Chapter 32:

King Jing is a person with a good concept of time. If his business is not busy, he usually returns to Jingtai Temple around Youshi.
As expected, Xiaohua stood for less than half an hour, and King Jing returned with Fushun.
The first thing to come back is to change the clothes first, and after that, you will clean your face and wash your hands. Of course, all of this is not served by Xiaohua and Xiuyun. They are served by a few eunuchs who are used to it.
After cleansing and washing hands, King Jing will sit for a while, the time is uncertain, and then the meal will be passed. During this period, Xiaohua and Xiuyun served tea and meals, and the others were Dangdang Pillars.
In these days when he came to Jingtai Temple, Xiaohua was almost able to see something. King Jing didn't want to see them at all, but Father Gong was concerned about them. Xiaohua even thought that the reason why they could come in was arranged by Father Fu. But why did a servant do this with his master, and why did King Jing acquiesce, Xiao Hua couldn't understand it all the time.
But she also knew that her head had never been so bright, and she didn't think about these things. Can only be blamed on the same, that is, the fairy fights mortal suffering.
After finishing his meal, King Jing rinsed his hands and rinsed his mouth, and then went to the study to read the book.
Generally, they will not be needed at this time, because it is already dark at this time, and Xiaohua and the two of them can be paid off. As usual, Grandpa Fu would wave his hand to let them go down. I do n’t know what happened today.
When King Jing went to the study, Xiaohua and the two were forgotten. It was neither standing nor walking. It was safer to stand here. Xiaohua continued to stand. Seeing that Xiao Hua didn't move, Xiuyun didn't move.
The temple was very quiet, and after a while, Fushun came out and asked Xiaohua tea to be sent in.
Xiaohua brewed tea and entered the study, and placed it on the book case, about to retreat, and suddenly heard a low voice said: "Shoulder."
For a moment, Xiaohua didn't know who said this.
She glanced at Jing Wang, who wore a black dress today, and the jade-like side face added a touch of crystal luster under candlelight. The upright Danfeng eyes and thick eyelashes formed a faint look under the eyes. Shadows, temples are cut like swords, noses are carved like axe, eyebrows are drawn into temples like ink.
Jing Wang is a very beautiful person. Xiaohua has always known that after serving for so long with Jing Wang, she also knows his unspeakable nature. She never thinks that Jing Wang will talk to her, and sees him without any waves. She did n’t even give herself to her face, even her extra eyes, so she thought she heard the voice just now.
Just thinking, seeing Fu Gonggong gesturing with her, she looked at him in surprise. Fu Gonggong's face was very strange, but Xiaohua still understood what he meant.
It turned out that it was not auditory hallucination? !
Xiaohua dropped her head halfway, and did not dare to delay walking behind King Jing, rubbing his hands together for dozens of times until it became hot, and then put it on his shoulder.
The second time to give King Jing a massage, Xiaohua found that King Jing was more difficult to press than the four young masters. The shoulders originally had more bones, and King Wang's muscles were also very strong. Xiaohua originally wanted to exert only five points of force, and slowly felt not enough, and added to eight points and ten points.
Last time because of the tension in my heart, coupled with the fear of talking, Xiaohua kept silent. No one stopped this time, Xiaohua had already pressed for almost half an hour. I didn't feel tired, and I was worried.
After hesitating and hesitating, she whispered, "His Royal Highness, you can't press the same place for too long, it will hurt your bones."
After saying this, her heartbeat was so strong that this was the first time she had spoken to King Jing, who had always been indifferent and majestic. I do n’t know if Her Royal Highness feels that she does n’t want to press him or something, or whether she will punish her.
Actually speaking, Xiaohua regretted it. Secretly arrogant: I told you to do what you can, and the master continued to press the chant without opening your mouth. There was too much talk, and I did n’t see you much!
It can always be said that Xiaohuaren honestly keeps in mind the precautions in that book, that is, it can't be pressed for a long time, because it contains the manipulation of bones, which will hurt the bones.
Because no one answered, she did not dare to stop. The quiet and scary in the study, Jing Wang did not move, and I don't know if I heard her.
Suddenly his shoulders pulled away, and Xiaohua thought that King Jing was angry and fell to his knees.
In the past, she never served close to her. Xiaohua only felt that King Jing was indifferent. When she got close, she felt that King Jing was very coercive, especially when she was in physical contact, which made her nervous and nervous.
Xiaohua hung her head halfway down, squeezing her hands tightly, waiting for the coming storm, she even thought that King Jing would speak ‘let her out’.
She fantasized about it in her mind. In fact, it was pretty good, that is, to change errands, and she wouldn't be in such a bad situation. As long as she doesn't hit her board and doesn't push her out, she feels acceptable ...
Who knew what was waiting was that King Jing went to the soft couch next to the study window, prone, and said two words: "Continue."
Fushun's old eyes narrowed with a smile, pushing the little flower and let her go quickly.
Jing Wang's posture is very easy to imagine, and it is at this time that Xiaohua really feels that Jing Wang's body is very good.
Slim, long limbs will not make people feel strong or thin, but just right. The broad shoulders, sturdy back, and the curvature slowly descended in vain to tighten the waist, and then the hips that were warped.
King Wang today wore a light clothes worn in the hall on weekdays, a purple thin silk shirt, the fabric is very close to the body, and such a pose, you can clearly see the shocking arc between his waist and hips ... …
Xiaohua suddenly had a feeling of red eyes and heartbeat, but she had no time to daze at the moment, and she could only walk over her face with a red face and bent down to start massage King Jing.
She didn't dare to touch sensitive places, and concentrated her pressure on the front half of her back.
I don't know if it's an illusion or something. Xiaohua can clearly feel his nervous breathing.
