Chapter 88:

In the tents of the emerald-blue embroidered birds and vines, I do not know when they have calmed down.
Quiet so that Lilac's heart tightened.
I didn't know how long after that, I suddenly heard some sounds in the tent, and then the tent was opened, revealing a small face with red eyes and swollen eyes.
"Lilac, I want to bathe, and then my eyes have to be swollen."
Lilac unconsciously ‘oh’ and turned around and found out that he forgot the rules.
After taking a bath, Xiaohua leaned in front of the dressing table and leaned on Lilac, letting her hold the peeled egg and rolling in her eyes.
After finishing it, Xiaohua opened her eyes and glanced at the mirror, and found that it really didn't look so swollen.
I took the soaked cotton veil again and put it on my eyes, then put on facial grease.
Xiaohua also drew a shape for herself, put on a silver-red fine cloud brocade blouse and a loose flower green silk vine pleated skirt, diagonally pulled a falling bun, and that strand of hair also hung down again, inserted behind her head On the butterfly hairpin, touching the slightly trembling butterfly wings, suddenly the mood was particularly good.
After having breakfast, taking advantage of the good weather, Xiaohua went to the yard and took a break. Afterwards, she returned to the house and took out her middle shirt to continue doing it. As soon as it reached noon, lunch was used. When she saw that the sun outside was not strong, she went out to take a walk, and then returned to continue to make clothes.
When Shen arrived, King Jing came.
After King Jing left in the morning, he always felt that the little flower looked wrong, but it made him think that something was wrong and couldn't tell.
Things were almost busy in his hand, and he came to the west courtyard.
When I entered the door, I saw her sitting on the kang under the window, lowering her head to do needlework. In the afternoon, the setting sun shone through the window and hit her face, casting a golden color on her face. With that kind of fine fluff on his face, King Jing suddenly had the illusion that the little flowers were small.
It's very small when I think about it.
She was fifteen, he was twenty-six, and she was eleven years younger.
Seeing King Wang came in, Xiaohua smiled at him on the Kang.
"Your Highness."
He nodded and sat down on the edge of Kang, leaning his head to watch the movements in her hand.
Neither of them said anything.
Lilac served tea and rested on the Kang table.
He glanced at him, and Xiaohua stroked the strand of hair hanging down the side of the temple, and said, "The concubine's hand is slow, and it will take a few days to do it well."
King Jing reached out and touched her finger, "Not in a hurry."
Fushun was called in again, and he was asked to change his clothes in the room.
Xiaohua took a closer look at King Wang for a while before realizing that he seemed to be thin. The already thin body seems to be thinner. There was a trace of unnoticeable fatigue between Meiyu. She put down the needle and thread in her hand and got up to serve him and sit on the kang.
He took the tea cup and handed it to him, and said, "Your Highness, are you tired, your concubine will let you loose?"
"No need to."
She reached out and touched his shoulder, and it was stiff inside. "But your shoulder must be uncomfortable."
King Jing thought about it and touched her hair, "Let her come."
Such actions, but with such a poking heart.
Xiaohua coagulated and looked up at him. He didn't look at her, and glanced at Fushun sideways.
Fushun immediately stepped down and stepped out.
Boom Boom Boom ...
With a fast heartbeat, Xiaohua can only calm herself.
"What's her? Your Highness."
King Jing thought deeply and said, "I don't know."
This made Xiaohua a little puzzled. She was confused, and she could only laugh with a strong smile, and embroidered while holding clothes.
After a while, Fu Shun walked in, followed by a young girl.
Even if Xiaohua hadn't seen her, she seemed to understand who she was.
is her!
"This is it."
King Jing came suddenly.
The brains of little flowers huddled together, and it can be analyzed that King Jing is answering his own words just now.
Fushun commanded the ugly-looking lilac to move down the Kang table. The girl never looked up. The location of Xiaohua Temple was frantically exploding, making her face white.
This may not be the first time depending on the situation.
"Oh." Xiaohua found that her voice was a little trembling, and adjusted a little, then said, "Who is she?" There was some curiosity in the voice.
"do not know."
Hearing this, Xiaohua felt a little loose in her heart.
She glanced at him pretendingly, and said, "There are many beautiful little palace people around your Highness, and she will forget her concubines in the future."
"no."
The hand was caught.
"Yes."
"will not."
"It will."
She thought that she had pretended to be vinegar. Who knows how to say it out of words, only to realize that she does not need to pretend to be full of vinegar.
Looking at his still calm face, but there was a little helplessness in her eyes. Xiaohua felt that her heart was blooming at once. Those things that made her entangled and cried many times for many days seemed to be unimportant at once. And the shock that this person brings to the heart is also completely eliminated between this "will" and "no".
Looking at Fushun, who was standing with her head hanging down, and the girl who had been bowing her head, Xiaohua suddenly smiled.
"The concubine wanted to see if she had beautiful concubines."
King Jing was puzzled.
How could this person compare with Xiaohua'er.
Xiaohua didn't look at King Jing's complexion, her eyes glanced down, "You raise your face and let Madam Ben look at it."
The girl below stiffened and looked at Fushun in a panic.
Fushun smiled and said: "How can such a vulgar little palace man stain his wife's eyes."
Xiaohua glanced at King Jing, her lips half-buttered.
"look up."
Seeing King Wang spoke, Fushun had to hang his head again.
The girl slowly raised her head and exposed her entire face, but stared at the lower part, not daring to look at the person above.
