King Jing is a person with a great sense of time. If he is not busy with official business, he usually returns to Jingtai Hall around You Shi.
Sure enough, after Xiaohua stood for less than half an hour, King Jing came back with Fushun.
The first thing to do when I come back is to change clothes first, and wash my hands after changing. Of course, all this is not served by Xiaohua and Xiuyun, but by the usual little eunuchs.
After washing his face and washing his hands, King Jing would sit for a while, but the time was uncertain, and then he would pass the meal. In the meantime, Xiaohua and Xiuyun were serving tea and meals, and the others were serving as pillars.
These days when she came to Jingtai Hall, Xiaohua could almost see something. King Jing didn't want to see them at all, but Eunuch Fu paid special attention to them. Xiaohua even felt that the reason why they could come in was also arranged by Father Fu. But why a servant would fight against his master like this, and why King Jing would acquiesce, Xiaohua often couldn't figure it out.
But she also knew that her head had never been very bright, so she didn't think about these things. It can only be attributed to one thing, that is, the gods fight and the mortals suffer.
After King Jing finished his meal, he would wash his hands and rinse his mouth, and then he would go to the study to read some books.
Usually, they won't be needed at this time, because it's already dark at this time, and the two of Xiaohua can make a bargain. As usual, Eunuch Fu would wave his hand to let them go down when it was almost time. Today, I don't know what happened, but he didn't say anything.
When King Jing went to the study, Xiaohua and the two were forgotten, neither standing nor standing, but it was safer to stand here, and Xiaohua continued to stand. Seeing that Xiaohua didn't move, Xiuyun didn't move.
The hall was extremely quiet, and after a while, Fushun came out and asked Xiaohua to make tea and bring it in.
Xiaohua brewed tea and brought it into the study, placed it on the desk and was about to retreat when she suddenly heard a low voice saying, "Shoulder."
For a while, Xiaohua didn't know who said this to.
She took a peek at King Jing. King Jing was wearing a black uniform today, and his jade-like profile was even more lustrous under the candlelight. The phoenix eyes on the top and the thick eyelashes formed a faint glow under the eyes. The shadows, the temples are cut like a knife, the nose is like an axe, and the eyebrows are like ink paintings flying diagonally into the temples.
King Jing is a very handsome person. Xiaohua has always known that after serving King Jing for so long, she also knows his extremely taciturn nature. She never thought that King Jing would talk to her, and she saw his unwavering side. She didn't even give herself an extra look, so she thought she heard the voice just now as an auditory hallucination.
Just as she was thinking, seeing Eunuch Fu beside her gesturing with her, she glanced at him suspiciously. Eunuch Fu's face was very strange, but Xiaohua still understood what he meant.
So it wasn't a hallucination just now? !
Xiaohua lowered her head halfway, and did not dare to delay walking behind King Jing. She rubbed her hands together for dozens of times until it became hot, and then placed it on his shoulders.
The second time she massaged King Jing, Xiaohua found that King Jing was much harder to press than the fourth young master. The shoulders already have many bones, and King Jing's muscles are also very strong. Xiaohua originally only wanted to put down a five-point effort, but gradually he felt that it was not enough, and then increased it to eight or ten.
Last time, because she was nervous and afraid to speak, Xiaohua kept silent. No one stopped her this time, Xiaohua has been pressing for almost half an hour. Not to mention that my hands are tired, and my heart is also a little worried.
After hesitating and hesitating, she whispered: "Your Highness, you can't press the same spot for too long, it will hurt your muscles and bones."
After saying this, her heartbeat was pounding. This was the first time she had spoken to King Jing, who had always been indifferent and dignified. I don't know if His Highness will feel that she doesn't want to press him or something else, and I don't know if she will be punished.
In fact, when the words were spoken, Xiaohua regretted it. Secretly slandered: What can I tell you to do, if the master doesn't speak, you will continue to press the chant, you talk a lot, and I don't usually see you talking too much!
