Chapter 42:

The next day, Xiaohua hesitated for a while, but still went on a business trip.
In this situation, she really doesn't know how to feel good. Say she's just a small palace, she did something that wasn't a "right thing", and it wasn't a question she wanted at this time, but she couldn't resist at all.
Thinking about it, she simply didn't want to break the jar or break anything. Anyway, she never hoped to be favored, let alone lost. The worst result is just a life of solitude, but she is even ready to go out to be a "widow", and she will be afraid of something.
Fearless and fearless, and I do n’t know if I ’m talking about this.
In fact, as things have developed to this day, Xiaohua has also figured it out. She couldn't figure out why Jing Wang would hire her to serve again. The first time she could be drunk, the second time she could only say that it was fresh.
Well, Xin Maokeng is still three days old, and she can only think so self-deprecatingly.
King Jing ’s face was still the same as before, and she did n’t even give her a positive eye. Every time he saw King Jing's calm and calm face, Xiaohua felt terrified.
Fushun smiled when she saw her face, even in front of King Jing, she could see the silent smile on his face.
Xiaohua certainly couldn't give Fushun a face, even though she knew she was in this embarrassment at this moment, most of them were contributed by the old king.
But she has not forgotten that this Pharaoh Eight is not a simple Pharaoh Eight. It is not the chief of the House of Kings of Jingwang. It is said that he still watched the old man in the palace where King King grew up. With a smile on his face and a sweet heart, this alone makes Xiaohua dare not offend him.
How could Fushun not see Xiaohua's calm face beneath a bulging face, but he couldn't figure it out, the ordinary Xiaogong people could climb up to His Royal Highness's couch at once, and they were all happy to call it Xiaohua What is the anger of the Xiaogong people.
Fushun was not in a mood to analyze Xiaohua's mentality, because for him, nothing was the key, and the key was the affair of His Royal Highness. As for the people in this small palace, it is impossible for her to be unwilling or unwilling to Fushun.
After observing this period of time in Fushun, although the response of this little flower is different from ordinary people, on the whole, it is still a very stable and general person.
It's a little too general!
Others have become petted, and they are all eager to be spoiled by others. Various means of inviting pets are frequent, but she seems to be nothing, and nothing is said.
Fushun looked at the little flower standing honestly as a pillar, and looked at the calm King Jing over there.
Perhaps, Your Highness likes this?
For things that are not sure, Fushun does not dare to guess. He has to let it go and do nothing else.
...
Xiaohua stayed beside King Jing in a weird situation.
Say she is a servant, except for standing on occasions, serving tea and serving a meal on weekdays. Saying that she is not a servant, King Wei's weird man has occasionally recruited her to 'special service' from time to time.
Not many times, it will look like three times in one month.
Only these three times, Fushun made his old face smile and blossomed. When carrying King Jing, his eyes always turned towards Xiaohua's abdomen.
Xiaohua has always been an easy-going person who can't resist, so be honest. Say nothing, don't mention anything, let her do whatever she wants.
For King Wei, this strange person, she has never been able to see through it.
She usually said few words and didn't know what she was thinking. She waited a few times. He barely spoke to her, he just did it. But Xiaohua still can see it. This King King is still a little different on the couch and in peace. Although the face is still expressionless, he can feel a little enthusiasm revealed during the period.
Sometimes Xiaohua also feels frustrated and feels like a tool for libido. But in a flash, I don't think about it, and thinking about it will only make me uncomfortable, what can I do?
During this period, Hu Liangyi made a sudden visit and gave pulse to Xiaohua.
It was said that the last time I was poisoned, I checked the recovery. When King Jing and Fushun were not there, Xiao Qinzi led the people in.
After Hu Liangyi finished the pulse, he said that there was no problem, and the person left.
Xiaohua thought that this was the case for the doctor's visit, but she didn't care about it.

It became cold day by day, and it started to snow the day before yesterday, and it has not stopped until now.
The temperature outside was terribly low, but the earth dragon burned in Jingtai Temple could not feel the cold.
At this time, it was already dark outside. After finishing his dinner, King Jing came to the study to read.
After sitting in the book case, King Jing held a roll of books and stood with Fushun standing beside him. Xiaohua stood at the corner of the study with his head hanging down.
After finishing the book in hand, King Jing glanced at Fushun around him, and Fushun immediately went to the bookshelf and took another one. Under normal circumstances, if King Jing does not speak, it means that he can take whatever he wants.
Fushun handed him the hand, and the man stood back again and bowed his head. It's true that people are standing, but those old eyes are blinking on Jing Wang's hand.
King Jing didn't pay attention to the book cover, he opened it at will, who knew there was no word in it.
He rolled over a few times and raised his eyes meaningfully, just hitting Fushun's blinking old eyes.
"Hey, does your highness want tea?" Fushun asked with a smile. In his heart, he sighed. It was really not easy for him to be a minion. He had to worry about it. Seeing that His Highness hadn't moved for ten days, Fushun started to think again.
Hearing this, Xiaohua went to the pantry.
King Jing's eyes made Fushun restless, but he was always thick-skinned, standing hard for a while, and then said, "Xiaohua's girl's movement is too slow, I'll urge it."
Fushun went out in front, and Xiaohua came in from the back. Without seeing Fushun and thinking about it, she put the tea on the right side of the book case.
