Chapter 39:

The thick curtains circled the couch here into an independent space. In this atmosphere, Xiaohua felt terribly panicked for no reason.
The patronage was terrified, and his movements stopped.
A deep, hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "Don't stop."
Xiaohua realized that Jing Wang, who had been glaring at her eyes, was not actually asleep. She could only continue to move in her hands. Because of the disorder of her mind, she was not so serious in her hands, only sliding on the surface.
The breath is full of indescribable flavor, not incense, but the small flower just smells an indescribable rich flavor. Underneath is a strong spine, and the clothes are thin, as if there were none.
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang ...
Whose heartbeat is this? Is it hers? King of Kings?
At this point, the brain was completely paste.
Suddenly it turned upside down, waiting for the little flower to pass, and the person was already pressed underneath.
The sky is the long and indifferent eyes from both directions, and one looks inadvertently as if falling into the whirlpool. When Xiaohua recovered, she had a pair of hands unravelling her clothes.
What to do? What to do? What to do?
Even though the heart had already understood the meaning of the father-in-law, but after coming here for a long time, King Jing had always been indifferent to the female character, and Xiaohua had long forgotten the meaning.
This sudden scene made her suddenly confused.
It ’s definitely not dare to push it, she does n’t dare to imagine ...
She was even afraid of Fushun, not to mention His Royal Highness King Jing.
The hand to undress is still continuing.
She should go up and grab his hand, not let him understand. But he was trembling and dared not resist.
In a flash, Xiaohua thought a lot. She thought of the meaning of Fushun's various actions, Xiuyun who was killed by a stick, and ...
Forget it, I was a slave-servant, and I did n’t escape this situation when I fled ... I do n’t have a so-called innocent one who is a slave-servant, why bother about this body ...
There was a sudden pain under her body, followed by a violent top delivery, which made her unable to breathe. The pain seemed to be split, and I was afraid that someone outside would not dare to cry and could only bite his lip ...
At this moment, Xiaohua even remembered that King Jingjing wasn't a man at first, and she felt totally ridiculous for no reason ...
...
The two sneaky figures slowly retreated outside the door of the rear dormitory.
A mosquito-like voice sounded, "Master, is this done?"
Fushun almost blossomed in his heart, but he didn't know how to vent his joy, and he could only rub his fingers hard, and the surface had to pretend to be a deep look.
"There are so many stupid words." As soon as this sentence was spoken, Fushun laughed under his throat, and with the dark night outside, it really felt weird.
"You're here, Master, I'm going to rest, listening to the news inside to report to our family tomorrow." After that, Fushun had a mysterious smile on his face, patting An Cheng's shoulder, people would gone.
An Cheng bit his face bitterly, shrinking his neck and standing outside the door.
This master is really not a person, he ran away, let him stand here and listen to the corner. I will definitely ask him some trivial things by then, but when I'm young, the master has spoken. Let's stand honestly.
An Cheng thought bitterly in his heart, but the ears or the edging old Gao listened to the movement inside. Complaining, complaining, he did not forget if the master explained.
...
How long has it been tossing, Xiaohua could not tell.
In addition to the pain, she can only feel the pain. She feels that her patience has been super strong, and finally can't help but crying unconsciously and begging the man to stop ...
It is a pity that King Jing was drunk, and his intellect was not very clear, which made this small palace person loose. The feeling of scorching up the tail vertebrae made him no longer able to endure like the past, plus alcohol The stimulation made him wanton a bit.
He actually knew what he was doing, but he did n’t want to endure, and he did n’t have to.
In the past, he was too lazy to go to the East Third Courtyard because he was very indifferent to that part of his mind, but when it was really time for him to endure, fortunately, a palace person was nothing to him ... Especially this person, who is called Xiaohua, is very good , The tender skin covered with tentacles was slippery, giving him a feeling of eating ...
...
Xiaohua moved cautiously and looked at King Jing beside him.
Seeing that he was fast asleep, he took care of his clothes and went down carefully. It's a pity that his legs were so weak and sore that he fell on the soft blanket on the ground.
The fall made her sad and sad, and she couldn't help but cried when she was holding her clothes.
She had controlled her movements as much as possible, but still ignored the man's alertness on the couch.
In fact, King Jing woke up as long as Xiaohua was staying. At this time, he saw that the little palace man fell to the ground, his face buried in his arms and sobbing silently, but his body was still missing.
With thin arms and legs, the curve of the spine carries a tender and delicate beauty. Although he holds a large group of clothes in his hand to cover the upper body, the small size can still be seen from the gap ... A tender flower and stamen ...
Jing Wang squinted and lay on the couch. The effect of alcohol made his posture seem a little more unrestrained. He rubbed his fingers. It seemed that he could still feel the smooth touch on it. Sniffing, the inexplicable feeling in my heart is tempting.
Xiaohua sat on the ground in a confused mood and cried. She raised her head to get dressed and hurried away. Who knows that King Jing's dark and indifferent eyes and her usual calm and smooth face.
At this moment she was crying in a mess, her nose and eyes were red, her eyes were wet, and she looked pitiful. Fourteen is still young, not too short, thin and thin, and there is a hint of glamour in the green, which makes one can't help but want to bully under the body.
The surroundings were so quiet that Xiaohua didn't know what to say. Thinking of wearing clothes, and realizing that he was all light, slippery, slippery, he could only sit there holding his clothes blankly, and blushed terribly.
