Chapter 77:

King Jing did not come to the Western Academy in four days.
During this time, King Jing always comes to the Western Academy every two days, at most not more than three days. Suddenly not coming, making Xiaohua quite unaccustomed.
Is it possible that your Highness is busy?
After sitting up for a day, Xiaohua adjusted her mentality.
I haven't seen you in such a hurry when you didn't come in the past ten days! But now, how can it be the same as before?
What is different, Xiaohua doesn't know yet.
She only knows that King Jing is not here, she is really not used to it.
Was it annoying him that day?
Xiaohua changed her mind and continued to think, thinking of the embarrassment of that day, she felt that this seemed somewhat possible.
After all, Jing Wang was in the state at the time, she also looked in her eyes, the man could not hold back, Xiao Hua knew, but Jing Wang seemed to hold back all night.
It seems that it really annoys him!
Xiaohua was a little frustrated, but didn't know what to do. Judging from the experience of the previous life, at this time, she should dress up the flowers and move them in a glamorous way.
But to stop King King?
Let's not talk about how big the rules are in the house, she can't go in Jingtai Temple. The face of King Jing alone makes her feel very stressed!
The little flowers that could not be applied, crouched on the kang, and anyone with an eye could see her depression.
"Ma'am, are you bored? Or, let's fight Shuanglu?" Chun Cao asked aside.
These days, the following people in the palace have also pondered several things that can relieve their wife. Shuanglu is one, as well as the leaf play, which are games that can be performed indoors and are relatively uncomfortable.
Xiaohua has just learned to play a few hours a day in the first few days, but these two days are lost, and they are no longer hanging around to play.
Xiaohua shook her head and nestled in another posture on Kang.
"Then read a little book?" Lilac took out the last half of Xiaohua's travel notes and placed them on the Kang table.
Xiaohua shook her head again.
Lilac was full of worry, but didn't know what to say.
Chun Cao quietly dragged out several people of Ding Lan Lilac, and Xiao Hua only looked at the daze without paying attention.
"Madam must have wanted Your Highness." Chun Cao said his guess.
"You can't talk about this matter everywhere, let's just talk about the three of us." Lilac has always been cautious, thinking too much.
"I definitely know this. You see, my wife has lost her spirit for the past two days. I must have thought of your Highness." Chun Cao thought so stubbornly.
Ding Lan said: "Also, Your Highness will come in two days, and this has not come for four days."
"It's useless to say that, let's find something for my wife, don't be bored to get sick." Lilac made a conclusion.
Lilacs were full of color, "I don't play Shuanglu's leaf play anymore, I don't read any books, I don't go to the yard, what can I do?"
"Why don't you let my wife do some needlework? I think she made clothes for Grandma a few days ago, but she is still full of nerves." Chun Cao suggested.
"Go, try it."
Lilac served a bowl of rock sugar and Sydney water on the Kang table. "Madam, drink some rock sugar and Sydney water. Run your throat."
The light yellow sugar candy Sydney water is filled in the small cup of Miaojin and looks quite appetizing.
Xiaohua glanced at the small cup and took it up and drank slowly with a spoon.
"Slaughter-in-law is going to have lunch today. Aunt Meng said that Grandma He likes the clothes made by his wife, and he says you have much better needlework." This is true, but Lilac came back at noon to forget to say.
"is it?"
"Yes, ma'am, Chuncao also thinks your needlework is getting better and better, and Chuncao will be thrown out of you by ten streets."
This is a fact, Xiaohua thought, she also knows that the needles of Chuncao are not good.
Ding Lan cut the topic to the side: "Otherwise, my wife will do the needlework to pass the time and do it for your highness. The slave-in-law remembers that you have not made anything for your highness."
Xiaohua's eyes lighted up, this one can be there, even if it is an apology?
"What should I do?"
Hearing this, the three neighbors all felt that they had scores and gave suggestions.
"Pouches, sachets, fan bags ..."
Xiaohua tried hard to recall, "His Royal Highness does not seem to hang sachets or fans, and purses seem to have hung."
"Then be a purse, even if the lady is a little careful!" Chun Cao said.
This idea won Xiaohua's approval. When he made up his mind, Ding Lan went to prepare the materials.