"Oh, it's really beautiful, and my eyes are so beautiful ..."
A delicate female voice sounded from above, Qian Xi knew that this was the legendary Mrs. Hua.
That Mrs. Hua who let her be seen by Fu Gonggong, that Mrs. Hua who is said to be spoiled by Her Royal Highness, that that she accidentally raised her head and let Fu Gong Gong punish Mrs. Hua who stood in the corner for a long time, the one who grew up with her Similar Lady Hua ...
Oh no, she looks like Mrs. Flower.
Although everyone in the Jingtai Temple kept his mouth shut, from the strange eyes, she could see that she looked like Mrs. Hua, so the eyes of others were strange.
There are only two people whose eyes are not weird. One is Grandpa Fu, but she was found by him. These days Qian Xi has almost figured out the meaning of Grandpa Fu. The other was His Highness, but Qian Xi knew that His Highness had never seen her face from beginning to end. He didn't see it, but he never saw it.
King Jing ’s eyes did n’t look down, his eyes kept staring at the rare naughty on that delicate little face, and the lips that rose continuously, and the tender white fingers on the lips tip.
"... How does the concubine always feel that she looks familiar?"
These words made Fu Shun's face stiffen, and made Li Xiang's heart understand.
Madam, this is the declaration of war against Father Gong!
"Lilac, take a look. Does anyone think she looks like?"
When Qian Xi's eyes began to say from Xiaohua that her eyes were beautiful, she couldn't help looking up.
Clear and gorgeous, mixed with charming and moving, white to transparent skin, a pair of waves of peach eyes. She is very familiar with those eyes, she also has such a pair, but Qian Xi has to admit that these eyes only interpreted what is called looking back and smiling Bai Meisheng ...
"It's a bit familiar, who does it look like?"
In any case, Lilac can only accompany his wife to perform this drama.
Fortunately, Madam did not take her as a rafter, but murmured herself: "... how does it feel a bit like me ..."
The erratic sound hit Fushun's heart heavily.
At this moment, Fushun only discovered that Mrs. Hua, who had always been docile and harmless, had never been a good stubborn.
Because of this sentence, King Jing's eyes moved.
Silently watching for a while, his eyes moved to Fushun's head again.
The room was quiet and scary.
"Go down."
King Jing's words fell and all the people in the room retreated.
Xiaohua didn't dare to raise her head. She hadn't acted in front of King Jing, but this was the first time since. For no reason, she thought she was doing this wrong.
Halfway through, King Jing only said: "Sleep with the lonely king for a while."
Xiaohua sat on her knees, went to the kang corner, took a thin mattress, and removed her hair. Fortunately, the hair comb is simple today, but it is not difficult to remove. Finally, the butterfly hairpin was pulled out, and her long hair spread out. She carefully placed the hairpin on the kang cabinet beside.
King Jing watched her movements, and looked at her carefully when she let her hairpins, her heart was softening.
Seeing her covering the thin mattress with the two of them, and seeing her lying down beside him, he sighed in his heart and took her into his arms.
Xiaohua buried her face in Jing Wang's arms. As in the past, she had panic, anxiety and uneasiness in her heart, and she had various emotions. While doing a whole set of actions, Xiaohua never looked at King Jing's face because she was afraid of seeing something on it that would make her unbearable.
In vain, I felt a hand touching her spine, gently touching it. Xiaohua had a moment of rigidity, and then relaxed.
How similar!
She still remembers that he soothed her that time.
Tears rushed out in an instant and could not stop anymore.
Grand Duke Fu, maybe you are high above you, maybe your position is transcendent, maybe your position in His Royal Highness is unusual, maybe ...
However, such a high lord, such a good lord, how can I be willing, how can I be willing to be willing! So, I won't let it!
"... Sorry, Your Highness ... I shouldn't ... but I'm afraid ..."
Suddenly crying, he could hardly catch his breath. Xiaohua knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't suppress her. This is not tears of fear, but something in the heart that is unclear.
She could pretend to be calm and play a play to try King Jing, but when this big palm rested on her back, she calmed herself like she was the most helpless at the time, and she could no longer pretend to be strong.
"The concubine will never again ..." She cried in tears, and as the tears rushed out, the things buried in her heart for a long time also came out. "The concubine actually knew that Grandpa Fu had arranged for some small palace people to come in. The concubine was always worried, especially knowing that they all look better than me, younger and more beautiful than me, and the concubine was sad to die ..."
As she cried, she rubbed the majestic tears on King Jing ’s shirt, and kept mumbling in her mouth, "... Your Highness hasn't come for many days before, and the concubine thought that there must be someone else in His Highness ..."
"... Grandpa Fu brought her over again today, and the concubine saw her at that time in Jingtai Temple ... His Royal Highness needs a few people, but the concubine can do it. Why do you want to find someone else ... The concubine didn't want to give up her highness to her, the concubine was reluctant ... "
Xiaohua spoke vaguely, but King Jing was beside her, and she heard it clearly. He didn't know how to stop her from crying, and couldn't say anything comforting, he could only stroke it on her back with one hand.
After a long time, the movement on his chest stopped. People didn't cry anymore, their bodies were so stiff, they seemed to realize that they were bad.
King Jing calmed down again, and then said dumbly: "Not the lonely king's idea."
"The lonely king does not know what she looks like."
"I'm afraid you are tired."
"I will not do it again."
"Don't cry."