Chapter 92:

Xiaohua found that King Jing was in a bad mood these few days.
King Wang's emotions have always been very obscure, and it took a few days for Xiaohua to react.
She could see that it was not aimed at her, but she didn't know what it was for. Of course, it is not the kind of serious mood, but the kind that always feels unhappy.
Thinking of Fushun, which I have rarely seen recently, and King Jing's seemingly preparing to take root in the West Courtyard, Xiaohua seemed a little clear in her heart.
It is said that His Royal Highness was born in Fushun.
Understand clearly, Xiaohua is not good to say anything. After all, there are her reasons in it. In addition to her complete touch and sweetness, she is also a little uneasy.
For Her Highness, even Fushun met her.
She knew the relationship between Fushun and His Royal Highness.
This result surprised her, but it was completely false to say no. Xiaohua has never been a very kind person, she can not provoke anyone, but she will not be unresponsive when someone else moves on her head.
For Fushun, she couldn't like it. There must be some grievances, but it was far-fetched to say grievances. After all, how could she be so good with King Jing now, in addition to her efforts inside, she had to admit that she still had to thank Fushun first.
Even when she first came to the Western Academy, why did the lilac helper be distributed to her? She also knew that it was Fushun's role.
And why did Fushun get so many people to come in, she also understood in her heart. As her position, she really can not give a good face, as Fushun's position, he seems right to do so. After all, he has been asking for something, and she has seen it for so long, so he pushed her up, and so are the functions of those few.
I understand it, but I still ca n’t accept it emotionally. Xiaohua can only throw it away, not thinking about it, and not worrying about it.
On this day, the clothes for King Jing were finally ready.
The moon-white midi, with flowing moire embroidered on the cuffs and hem, looks simple and elegant. After Xiaohua pulled Jingwang to try it, she felt relieved when she saw that the size was just right.
After the trial, Xiaohua wanted to help King Wang to fade his clothes. He was ready to wash and wear it tomorrow, but King Wang ignored her. He wore a robe around his middle coat and went to East Time.
This seemingly rare movement made Xiaohua squint.
"Since your Highness feels okay, the concubine will do two more things with you." After sitting down beside King Jing, Xiaohua said.
"can."
Xiaohua leaned against King Jing again, leaning on his lap. There was a sentence with him that spoke to him.
Although King Jing is difficult to change, he said something to him, and now he can always return to the previous sentence. Although the number of words is still so small, it is better than nothing, at least let Xiaohua see some changes.
Such a indifferent man, because of how much he has changed, Xiaohua still has a purpose. Every time she thought about this, she couldn't help feeling a tearful feeling.
Xiaohua tangled her face and rubbed her face on King Jing's lap, and then pretended to be coming around. King Jing glanced at her, her eyes blinked, and she touched her hair.
It was in the afternoon at this time and the sunshine outside was very good.
King Jing was reading a book, and Xiaohua was lying on his lap. Holding his hand boringly in his hand, rubbing rubbing, can't bear to lose, there is always a stir in his heart. It made her feel excited, her blood was boiling, and she needed to do something to vent.
She looked at his face from the bottom up, her eyebrows were rendered like ink, flying diagonally into the temple's eyebrows, slender and indifferent eyes, from the droopy corner of the eye to the end of the raised eye, the lines of the eyes were extremely smooth and beautiful, making people How to see how to love pole.
Seeing her look at him with joy in her eyes, King Jing touched her hair again, and she suddenly felt better.
She likes to look at him like this these days. Although King Jing doesn't quite understand what it means, he likes it very much. Because of this, his mood will be very light, as if the wind will blow up.
Xiaohua looked at the eyebrows and eyes, but couldn't help but fell in love, and his heart thumped like he was about to come out.
She lost the big palm in her hand, wrapped it around his neck, and grinded it up. He kissed fiercely on his mouth. It seemed that this way he could feel more comfortable, but he could not carelessly lightly move, fearing that he might hurt him.
King Jing dropped the book in his hand and hugged the person in his arms upwards. Although he didn't quite understand how the little flower came out suddenly, it was like this in his heart.
