Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Not long after Li Miaolian got married, Xie'er and Yiyi turned one year old in a blink of an eye.

Washing three small things to do, the full moon can't do it, and it can't be done this year. Even though King Jing had been mentally prepared more than a year ago, he still felt a little inappropriate when things came to an end.

On the contrary, Xiaohua didn't show anything, including the palace eunuchs who served in the west courtyard were all happy, and she didn't mention any birthday party or anything.

On the first day of the two little ones' birthdays, the west courtyard has been busy making arrangements for Xi'er and Yiyi to catch their week.

Xiaohua and King Jing were there, as well as Fushun, Changshun, Aunt Qi and others. There was a huge table in the middle of the main room. The table was covered with a red tablecloth, and various items were scattered on it. There are pens, ink, paper, inkstone, scrolls, abacus, coins, account books, seals, bows and arrows, etc. Because of Yiyi, there are also scissors, jewelry, rouge, etc. that my daughter will use at home.

Xi'er is the elder brother, so he has to come first.

The little guy has already crawled extremely quickly, Xiao Hua put him on the table, but he didn't move, just sat there and looked at his mother.

Good boy, you see so many things, just give Mom any one. Xiaohua said, pointing to the table.

Xie'er looked at the tabletop, then at Xiao Hua, before crawling towards the middle. He was extremely trouble-free, he climbed a couple of times, then sat there, and grabbed something casually from the side.

Fushun kept staring, saw Xie'er grabbed a seal, and immediately said: When the young master grows up, he will take advantage of the grace of heaven and ancestors, he is not an ordinary person.

Next it was Yiyi's turn, and Yiyi was much more lively than her elder brother. Without Xiaohua saying anything, she climbed to the center of the table, looked left and then again, grabbed this and that, each of them reluctant to throw it away, and finally simply swiped away. A large number of objects are summarized in front of him.

Laughing at the people on the side, Fushun wiped away tears happily, his lips were trembling and he was speechless.

We Yiyi will be all-rounders in the future, the key is to have a temperament that doesn't suffer.

King Jing's eyes were soft, and he also drew a smile, but he half frowned as if remembering something.

At noon, a few tables of noodles were prepared in the small kitchen, one table was placed here in the main room, and the other tables were placed elsewhere.

Seeing Xiao Huaer smilingly directing Ding Xiang to bring a pot of wine, King Jing felt for the first time that it was not good for Xiao Huaer to be too sensible. He would rather she could cry and express her grievances instead of just busy When he got up, it made him look quite uncomfortable, and he even had the urge to scold himself.

The surrounding area is full of bustle and bustle, but the main room is quiet here. Perhaps because King Jing's complexion was not very good, the two Ding Xiang and Ding Lan who stayed behind to serve were also silent.

What's wrong, Your Highness? Why don't you use it? This is delicious, eat more.

Looking at the food on the plate, King Jing silently picked it up and put it in his mouth, while with the other hand he picked up the wine glass and slowly poured it into his mouth. King Jing is usually not addicted to alcohol, but today he drank several glasses in a row for some reason.

Xiao Hua put down her chopsticks and said with a smile: I forgot there is still wine, maidservant concubine presents a glass to Your Highness.

What floats in the white jade wine glass is rose-colored rouge drunk, just the 'rouge drunk' that women can drink more. King Jing's cup was filled, so he took another cup.

With wine, a meal for two people is not just a meal. They drink a pot of wine and eat some food before the table is removed.

The room was quiet again, Xiao Hua glanced at King Jing who was sitting beside him silently, and finally said, Your Highness, are you still feeling unwell?

King Jing glanced at her, but said nothing.

I don't mind, the child doesn't mind, what else is there to care about?

King Jing couldn't say what to make up for in the future, he always felt that saying such words was perfunctory, so he could only pull her into his arms and stroke her hair silently.