He glanced at the book case at will, and when he fixed his eyes on it, his face flushed.
"Ah?" Even involuntarily surprised.
When the voice came out, she hurriedly lowered her eyes and was about to walk away, a hand wrapped around her slender waist.
"Your Highness?"
At this time, the small flower, the delicate little face was full of blush, and the eyes did not dare to look directly at King Jing, flickering flickering.
She had a strong heartbeat, and Xiao Hua was no stranger to the book.
The four young masters of the last life were so romantic, they would also cherish several fire-fighting maps like other brothers and brothers, and they also talked about the crazy treasures among scholars.
I did not expect a serious look on the surface of His Royal Highness King, but I would actually read this!
She didn't have time to think about it anymore, and she was embraced. A large hand was inserted into the lapel, and the obscene trousers under the skirt were also awkwardly released.
God!
Xiaohua's head was completely bombed. His eyes moved upwards, facing Jing Wang's calm face and indifferent eyes.
How could he do this!
By the time she responded, the person had been pressed to sit on the lap.
"His Royal Highness, not here, ah ..."
Before he finished speaking, he was pushed back.
King Jing was actually not so impulsive. After seeing the book, he still felt that Fushun's old thing was really idle.
But the man in the small palace accidentally glanced at the shy look of the book, but it reminded him of the taste of the previous days. I also thought that the picture I just painted was for fun and enjoyment in the study. People couldn't help but felt agitated and wanted to try it.
After a try, I was devastated.
He looked at the glamorous man in the small palace, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with water.
In his last life, he was too light on this thing, and the fact that he used to eat Zhai to read Buddha all the year round made him even more indifferent. It ’s not that I do n’t want to. It ’s always inconvenient when I think about it. It ’s too troublesome to go to the backyard. In addition, he always refuses to go to the backyard.
It was a coincidence for this little palace.
I drank the wine that day, and was stirred by her, and I wanted her no longer. The next few times, I thought she was just close. Anyway, she had already asked for it, and King Jing did not intend to restrain herself anymore.
King Jing felt that he had been restrained very well, but he couldn't help breaking her. Especially at this time, seeing the picture, and in such an unprecedented occasion, it was even more exciting for him.
I don't know if King Jing was deliberate, Xiaohua was adjusted by him, and the open book was under his eyelids. Seeing what was drawn on the book, thinking of his posture now, feeling the movement behind him, Xiaohua's brain directly exploded a large piece of dazzling white.
...
Finally, she didn't know how to get out of the study. She only knew that she pushed her clothes away and ran away.
I didn't expect who he was pushing at all. Jing Wang saw that people ran away and said nothing. Instead, he quietly organized his clothes.
After Xiaohua left, Fushun did not know where it came from after a while.
"Xiaohua's girl didn't know where she ran. The old slave went out to find a circle and didn't see it. It was too unruly ..." Fushun lowered his head and muttered in his mouth.
I didn't think my reason was ridiculous at all. Go out and find a palace man to find most of the time. You deceive the ghost.
Jing Wang glanced at him, and his jade-like face was still blushing with a hint of aftertaste, and there was no expression on his face, "Don't pretend."
Fushun smirked, his old eyes blinked, and said a few words about the weather today. There are gossips about the moon outside. Let's talk a lot, and then enter the topic.
He coughed and cleared his throat. "The old slave thinks that Xiaohua's girl is pretty good, and it's his duty. Since Her Highness didn't plan to arrange her into the backyard, would I arrange a room for her in the temple? Alas, outside The weather is getting colder and there are no earth dragons in the palace room, so do n’t freeze this little girl. It ’s okay if you do n’t give people a place, and they let people live in the humble place of the palace room. Others have to say that we King Jingfu blame people ... "
King Jing didn't listen anymore. He glared at Fushun rarely and stood up and walked out.
There was a voice floating far away.
"whatever."
What was left was Fushun's thief rubbing in the dark.
The rest was really with Fushun. He arranged Xiaohua's room in a small room in the hall, very close to Jinghou's resting hall, almost next to it, just at its corner.
The room is not big, but the interior is exquisitely furnished, and the objects are very gorgeous.
When she heard that Fushun was going to arrange her into the palace, Xiaohua was at a loss. Originally, I wanted to refuse. Who knew that Fushun had an old face and said that it was arranged by His Highness, and then ignored her.
Xiaohua can only pack her things and move in.
As soon as Xiaohua moved away, Chun Cao was left alone in the palace room where she and Chun Cao lived.
Who knows that Chun Cao is still very happy, with nothing in his mouth, but his eyes are full of encouragement. I only said to Xiaohua, "Xiaohua sister, come on, I'm optimistic about you."
Xiaohua lived in Jingtai Temple in this way. At first, she was not used to it. Later, she found that apart from moving a place, the others were no different, so she got used to it.
On weekdays, when there is a difference, the lower value is the lower value, just a place to sleep at night.
But it's still a little different, because sometimes when a night is about to take a break, there is suddenly an extra person in the room.
The man didn't feel that it was her room at all, and was casual. Of course, it does not come every day. Every seven or eight days, you will stay here overnight and people will not leave.
Sometimes Xiaohua can't help but think about what he is now, and I feel that there is only one word to describe it.
I didn't expect to mix up and go. The last life was a common room. This life is also a common room. The only thing better than the last life is that this Jingtai Temple is very quiet.