Xiaohua doesn't know how to embroider, and her current skills are not as advanced. When making Grandma's clothes, the lilac pattern on the top was still painted with lilac, and then she embroidered it as it was.
"So what kind of pattern is embroidered?" The question must be to consult the lilac with superb embroidery skills.
Lilac pondered for a moment, "Bamboo? Elegant and beautiful."
In fact, it's simple to say it in plain language. Now the small flowers will embroider flowers and grass. They are all very simple ones, including the eight treasure patterns that were used to embroider the clothes for He Ma. good-looking.
Xiaohua thought about it, and felt that it seemed simpler. But she has always been bad, Gao Qianyuan, knowing her own skills, decided to listen to Lilac.
"The satin satin satin is used at the end, look at the lilac color."
King Wang ’s clothes are all dark colors such as Cyan Green, Black Black, Purple, Navy Blue, and Sapphire Blue, and certainly cannot be matched with a too jumpy color. The copy was issued this time, and Xiaohua thought about it again and again, thinking that the stone blue satin was fine.
"Yes, ma'am."
the other side.
Xiaohua guessed that King Wang was annoyed by that incident, but that was not the case.
There are some annoyances, but the object of the annoyance is still that little flower made for Grandma He. King Jing is awkward, and clearly has no taste in his heart, but he does not want to say that it has been in his heart for a long time.
Another is that King Jing is studying the book that Yan Manzi gave him.
Continued last time, Yan Manzi borrowed his collection from King Jing. King Jing took it back and found that the inside was too unpredictable, and he thought it was not practical.
He just didn't want to hurt the little flower, he looked at the fire escape picture. It's not that I haven't seen it. There are many such things in the palace. He has seen it before, but he is not very interested.
I was sulky for a day. During the office work, countless people below suffered from King Jing ’s cold eyes. I did n’t mention it. Fortunately, Yan Manzi was not stupid. He went back and wondered for a while. Several books for King Jing.
According to him, this is an entry level. The one given the day before was the appreciation version, and now King Jing can't grasp the mystery.
Without mentioning Jing Wang's mood at the time, he took it back to take a look, it really seemed a bit that way.
Two of them seem to be entry-level explanations, and a few are fancy books. These books are all the manuscripts that have been circulated around the world. Since they can't be compared with the collections that are extremely well-printed on paper, King Jing turned over twice with a displeasure, and even thought it seemed It makes sense. And it's simple and easy to understand.
So King Wang decided to study the two explanations first, and the other few fancy books would wait to be free.
Jing Wang's official business is very busy. Although he wants to finish watching it, he has no time but has to avoid other people. It really upsets him. This person not only refers to Fushun, but other people besides Yan Manzi.
Even if King Jing is no longer in common business, he still knows that he will lose his face. So the two thin books, at the speed of Jing Wang reading in the past, can be read in one day, but this time it took three or four days.
In addition, King Jing thought of the clothes, and felt even more bored, so he didn't want to see the little flower.
After another three days, King Jing had read the two explanations the day before, and he kept thinking about it and had some rules. After thinking about it for a day, I always felt a little embarrassed, so I didn't go to the Western Courtyard. After another day, I just couldn't sit still.
When King Wang came to the Western Courtyard, it was very late, and Xiaohua was just taking a shower and was about to sleep.
Hearing the sudden arrival of the master, Xiaohua was overjoyed.
Since that day, he has been making wallets for King Jing, and Xiaohua rarely thinks about King Jing, and thinks about it before going to bed at night.
At this moment, looking at King Wang's indifferent face, it was quite like the illusion of another world.
"Your Highness, why is this here? Have you eaten?"
King Jing looked at the small face with obvious surprise, thinking she was still happy to see her alone. There was a hint of happiness in my heart, but she glanced at her face without saying anything.
Fushun said aside: "Your Highness has already used dinner."
Xiaohua screamed and pulled King Jing to the west.
Lilac came up with tea, and Xiaohua said, "Then Your Highness drinks tea." He took the teacup up in his hand and offered it to King Jing.
King Jing glanced at the teacup, his eyes moved away, and he didn't take it in his hand.
Xiaohua put the teacup aside in frustration, and then found something, "Have your highness bathed? Does the concubine let them prepare water?"
