Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Afterwards, the two returned to the kang, King Jing continued with the unfinished book just now, and Xiao Hua also took a book and pretended to read it. On the outside, there is no difference between the two people's appearance and their usual appearance. Only some clues can be seen in the eyes that occasionally look at each other and quickly dodge away.

Two days later, Xiaohua heard that the little palace people in Jingtai Palace had disappeared.

The news was handed over by Xiao Xiazi. As for why Xiao Xiazi could still know the news inside Jingtai Hall, Xiaohua didn't inquire.

Seeing that King Jing looked normal that night but he was obviously not in a sullen mood, Xiaohua finally let go of her heart.

She thought, this matter is over, right? !

Sure enough, after that, although King Jing would still come to the West Court most of the time, he would also go back to Jingtai Hall. The frequency of Fushun's appearance has also increased significantly, King Jing also began to ask Fushun to do something, Xiaohua understood it, and it seemed as usual.

Of course, from a superficial point of view, she seems to have suffered a bit because of this incident, but after all, Xiaohua feels at ease because of this. She still doesn't understand what this kind of peace of mind means, but she has always known that this kind of intuition is usually for herself. advantageous.

Seeing His Highness sitting behind the desk holding a scroll, Fushun suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes.

He said that he was in the vein of His Highness, but when he sent everyone out of the mansion, His Highness came back later, even though his heart was as cold and hard as Fushun, he still couldn't help but be moved.

His Highness is still the same His Highness as before. He doesn't show it on the surface, but he is actually considerate in his heart.

He really deserved it!

But there are some things that can't be brought out and told. Although Fushun's heart was agitated, he still suppressed it. As in the past, order people to serve tea and water, and bring them to the table in person.

The study room was still as quiet as before, but because the state of mind of the two of them was different, some changes had also taken place, but this kind of change could not be seen with the eyes.

After groping around for a long time, Fushun said in a low voice while helping King Jing organize the book case, Your Highness, it's all the old slave's fault.

In fact, these two people are not the kind of people who are easy to express their emotions. Not only Fushun is a little uncomfortable, King Jing doesn't show it on the face, but he is also a little embarrassed in his heart, but more of it is a sense of relief.

Thousands of words turned into one sentence, It doesn't matter.

Fushun lowered his head, stood aside, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve when no one noticed.