King Jing's voice broke the silence, "What's crying?"
Xiaohua looked at the man in disbelief. Jing Wang's face was still calm and calm, his eyes were not even wavy.
He actually asked her what she was crying, she was inexplicably missing her innocent body, she could not cry yet?
But thinking about it, wasn't the master sleeping girl sleeping, and thinking about King Jing's identity, he was silent.
"I, I hurt." She can only say so.
He looked at the blue and purple on the arm of the little palace, he pinched it?
"Back up water."
King Jing's voice was not loud, but soon a voice rang outside the curtain.
"Yes."
Xiaohua was afraid that people would come in and see her in a state of embarrassment, and wanted to put the clothes on and shook them to lose their clothes. She felt so pitiful now that there was no one more tragic than herself.
Footsteps were heard outside the curtain, and after a while a voice rang again: "His Royal Highness, the water is ready, do you need slaves to serve?"
"Go down."
Hearing the footsteps away, Xiaohua quickly put the clothes on her body, but unfortunately the short upper jacket was too short to cover underneath, and she thought about how to cover the underside without revealing the meat. The whole person was curled up on the ground like a meat ball. King Jing saw that there was a very ridiculous feeling. He couldn't understand what the small palace man was doing.
King Wang put on obscene trousers and went to bed, "Keep up."
Xiaohua was stunned, this person is still not a person, she is painful all over her body, he still wants her to serve him to bathe?
Thinking about this, he stood up very happily, tied his skirt casually, and shook his legs and followed.
After entering the bathroom, Xiaohua found that the layout here was very luxurious. Unlike the bath barrels inside as she had seen before, it was a pool made of white marble. The hot water spit out, and smoke from the room lingered.
Seeing King Wang entered the pool, he sat down and stood there stupidly holding his other clothes in his hand.
Jing Wang glanced at her blankly, "Pure."
Xiaohua looked at herself, and then aimed at her own dress. She could only put her clothes aside into the pool. She was still wearing the short undershirt and the skirt tied casually around her waist.
The hot water temperature is just right, but Xiaohua didn't dare to indulge in enjoyment, and slowly went towards King Jing.
She had never served a man bathing, the only experience was serving the four young masters in her previous life, so she desperately remembered in her brain and slowly moved her hands.
King Jing thorns leaned against the pool, watching the busy little palace people around him.
What is her name? Floret.
This is what Fushun said last time.
The hot water in the pool made her face white and pink, and the upper body clothes were tightly tied by her, but the fabric became transparent when it entered the water, and the looming was sultry.
Looking at the slender waist and limbs underwater, and the looming scenery, King Jing began to heat up without reason.
He was a little irritable in his heart and felt that he would never be like this. He was never a person who valued this. But when he thought that the little palace man was crying and looking at him just now, he responded again.
King Jing is a simple person. Although he is awake at this moment, alcohol still stimulates his brain and makes him behave quite arrogantly, so he obeyed his heart and grabbed her with a big grasp. Let her red eyes beg him to spare her, but still come again.
After the event, King Jing may be comfortable, so he rarely opened his mouth and said a lot of words.
"The lonely king let Fushun arrange a courtyard for you in the back." The East and West Third Courtyard is behind the Jingtai Temple, which means there.
For the first time, Xiaohua heard King Wang say so much, but he said this.
"No, don't use it," she shook her head reflexively, whispering, "The slave-servant is pretty good here."
Xiaohua has a very poor perception of these two words in the backyard. As soon as she mentioned the place where there are many wives and concubines, she thought of her previous life.
The expression on King Jing's face did not change, stood up, and walked out of the pool.
Xiaohua used to irritate him in the past, shrinking her neck and daring not to raise her head. Her heart was chaotic.
I don't know how long after that, a sound suddenly sounded.
"Sister Xiaohua."
Xiaohua raised her head and saw Chun Cao standing by the pool. She hurriedly wiped the tears from her face, "Spring Cao, why are you here?"
"An Gong Gong let me come to serve you to bathe." Then, Chun Cao squatted down and wiped the body slowly for Xiao Hua. As if I didn't see the trace on Xiaohua's body, there was nothing strange on his face.
This made Xiaohua feel more comfortable, although she also knew that it was to be covered.
After washing, Chun Cao brought even Xiaohua's clothes. She carefully put on the soft flowers of her legs and feet, and then took her out of Jingtai Temple.
On the way back to the palace room, Xiaohua felt uncomfortable, but wanted to cry but endured.
Back in the room and lying on the bed, it was already late at night.
The lamp blew and the room was dark.
Xiaohua wanted to cry a lot, but she was afraid that Chuncao would feel that she was hypocritical.
She knows that many palace people have this idea, but she is really not in it.
I was thinking about being released until the 25th. At this time, it was a bit difficult to see. I don't know if the palace people who had served King Jing had no place.
As for what King Jing said about arranging a place for her to live in the third courtyard of the East and West, she refused and did not regret it. She knew that she did not have enough eyes, and she did not win the group of women in Jinyang Hofu. No is left.
And the most important thing is that she is really tired of that kind of life, the kind of days when you open your eyes and fight with people ...
I didn't close my eyes all night, my head was full of mixed thoughts, and it wasn't until the sky was bright outside that the little flower fell asleep.