Lilac was about to come in for tea, and when he saw this scene, he quickly crept away and even cautiously concealed the door.
There was a lot of tongue-to-mouth talk, and the two stopped breathlessly.
What was burning in his eyes, her eyes were soaking wet as if to drip water. For a moment, the two began to move again.
...
Happy is happy, catharsis is also catharsis, but it is not easy to deal with afterwards.
After all, Xiaohua hugged King Jing's neck and did not want to come down for a long time.
"What should I do?"
Xiaohua is ashamed and desperate, this must be dealt with, but the day is called water, not to tell people what they just did.
King Jing did not understand it, and did not understand why Xiaohuaer's expression was so weird. He leaned on the pillow, whispered a gentle breath, and in his hand he had touched her long hair that had been shaken.
"what?"
"This."
Seeing the other party still don't understand, Xiaohua can only whisper: "The day is called water, don't everyone know what we do?"
Jing Wang stared and buried him in his chest. He looked at the little flower without a face, and said nothing.
After a while, King Jing said: "Come here, prepare water."
The expression and tone are the same as usual, but let Xiaohua look at the domineering side drain, making her stunned.
"Yes."
Xiao Xiazi's voice rang outside, and Xiao Hua dared not raise her head completely.
When the man retreated, Jing Wang saw that she was too ashamed to see her. Although she did not understand her thoughts, she still liked her like this. He picked up the man and the two went to the bathroom.
Xiaohua made plenty of food and clothing by herself, and changed the clothes for the two. The clothes she changed were thrown into the bath barrel.
After tidying up, I went to the East Room, where there was no one in it, but the kang table and the messy kang table had just returned to their original state.
A cup of white water and a cup of tea were also placed on the Kang table. Xiaohua knew that the white water was a masterpiece of lilac. While sighing in my heart, there was a bit of embarrassment.
After that, the two returned to Kang. King Jing continued the book that he had not finished reading. Xiaohua also took a book and pretended to watch it. The appearance of the two is no different from the usual one, and only some occasional glances can be seen in the eyes that are quickly evaded.
Two days later, Xiaohua heard that the small palaces in Jingtai Temple had disappeared.
The news was handed over by Xiao Xiazi. As for why Xiao Xiazi left Jingtai Temple, he still knew the news, but Xiaohua didn't search for it.
Seeing that King Wang looked the same as usual but clearly did not feel depressed, Xiaohua finally let go of her heart.
She thought, even if this thing passed? !
Sure enough, King Jing would still come to the West Courtyard most of the time after that, but Jingtai Temple would go back there. The frequency of Fushun's appearance has also increased significantly, and King Jing has also begun to let Fushun do something, and Xiaohuaxin understands it as usual.
Of course, from the face, she seems to have suffered a little because of this matter, but after all, Xiaohua feels so relieved, she still does not understand what this kind of peace means, but her consistent experience knows that this intuition is usually to herself advantageous.

Looking at His Highness, who was holding the scroll after the book case, Fushun felt a tearful feeling in vain.
It was said that he lived in the vein of His Royal Highness, but when he sent everyone out of the house in front of him, His Highness came back in the back. It was hard-hearted like Fushun, but he couldn't help but be moved.
His Royal Highness is still the same as his former Highness.
He is really too bad!
Some things, however, could not be brought out to the mouth. Although Fushun was agitated in his heart, he still pressed it down. As in the past, I instructed people to serve tea and serve water, and to personally handle the case.
The study room is still as quiet as before, but because the two people's moods are different, there have been some changes, but this change is invisible to the eyes.
After groping for a long time, Fu Shuncai whispered by helping King Jing organize the book case, "His Royal Highness, all old slaves are wrong."
In fact, these two are not the kind of people who are easy to show their emotions. Not only is Fushun a little uncomfortable, King Jing is not obvious on the face, but also a little embarrassed, but more of a relief.
Thousands of words are translated into one sentence, "No problem."
Fushun lowered his head and stood aside. When no one noticed, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.