Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

King Jing is not proficient in this. It is very difficult for him to see this, but he is very serious and does not give up. Doing something is better than not doing it well. Whenever he does a little more, he can add some chips to his hands. This is his consistent disposition.

After several days of busy work, King Jing finally relaxed a little.

He sat there silently, enjoying this rare leisure, when a set of words suddenly appeared in his mind. After thinking about it, he thought that he might have remembered it wrong, so he turned around and picked up a book from the bookshelf behind him.

Opening the book, a small note was caught between the pages.

He picked up the note with a jade-like hand, rubbed the edge with his fingertips, his face was always indifferent.

One corner of this palm-sized piece of paper is already slightly curled, which can be seen from the fact that it has been rubbed too much.

King Jing was silent for a while, then put it back in the book.

In the evening, King Jing came to the west courtyard.

Because King Jing came a bit late, the gate of the west courtyard has been closed.

King Jing stood still, took a look at Fushun, and Fushun honestly went up to knock on the door.

After knocking twice, the door opened from the inside.

Chunlan saw that it was Queen Jing, and immediately knelt down.

Why did you close the courtyard door so early? Fushun said, thinking that it was the first time his grandpa Fu had done such a thing of knocking on the door.

Slaves should die. Chunlan didn't dare to say, and didn't even look at what time it was.

King Jing has already stepped into the courtyard, and Xiaohua has already heard the movement here.

Drowsy from sleep, she was called up by Ding Xiang, saying that the Highness had come, and she thought it was a dream. Before she woke up, she was dragged from the bed, and before she could put on her clothes, King Jing came in.

Your Highness. Xiaohua had no choice but to put on an outer garment, squatted down and performed a blessing ceremony.

King Jing raised his hand, but did not speak.

Ding Xiang and Fu Shun filed down, and Xiao Hua took a look at King Jing who was sitting by the bed, and saw that he was silent and expressionless, and he didn't even look at her.

Xiaohua has long been accustomed to King Jing's appearance, but she can't hide her irritability. He clearly told himself to find support for himself, but after being left alone for a long time, that energy lost.

She raised her smiling face and said in a low voice, Your Highness, why don't I help you get dressed and washed?

King Jing glanced at her and didn't make a sound. When Xiao Hua was about to call Ding Xiang to prepare water, he said: Washing up.

Xiao Hua secretly glanced at King Jing.

Wearing a purple uniform and a white jade crown on her head, she looks very everyday. Her hair and clothes were neatly tidied up, it really didn't look like she had washed. Besides, he didn't sleep after washing up at night, so why did he come here with her?

As this thought flashed by, Xiao Hua pouted to herself, she must have come to sleep!

She blushed a little at the thought.

The concubine waits for His Highness to change clothes.

King Jing didn't speak, but gave her a deep look, and stood up.

After changing clothes, the rest should be done.