But Xiaohua people are honest and always keep in mind the precautions in the book, that is, one place cannot be pressed for a long time, because it contains massage and bone-setting techniques, and excessive use will damage the muscles and bones.
Because no one answered, she didn't dare to stop. The study was eerily quiet, King Jing didn't move, and he didn't know if he heard her words.
The shoulders of her subordinates were suddenly pulled away, Xiaohua thought King Jing was angry, and fell to her knees.
She had never served in close quarters before, Xiaohua only felt that King Jing was a quiet person, and only when she got close did she feel that King Jing was very coercive, especially when there was physical contact, which made her nervous and uneasy all the time.
Xiaohua lowered her head halfway, clenched her hands tightly, waiting for the coming storm, she even thought that King Jing would say 'let her out'.
She fantasized about it in her mind, in fact, that's not bad, that is, if you change errands, she won't be in a lot of things like right and wrong. As long as she doesn't beat her up and doesn't drive her out, she thinks anything is acceptable...
Who knew that what was waiting was that King Jing went to the soft couch by the window of the study, lay down on his stomach, and said two words: "Continue."
Fushun laughed so much that his eyes narrowed, he pushed Xiaohua and told her to go quickly.
King Jing's posture is easy to imagine, and it is at this time that Xiaohua really thinks that King Jing has a good figure.
Slim and long limbs will not make people feel strong or thin, but just right. The broad shoulders, the strong back, the arc slowly downward is vainly tightening the waist, and then the hips are very upturned.
King Jing wore a pair of light clothes that he usually wears in the temple today, a purple thin silk shirt, the fabric is very close-fitting, and in such a posture, you can clearly see the thrilling arc between his waist and hips...
Xiaohua suddenly felt red eyes and heartbeats, but she didn't have the time to stay in a daze at the moment, so she could only walk over with a blushing face and half bent down to start massaging King Jing.
She didn't dare to touch sensitive places, and concentrated on the front half of her back.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Xiaohua could clearly feel her nervous breathing.
She was afraid that King Jing who was nearby would hear it, so she secretly raised her eyes and glanced at it. Seeing that King Jing's long and narrow eyes had already closed, she felt a little relieved.
The texture of his hands is very tactile, even through a layer of clothes and flowers, you can clearly feel the strong muscles under the slightly elastic skin.
In her two lifetimes, Xiaohua has been in such close contact with two men, one is the Fourth Young Master and the other is King Jing.
I still remember that in my previous life, the Fourth Young Master would often ask her to help her relax like this. She was also on the couch, but she sat on the couch to press it. First, it was convenient, and secondly, she would not be too tired because of the inconvenient posture. After pressing it twice, the nature changed. The fourth young master was a romantic person and had many tricks, so he let her ride on him and press it.
At that time, her mind was not pure at all, and she wanted to be like this. Every time she pressed it, she would stir up, and the fourth young master could not bear it and would lift her down and press her up...
Suddenly, Xiao Hua felt that her face was about to explode.
How could she be so shameless to think of such a thing. She felt ashamed that she wanted to cover her face and cry, but her subordinates dared not stop.
During the torture, not to mention the embarrassment.
Fushun looked at him with a smile and narrowed his eyes. He said that Jiang was still old and hot. Three cobblers outnumbered one Zhuge Liang. No, after His Highness left the capital, he never let the palace servants serve him personally, and only used little eunuchs. Now it's okay. It seems that our Highness is also a man, and a man likes this set!
He looked at the little palace man who was blushing and more charming at this time, not to mention how satisfied he was in his heart, and he wished he could swipe his beard twice in satisfaction.
Fushun feels that his vision is so good that he can pick people.
Looking at this little girl's crimson face, even he, a rootless person, felt itchy. It's a pity that His Royal Highness can't see it when he is lying on his stomach. If he could, Fushun could not wait to turn King Jing over and let him take a look. Maybe if he glanced at him, His Royal Highness would be moved.
Fu Shun stood there with a normal expression, seemingly serious, but in fact his mind was full of filth.