"Mu."
King Jing finally spoke, but only two words.
It ’s all done, what are you doing?
Suddenly, Xiaohua's brain was a bit stuck, but she didn't expect the key.
Under the dim light, the beauty is picturesque, the long hair is like good brocade, the small face with a big slap is red, and the big eyes are wet, it seems that it has just been bathed, and the slightly open shirt is hidden. To the white and tender ...
Suddenly, King Jing was a little dry.
He picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.
It is a pity that Xiaohua did not pay attention to his movements. He immersed himself in his thoughts, and since he did not know that Jing Wang, a man with a temperamental hair, was actually intentional.
Xiaohua didn't know what she was thinking, she turned red, glanced at King Wang from under her eye feathers, and whispered, "Would you like to settle?"
This idea won the praise of King Jing, and he always thought that way, but it was only because he couldn't keep the little awkwardness in his heart, so he pretended not to say anything.
King Jing stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
Xiaohua looked at the man's back, quite speechless and sighed.
It seems that she can only figure out his veins only on the couch. Is it impossible to communicate on the bed afterwards? The idea was fleeting, and she didn't stay in Xiaohua's mind for too long, because she also went there to Dongjian.
After a while, the two sat on the bed, and the people who served were retreated, and the curtain of the bed was put down. Seeing no one around, Xiaohua tangled and touched King Jing.
"Your Highness, are you angry with your concubine?"
Small and miserable, Xiaohua has always understood her own advantages. Woman, it ’s okay to be a spoiler and sell a good girl. The husband is such a weird person, if she still pays attention to what kind of face is arrogant or something, then it will be fine. What's more, a little Ji concubine wanted that face to do something, but was invisible beside the bed, just two of them.
His soft body leaned against himself, his small hands around his arms, and he shook his knees, looking delicate and tender, and heartless. The indifference on King Jing's face could not be held anymore. It seemed to be different from the past. If you look carefully, you can see that your eyes are deeper and your face is softer.
"The lonely king, no gas."
Xiaohua yelled again, and said, "The concubine thought that His Highness was angry that day." Seemingly thought of something, his face fell down shyly.
"Isn't it because of that?" He changed his mind hurriedly, and said Ai Ai in his tone, "My concubine's place is better, just the first and second days." The voice was hard to hear, and his small face was blushing.
If he doesn't understand Jing Wang, he should find a pit and fill himself in. He was stunned and wanted to say something. But Yan Manzi's rough man said a few ways of making fun, but he couldn't say anything at all and could only do it himself.
Xiaohua was pressed underneath, thinking in a mess, thinking about what she should do to avoid disappointment. But he found that King Jing's gestures seemed to be different from what he used to be. How to say, in the past it was just a few random messes, but this time it was obvious that he could feel the delicateness in between.
Well, although his hands are still clumsy, he can obviously feel his movements seem to arouse her reaction?
Xiaohua was happy in her heart, her body responded faster than her brain, and she responded to the past.
The two of you are coming and going, very happy.
Xiaohua felt the heat in her body was terrible, and felt that her hand had fumbled there.
The brain exploded, completely white. When the reaction came, I found a slender finger, kneading and teasing at the fatal place.
God, who exactly did King Jing learn this from? !
The thought was fleeting and his mouth was blocked again. The following was sweetly tortured, and a free hand was groping up and down, the action was clumsy, and seemed to be in a panic, but for no reason, Xiaohua's heart and body were transformed.
King Jing searched carefully for the method of memory in his brain, while carefully exploring. Seeing that little flower's face was glamorous and dripping with red, the eyes were also confused, and it seemed that the water would drip ...
His mind flashed the idea of ​​"that barbarian said it seemed useful", because King Jing knew so many times, and only two times, this little flower would be like this. One was drunk, and the other was once in Jingtai Temple.
In the words of that book, is this woman happy?
His finger was soaked in wetness, he thought about the last time he took the medicine, he couldn't help but peep inside, heard a joyous and painful murmur ...
"Your Highness ..."
Seeing that she seemed to like it, King Jing could not help but probed a few more times with a tight face, and left a finger on it. A few times, it was already muddy. Xiaohua's toes are tight, sour and beautiful.
Seeing this, King Jing turned over and pressed up ...