She was afraid that King Jing in the vicinity would listen to her. She secretly raised her eyes and took a look. When Jing Wang's narrow eyes were closed, she let go of her heart a little.
The texture under the hand is very tactile, even if it is separated by a layer of clothes and small flowers, the strong muscles under the micro-elastic skin.
Together, Xiaohua's two lives have touched two men at close range, one is the four young masters, and the other is King Jing.
I still remember that in my last life, the four young masters often let her help so loose, also on the couch, but she sat on the couch and pressed, it was convenient, and secondly, she would not be too tired because of posture inconvenience. After two presses, the nature changed, and the four young masters were pretentious and had many tricks, so let her ride on him and press.
At that time, her mind was not simple, and it was so. Every time she pressed it, she picked it up, and the four young masters could not bear it, and would lift her down and press it up ...
After a trance, Xiaohua felt that her face was about to explode.
Why is she so shameless that she would think of such a thing? She had a sense of shame that she wanted to cover her face and cry, but she didn't dare to stop.
During the torture, don't be embarrassed.
Fu Shun smiled and smirked his old eyes, saying that was still old and spicy, and three stooges had beaten Zhuge Liang. No, after His Highness left Beijing, he never let the palace people wait for him. He only used the eunuch, and now it is not good. It seems that our Highness is also a man, and men like this one!
He glanced at the little palace man who looked more blushing at this time, not to mention much satisfaction in his heart.
Fushun feels that his vision is good, and picking people will pick them too.
Look at the little girl's blushing look, even his rootless person feels itchy. It's a pity that His Highness couldn't see on his prone. If he could, Fushun could not help turning King Jing over and let him glance at him. He may have a look in his eyes, and His Royal Highness will move with all his heart.
Fushun stood there as usual, seemingly serious, but in fact his brain was filthy.
He glanced at it, and felt that the little girl was still a little short, and it looked good, and her face was exquisite, but it didn't feel as if it had opened, especially the chest, the small like two poached eggs.
Fushun still knows that men love women who are big, milky, and child. Although he is a rootless man, he can't help him to inquire. He deliberately pretended not to have asked several guard generals in Jing Wang Mansion, and asked them what kind of women men like.
The few warriors thought he moved his heart, and they all began to describe him with a frivolous expression.
Men who talk about milk and big children like it. It is better to have a buttocks and a thin waist. During the various coquettish times, Fushun was so embarrassed to think of the foul language between the men, but he still learned from the man's "what kind of woman do you like".
King Jing squinted comfortably over there, still not changing his indifferent complexion, and Xiaohua's blushing neck and thick hands moved. Here, Fushun is very confused, and even wants to find a good supplement to the wife, it is best to make up the big chest and big buttocks, so that Your Highness likes it.
After thinking about it, I made up my mind that this matter should be dealt with urgently. Anything can be delayed, and it is not possible to delay the affair of His Highness.
I do n’t know. King Jing and Xiaohua know that this dead is so dirty in calm looks, will he spray his old blood.
After pressing it for more than half an hour, when Xiaohua felt that her arm was about to break, King Jing suddenly burst out.
"Stop."
Xiaohua stopped immediately and stood up straight to the side.
King Jing sat up and moved his shoulders, feeling more relaxed. A glance at the little palace man standing aside, then stood up and left the study.
Fushun smiled all over his face, "Well, little girl, with good craftsmanship, you can pay off." After that, he followed immediately.
Xiaohua sighed, moved her shoulder and arm, and rubbed her sore arm out of the study. When she came out to see Xiuyun was still standing in the hall outside, she paused and said, "Father Gongfu said it's time to go down." Then, without waiting for Xiuyun, she left the hall by herself.
Xiuyun looked straight at Xiaohua's distant figure without moving for a while. It wasn't until Xiao Xiazi came over and asked her why she wasn't worth it, she hurriedly blessed her and walked out of the hall.
On the second day, Fushun went to see Grandma He without delay.
This grandma is also considered to be one of the old folks, who used to serve in the womb of the Five Emperors, and followed him out of Beijing. Later, when she saw that she was older and loyal, she was placed in Jingtai Palace to take charge of King Jing's meal. This wife not only made good meals, but also a medicinal meal, or Fushun would not think of coming to her.
Fushun is very serious. In fact, several old folks who have known each other for many years know that he is an unscrupulous person in private. So Grandma He listened to him to think about that point in her heart carefully, and didn't say anything else, just smiled.
He also heard that she wanted to make up the little girl, thinking about the little girl who made her feel good. Grandma also felt that she was a little thin, so she agreed to come down and make up for her.
The little flowers in secret are unknown, she only knows that suddenly Grandpa Fu opened her small stove.
The people in Jingtai Palace usually dine from the dining hall on weekdays. This small kitchen also serves only a few people on weekdays. It was mainly King Wang, and of course a fushun was set up. As for whether other people had meals there, Xiaohua would not know.
This sudden gap made Xi Er Qiaolian and others in the same room more jealous, and because of the taboo Xiaohua got the eyes of Father Gong, these people no longer dared to ridicule Xiaohua. Only Qiaolian still can't control the mouth and will say a few words. Of course, the atmosphere in the house of the rest palace is even worse when he comes back on weekdays.
Xiaohua was too lazy to go back, because now she was eating in the small kitchen, and she and the grandmother in the house gradually became familiar with it. When she was not on a business trip, she stayed in the small kitchen and would not go back until she was going to bed at night.
Grandma Hema is doing very well, and Xiaohua doesn't think that her meal is wrong, that is, it is much more abundant than before. But Grandma He also told her that eating in a small kitchen is definitely better than big pot rice, and Xiaohua didn't think so much.