He looked at it, and felt that this little girl still had some shortcomings. She looked good, and her face was delicate, but it seemed that she had not grown, especially the chest, which was as small as two poached eggs.
Fushun still knew that men liked women with big, tits, and children. Although he was a rootless person, he couldn't resist asking. He deliberately pretended to have no intention of asking several guards and generals in King Jing's mansion, and asked them what kind of women men like.
The few warriors thought he was moved, and they all began to describe him with a wretched expression.
It is said that women with big breasts and children are liked by men, preferably with a raised butt and a thin waist. Fushun was embarrassed to think about the various coquettish coquettish and foul language between men during the period, but he still got the experience on what kind of woman a man likes.
Over there, King Jing squinted comfortably, but still did not change his indifferent expression, Xiaohua blushed and his thick-necked subordinates moved. Here, Fushun's mind is mixed, and he even wants to find that Madam He to make up for it. It is best to make up for the big breasts and buttocks, so that His Highness likes it.
After thinking about it in my heart, I decided to do it urgently. Anything can be delayed, but not His Royal Highness's human relations affairs.
I don't know, King Jing and Xiaohua know that this dead eunuch has such a dirty mind when his face is calm, and will they spray him with old blood.
After pressing for more than half an hour, just when Xiaohua felt that her arm was too tired to break, King Jing suddenly made a sound.
"Stop."
Xiaohua immediately stopped and stood up straight to the side.
King Jing sat up and moved his shoulders, feeling much more relaxed. Glancing at the little palace man standing beside him, he stood up and left the study.
Fushun's face was full of smiles, "Well, little girl, your craftsmanship is good, you can pay." After he finished speaking, he walked away.
Xiaohua sighed, moved her shoulders and arms twice, and walked out of the study rubbing her sore arms. When she came out and saw Xiuyun still standing in the hall outside, she paused and said, "Eunuch Fu said it's worth it." Then, without waiting for Xiuyun, she took care of herself out of the hall.
Xiuyun stared straight at Xiaohua's disappearing figure, and didn't move for a while. It was not until Xiao Xiazi came over and asked her why she was not worth it, she hurriedly blessed herself and walked out of the hall.
On the second day, Fushun went to find Mammy He without delay.
This Mammy He is also one of the old friends. In the past, he served in the palace of the Five Emperors, and also followed him when he went out of Beijing. Later, seeing that she was old and loyal, she was placed in Jingtai Palace in charge of King Jing's meals. Not only did this old woman cook a good meal, but the medicinal meal was even better. Otherwise, Fushun wouldn't even think about coming to her.
Fushun is usually a very serious person. In fact, several old friends who have known him for many years know that he is an old man in private. So Mammy He listened to him saying the little thought in his heart, and didn't say anything else, just narrowed his eyes with a smile.
He heard that she was going to make up for Xiaohua's girl, thinking about the little girl who made her feel good, He Mo also felt that her figure was a little thin, so she agreed to make up for her.
She didn't know these little flowers in secret, she only knew that Father Fu suddenly opened a small stove for her.
The palace servants in Jingtai Palace usually come out of the dining hall, and this small kitchen usually serves only a few people's meals. It's mainly King Jing, and of course there is a Fushun on it. As for whether other people have dinner there, Xiaohua doesn't know.
This sudden gap made Xi'er Qiaolian and others in the same room even more jealous, and because of taboo Xiaohua won the eyes of Eunuch Fu, these people no longer dared to ridicule Xiaohua. Only Qiaolian still couldn't control her mouth and said a few words. Of course, the atmosphere in the palace room was even worse when she came back to rest on weekdays.
Xiaohua became more and more lazy to go back. Because she was eating in the small kitchen now, she gradually became familiar with the mama He inside. When she was not on errands, she stayed in the small kitchen and would not go back until she was going to bed at night.
Mammy He's medicated meals are very good, and Xiaohua doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with the food she eats on weekdays, but it is much richer than before. But Mammy He also told her that eating in a small kitchen would definitely be much better than a big pot meal, so Xiaohua didn't think so much.