Chapter 81:

Aunt Qi walked to the Internal Affairs Office, confusion along the way.
Some want to scold others, but the victim is not in front of him, nor do I know who to vent.
Not long after sitting back, Fushun came.
"How are you? Did you read it?" This is the first sentence Fushun entered.
Aunt Qi frowned at him and said in a deep voice, "Do you think this is good?"
The decades-old partners are very familiar with each other. Fushun understands what Aunt Qi means. He smiled twice, touched his nose, and sat down beside him.
"It's not intentional. When the following people asked me to give a clear point, I didn't have any idea at all, so I handed out a portrait of Mrs. Hua."
Aunt Qi took a deep breath, but still couldn't hold back, "You're doing this too obviously! What do you think over there? Your lord's temperament has spoiled her these days, so you can't help doing this ? "
It seems that Fushun's approach really stimulated her, otherwise Qi Aunt Qi, who has always been known for her calmness, won't be so abnormal.
"Our family didn't want to do anything. Whether she loved it or not, it was irrelevant to our family. Our family wanted to have a heir to your lord. There are fewer women in the backyard. What can you do if you fill in a few!"
Seeing Aunt Qi's tone of speech is not good, Fushun's tone is hardened, and even 'I' is no longer used, but we use our family to call ourselves.
"She has nothing to do with us, but what you do is so obvious, what does your highness think when you see it in your heart? You can do this just before your highness, just change a master, you are trying to look into your heart. It ’s just a death, okay? Fushun, you are getting more and more courageous now, how can you go on like this! "Aunt Qi said.
Hearing this, Fu Shun's face was so dark that he could drip water.
Upon seeing this, Aunt Qi looked helpless.
"Your friend! I'm still angry with me."
Fushun only softened a little when he heard the face of "Jiaojia", and said softly, "Sister Aunt, I understand what you mean. Isn't this shameless?" Said, he rubbed Rubbing his face, "Before the master, what do I want to do with my face, I will now embrace the little master with all my heart."
He paused, seeming to appease Aunt Qi, and seemed to be comforting himself. "Besides, the master will not look at anything, nor will he not give me a face."
"Aren't you afraid to leave your heart?"
Fushun stiffened and whispered, "No."
"It wasn't before, it's not easy to say now." Aunt Qi sighed, "Anyway, I think His Royal Highness seems to have moved this time, such a witty person, now like a child, to coax A woman is happy to move with her private library open. During this time, the number of times you have been to the West Yard should be well aware of your attendance. "
"It's not like I haven't seen a favored concubine in the palace in the past, but at the end?"
Fushun didn't finish the rest, Aunt Qi knew what it meant, and in the end it was nothing but Jinghuashuiyue.
Can't find a good example to refute, she can only hum whispered: "You just shit, I'm too lazy to tell you!"
Fushun moved closer and licked his face with a smile, "Auntie Xiu, you've thought a lot over there and taught them the rules."
"You're even hiding me." Aunt Qi frowned again, quite a bit after the autumn. "Can those few people be found in less than a month?"
"I just moved my mind a long time ago. I just thought about getting things done and then told you, I didn't really want to hide you ..." Fu Shun explained with a smile on his face.
Aunt Qi rolled his eyes and sighed again.
Thinking of those few people, and thinking of the old thing of Fushun, she was a bit worried about Mrs. Hua, of course, more worried about the person in front of her. It's just that Fushun's old guy has always been arrogant. Other things may listen to her. This matter will not listen to her. After all, how deep his obsession is, and others don't know her best.
"All right, I will arrange it over there."
Seeing this, Fushun smiled proudly. I knew that Xiugu couldn't screw him, and he still had to rely on him.
In exchange, Aunt Qi has another glance.

Yun Yu Fang Xie.
The little flower nest is in Jing Wang's arms, and the little finger teases the red fruit, but hesitates.
King Jing touched her face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"His Royal Highness, you see that your rewards are coming every day, and you have sent so many things to your concubines, or else you will not."
Although it was said that he gave it to her last time, anyone who was bombarded with such tiredness would also feel a little uneasy and a little worried. After all, everything is too much, and it is better to be more than enough.
King Jing did not speak.
Xiaohua smiled favorably and put her small face to King Jing's chin.
"Look at the concubine and gave you a purse with you. You have sent so many things to the concubine, and the concubine is very uneasy."
"Then you make clothes for the lonely king."
"Clothes?" Xiaohua frowned.
