Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

After not knowing how long, I suddenly heard the voice of some people in the account. Then the account was opened, revealing Xiaohua\'s red and swollen eyes, but his face as usual.

"Lilac, I want to take a bath, and then the eyes have to be detumescence."

Clove made an unconscious\' Oh \'sound. When she turned around and went out, she found that she had forgotten the rules.

After taking a bath, Xiaohua sat in front of the dressing table and half leaned against clove, letting her roll with the skinned egg in her eyes.

After some work, Xiaohua opened her eyes, looked at the mirror and found that it didn\'t seem so swollen.

Then he took a wet cotton pad, put it on his eyes, and then put facial fat on it.

Xiaohua also drew a picture for herself. She changed into a silver red fine cloud brocade albizzo coat and a scattered green silk vine pleated skirt, obliquely pulled a falling butterfly bun, and the strand of sideburns hung down again. She put the butterfly hairpin behind her head and touched the slightly trembling butterfly wing. Suddenly she was in a particularly good mood.

After breakfast, taking advantage of the good weather, Xiaohua went to the yard for a walk, and then went back to the house to take out the middle coat and continue to do it. At noon, after lunch, she saw that the sun was not strong outside, so she went out for a walk, and then came back to continue making clothes.

At Shenshi, King Jing came.

After King Jing left in the morning, he always felt that the little flower looked wrong all morning, but he couldn\'t tell what was wrong.

He was so busy that he came to the West courtyard.

When she entered the door, she saw her sitting on the Kang under the window, with her head down, making a needle and thread. The setting sun in the afternoon sprinkled on her face through the window lattice, making her face covered with a layer of golden color. With the fine fluff on his face, King Jing suddenly had the illusion that small flowers were very small.

When you think about it, it\'s very small.

She was fifteen and he was twenty-six, eleven years younger.

When King Jing came in, Xiaohua sat on the Kang and smiled at him.

"Your Highness."

He nodded, sat down beside the Kang and looked at the movement in her hand.

Neither of them made a sound.

Cloves offered tea and put it on the Kang Table.

Glancing at him, Xiaohua stroked the strand of hair hanging low on her temples and said, "your hand is slow. It will take several days to do it well."

King Jing reached out and touched her finger, "no hurry."

He also called Fushun in and asked people to serve him. He changed his clothes in the house.

Xiaohua looked at King Jing carefully for a while and found that he seemed to be thin. The thin body seems to be thinner. There was an imperceptible fatigue in her eyebrows. She put down her needle and thread, got up and served him and sat down on the Kang.

He took the tea cup and handed it to him, and said, "Your Highness, are you tired and your maidservant and concubine give you loose?"

"No."

She reached out and touched his shoulder, which was hard, "but your shoulder must be uncomfortable."

King Jing thought and touched her hair. "Let her come."

Such actions are accompanied by such heart piercing words.

Floret\'s face coagulated and looked up at him. Instead of looking at her, he glanced at Fushun.

Fushun immediately bowed down and stepped out.

Bang Bang

The heart beats fast, and Xiaohua can only calm herself.

"What is she? Your highness."

King Jing pondered and said, "I don\'t know."

This makes Xiaohua a little confused. Her mind is messy. She can only smile and embroider with her clothes.

After a while, Fushun came in, followed by a young girl.

Even if Xiaohua hasn\'t seen her, she seems to know who she is.

It\'s her!

"That\'s it."

King Jing suddenly said this.

The brain of the little flower paste into a ball can still analyze that King Jing is answering his own words just now.