Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

The heavy curtains surrounded the sleeping couch into an independent space. Under this atmosphere, Xiao Hua felt extremely flustered for no reason.

Feeling apprehensive about patronizing, the actions of his subordinates stopped.

A deep and slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded, Don't stop.

It was only then that Xiaohua realized that King Jing, who had been dozing off, was not actually asleep. She could only continue to move her hands. Because her mind was flustered, her hands were not so serious, and she only slid and squeezed on the surface.

There is an indescribable smell in the breath, it is not incense, but Xiaohua can smell an indescribable strong smell. There is a strong back under his hands, and the clothes are very thin, as if there is nothing there.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

Whose heartbeat is this? is hers? Or King Jing's?

At this moment, the brain was completely muddled.

Suddenly the world was turned upside down, and when Xiao Hua came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Even though she already understood what Eunuch Fu meant in her heart, but after being here for a long time, King Jing has always been indifferent and unfeminine, and Xiao Hua has long since forgotten the meaning.

This sudden scene made her suddenly confused.

To refuse, to refuse is definitely not daring, she dare not imagine the end...

She is even afraid of Fushun, let alone Fushun's master King Jing.

In a flash, Xiaohua thought of a lot, she thought of the meaning of Fushun's actions, Xiuyun who was killed by the rod, and...

Forget it, I was a slave girl, and I never escaped from this encounter...

Two sneaky figures slowly retreated to the door of the back bedroom.

A voice sounded like a mosquito groaning, Master, is this done?

Fushun was almost overjoyed, but he didn't know how to vent the joy in his heart, so he could only rub his fingers vigorously, and pretended to be profound on the surface.

You brat talks a lot. As soon as these words came out, Fushun suppressed his throat and laughed, matching the dark night outside, it really felt extremely weird.

You stay here, master, I'm going to rest, listen to the movement inside, and report to our family tomorrow. After finishing speaking, Fushun patted An Cheng's shoulder with a mysterious smile on his face, and he was very happy. gone.

An Cheng had a bitter face, and stood outside the door with his neck shrunk.

This master is really not human, he ran away by himself, let him stand here and listen to the corner. At that time, I will definitely ask him some trivial matters, but if you are a small one, the master has already spoken, so let's just stand honestly.

An Cheng thought hard in his heart, but his ears were still listening to the movement inside. Complaints are complaints, and he never forgot what the master told him.

It's a pity that King Jing was drunk, and his mind was not very clear. He actually knew what he was doing in his heart, but he didn't want to bear it, and there was no need to bear it.

In the past, he was too lazy to go to the East Third Courtyard because he was very indifferent to that, but when it really came to the point where he didn't want to bear it, being a court lady was nothing to him...

Xiaohua moved cautiously, and looked at King Jing beside her.

Seeing that he was already sound asleep, she took her own clothes and got off the couch carefully. It's a pity that my legs were weak and my whole body was sore, and I fell down on the soft blanket on the ground.

This fall made her sad, and she couldn't help crying while hugging her clothes.

She had tried her best to control her movements, but she still ignored the vigilance of the man on the couch.

In fact, King Jing woke up when Xiao Hua was staying in the bed. At this time, he saw the little palace man sitting on the ground with his face buried in his arms and sobbing silently.

Xiao Hua sat on the ground in a state of confusion and cried, then raised her head and was about to put on her clothes and leave quickly, but who knew that she was facing King Shangjing's dark and indifferent eyes and his usual calm face.

At this time, she was crying in a mess, her nose and eye circles were red, her eyes were wet, and she looked pitiful.