"Reluctant?"
"Isn't it." Xiaohua said embarrassedly: "Concubine's embroidery is not good."
"You made a piece for Grandma He."
Xiaohua's eyes flashed, how did he know?
Thinking about it in my heart, I said in my mouth: "The dress concubine made a decorative pattern of the body and the skirt of the sleeve, and the rest was made by lilac." The last sentence said a little shame, after all, the daughter Home embroidery is not good, but it's really not a pretty thing.
"No embroidery."
King Jing said it was like this, and Xiaohua could only take it daringly.
"At that time, don't you think that your concubine's skills are not good." It is safer to prepare a book first.
"will not."
After this was finished, King Jing was in a good mood and grabbed the little hand on his chest.
After waiting for a while, I didn't see her tease the red fruit.
King Jing raised his eyes and saw that she seemed to be distracted.
He reached out and twisted the red fruit in front of her chest in exchange for a soft whisper and inadvertent annoyance. King Jing took a moment and hugged the person upwards, so he embraced it.
"Damn……"
Xiaohua was shocked, looking at the head in front of her chest, happy and ashamed, and could not help but soften her body. I felt that I was too sensitive to feel a bit self-conscious during this time, and I felt that my fingers had been probed down, which made her feel soft and full of heart.
This man!
I don't know if his face is too deceptive. Every time Xiaohua sees him with a stiff face, and then does some rogue things to her, he is ashamed.
King Jing is now different from the past, and he knows more. If the posture is not changed, he presses the small flower on the leg and enters it directly.
it is more than words.
On the second day, King Jing's reward did not come again.
The people in the western courtyard were relieved, but they were not used to it, but Xiaohua didn't feel that way, and felt no pressure at all.
Thinking of last night when she promised Jing Wang to make clothes with him, she began to meditate, thinking for a long time, and finally decided to make the middle clothes she wore.
Jing Wang's clothes have been seen in small flowers. The standard clothes are very high in specifications and the styles are very cumbersome. She can't do it now. She can't do it in ordinary clothes worn on weekdays. The inner blouse is fine, only some decorative patterns on the cuffs and the placket, this can also be barely done.
Once settled, Xiaohua asked Lilac to prepare the cloth.
Lilac brought a few pieces of light-colored cloth and came with all kinds of materials, which were all appreciated by King Jing a few days ago.
Xiaohua looked at it again and again before choosing a moon-white lake silk.
"Let's use this, I think your highness's middle clothes are all made of lake silk, or they are all made of silk."
Lilac took the other cloth to Ding Lan and took it away, and brought it to King Jing to put on the homely clothes that Xiyuan usually wears. Xiaohua pondered the size, before spreading out the moon-white lake silk, carefully cutting it out.
This is the second time that Huahua is making big clothes, and he is not familiar with it. In addition, he is always worried about being cut, and it is tense. After cutting all the fabrics, the forehead is also There was a thin sweat.
Lilac kept watching, and didn't dare to bother to see the lady's cautious look.
Madam was stubborn, and she helped Her grandmother a lot when she made clothes for her last time. This time, she was not allowed to let her go, and she was only allowed to give directions. Seeing that the lady had cut down the scissors in her hand, Lilac brought a cotton bud to wipe the thin sweat on her forehead.
"Madam's hand is very stable, not skewed at all."
Xiaohua smiled, sat down next to her, took a cup of tea, and prepared to take a break before continuing.
Thinking of the embroidery on the clothes, she was a little tangled. "Lilac, what do you say is the embroidery at the cuffs and at the placket?"
She will also embroider an eight-treasure pattern at present, and she still practiced it for a long time. Although Lilac said that Grandma likes it very much, Xiaohua knows clearly that the stitches of the embroiderer are still rough. Resting on Grandma He is a gift from yourself and represents some of your own wishes.
But if she rested on His Highness, she felt a little wronged.
Lilac also understood his wife's thoughts, and had no good idea for a while.
"If you look at it slowly, the main body of clothes is not ready yet. Think about it while doing it."
Xiaohua thought for a while, and only then.
At night, Xiaohua and King Jing sat on the Kang.
Xiaohua struggled for a day today. Although the decision was to think slowly, he was always thinking about it. Ai Ai Xiangjing Wang expressed the actual situation during the menstrual period. For example, if your own embroidery is not fine, you might fear that your Highness will abandon it, for example ...
President Li said a lot before King Jing understood what she meant.
Is it that your craft is not good?
But he just wanted a piece of clothes she made, what has to do with the handwork? !
So King Jing said, "No problem."
"But these embellished patterns will be exposed. The clothes outside His Royal Highness are so delicately dressed. The inside is rough and hand-made, which will reduce His Royal Identity."
This sentence completely describes the disturbed words in Xiaohua's heart. She has said it several times.
King Jing silently replied: "No embroidery."
"Is this okay?"
"The lonely king feels so good."
His Royal Highness King Jing said very well, and Xiaohua ’s heart settled down, and she was much less stressed without embroidering.
Here Xiaohua is worrying about making clothes for King Wang, and after a few strict government regulations training, several young girls who entered the discipline division there are led by Fushun into Jingtai Temple.
Fushun's behavior The people in Jingtai Palace have always looked in their eyes, but King Jing has not returned to Jingtai Temple for a few days. I don't know yet, but I know sooner or later. .
When Grandma knew that the Jingtai Hall had entered again, the small palace people had already moved in. The work done is similar to that of Xiaohua, and they are all scattered in the courtyard, but this kind of dog meat is sold more often, and their role is in the end.
"Ugh……"
Seeing Grandma He sighed, Aunt Meng exhorted: "Grandma, don't think too much, everyone has their own luck."
Grandma He also understood the truth, just thinking that it was not always such a thing.
The Xiaodouzi said to the side: "The little one has seen the few small palace people. It feels like that. I always feel that it is similar to the previous Mrs. Hua."
Grandma He is close to Mrs. Hua, everyone in Jingtai Temple knows that when Mrs. Hua was not out of Jingtai Temple, the two were very close. After Mrs. Hua moved to the West Yard, Grandma He gave She delivers soup. To vote for Tao Li, a few days ago, Mrs. Hua sent a piece of clothes made by herself to Grandma He.
This little bean is a small in the small kitchen, and his eyes are sharp. Knowing that Grandma cares about this matter, she has also paid a lot of attention to the palace room in the past two days, and sent a lot of small news to Grandma.
"Really?"
Hearing this, Grandma He looked at Aunt Meng with an inquiring expression, and Aunt Meng nodded.
"Small and careful look, there is a pair of eyes that are very similar to Madam Hua, but it must be less beautiful than Madam Hua. There is also a temperament that is very similar to Madam Hua, and the other few are very kind. Calm and low-key look ... "Xiaodouzi could not describe it, scratched his head and thought for a while, and then said:" Put them all together, it is a lady of flowers. "
Grandma He looked ugly immediately. It stands to reason that Fushun did not have any doubts about this, but it made people think that they always felt uncomfortable.
Aunt Meng saw this situation and waved her hand to let Xiaodouzi go out.
"Actually, Xiaodouzi has something to say. Although they all look like Madame Hua, they are still a little bit different. However, Chunlan Qiuyue has different styles. It seems that Father Gong also took a lot of thoughts this time."
Seeing Grandma He said nothing, Aunt Meng replied, "Grandma, you are old, don't think too much. What can Grandpa decide in addition to His Royal Highness in this house. What's more, Fugao Everyone knows why, but this is indeed feasible in the long run. "
As a personal feeling, Grandma He should be worried, but as a slave-servant, this kind of thinking should not be there, because the slave-servant should be wholeheartedly the master.
What is good for Master?
That is to think about what the master thinks, to be anxious about the master's urgency, to make up for the shortcomings of the master, and to do everything possible. As for this good, can someone else accept it, will the master accept it, that is outside.
"I understand everything you say, I was just thinking, isn't it obvious that Fushun did that against the other side? If you enter, you enter, but why should you do so!"
What Grandma He wants to express, in fact Ms. Meng Meng knows.
Don't look at Mrs. Hua from the palace, Fushun pushed it up. But the identity changed, and the idea was different. Not to mention whether he will face Fushun. He just tinkered with people who are similar to Mrs. Hua. The others saw nothing, and the person would be sick.
No one will feel uncomfortable in this change. If you are uncomfortable, you will inevitably feel discordant. Grandma He has a good relationship with both sides, and it is not on either side, let alone both sides.
"Maybe Father Fu has his own consideration." Aunt Meng can only say so.
Grandma He didn't speak anymore, she sighed, stood up, and went to the desk to find her busy.
Aunt Meng also knew that what she said at this time was of no avail, and she could only go out with a sigh.