The heavy curtains circled the couch into an independent space. In this atmosphere, Xiaohua felt panicked for no reason.
The patronage was apprehensive, and the movements of his subordinates stopped.
A low and slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded, "Don't stop."
Only then did Xiaohua know that King Jing, who had been staring, was not asleep. She could only continue to move with her hands. Because of her confusion, her hands were not so serious, and she only slid and squeezed on the surface.
There is an indescribable smell in the breath, not incense, but Xiaohua can smell an indescribable strong smell. The men have strong backs, and the clothes are very thin, as if there is nothing.
bang bang bang bang bang...
Whose heartbeat is this? is it hers? Or King King's
At this point, the brain was completely mush.
Suddenly, the world turned upside down, and when Xiaohua was overwhelmed, the person was already pressed down.
Above are those long, narrow and indifferent eyes that come in both directions, and one who accidentally looks in is like falling into a vortex. When Xiaohua came back to her senses again, there was a pair of hands unbuttoning her clothes.
What to do? What to do? What to do
Even though she already understood what Eunuch Fu meant, but after coming here for a long time, King Jing has always been indifferent to women's temperament, and Xiaohua has long forgotten the meaning.
This sudden scene made her panic.
Push and refuse, push and refuse is definitely not dare, she can't imagine the end...
She was even afraid of Fushun, not to mention Fushun's master, His Royal Highness King Jing.
The hand unraveling the clothes continued.
She should have gone up and grabbed his hand so that he wouldn't let it go. But he was trembling all over, not daring to resist.
Xiaohua thought about a lot in an instant. She thought of the meaning of Fushun's various actions, of Xiuyun who was stabbed to death, and of...
That's all, she was originally a slave, and she never escaped this encounter... A slave has no so-called innocence, why bother to care about this body...
There was a sudden pain under her body, followed by a violent push, which made her unable to breathe. The pain seemed to be split, and I was afraid that someone outside would not dare to scream, so I could only bite my lip...
At this moment, Xiaohua even remembered that she had thought that King Jing was not a man at first, but she thought it was ridiculous for no reason...
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The two sneaky figures slowly retreated to the door of the back bedroom.
A voice sounded like a mosquito, "Master, is this done?"
Fushun's heart was almost bursting with joy, but he didn't know how to vent his joy, so he could only rub his fingers vigorously, and pretended to be high-level on the surface.
"Stinky brat talks a lot." As soon as he said these words, Fu Shun laughed while pressing his throat. In combination with the dark night outside, it really felt weird.
"You stay here, Master, I'm going to rest, and I will report to our family tomorrow after listening to the news inside." After speaking, Fu Shun had a mysterious smile on his face, patted An Cheng's shoulder, and he gone.
An Cheng stood outside the door with a sullen face.
This master is really not human, he ran away and let him stand here and listen to the corner. At that time, he will definitely have to ask him some trivial things, but when he is young, the master has spoken, so let's just stand honestly.
An Cheng thought bitterly in his heart, but his ears were still listening to the movement inside. Complaining is complaining, and he has not forgotten what the master explained.
…
After tossing for how long, Xiaohua can't tell the difference.
In addition to the pain, she could only feel the pain. She felt that her endurance was already super strong, and in the end she couldn't bear it any longer and could only cry softly and unconsciously begged the person to stop...
It's a pity that King Jing was drunk, and his sanity was not very clear, which made this little palace man feel relaxed, and the feeling of numbness running up his tailbone made him no longer able to endure it like before, and he added alcohol. The excitement made him even more wanton.
He actually knew what he was doing in his heart, but he didn't want to endure it, and there was no need to endure it.
In the past, he was too lazy to go to the East Third Hospital because he was very indifferent to that, but when it came time to not bear it, fortunately a palace servant was nothing to him... Especially this little palace servant named Xiaohua, tasted very good, The tender skin and tentacles all over his body are slippery, making him feel like eating into the marrow...
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Xiaohua moved cautiously and looked at King Jing beside her.
Seeing that he was already asleep, he took his clothes and got down to the bed carefully. It was a pity that his legs were weak and his whole body was sore, and he suddenly fell on the soft blanket on the ground.
This fall made her sad, she couldn't help crying while holding her clothes.
She had tried her best to control her movements, but she still ignored the alert of the man on the couch.
In fact, King Jing woke up as early as when Xiaohua was staying. At this time, he saw that Xiao Gongren fell on the ground, his face buried in his arms, and sobbed silently on his clothes, but his delicate body was untouched.
Thin arms and legs, the curve of the back has a tender and delicate beauty, although the upper body is covered with a large mass of clothes in his hands, but the small size can still be seen from the gap... and the one above. Tender flowers, stamens…
King Jing was lying on the couch with his eyes half-squinted. The effect of alcohol made his posture look a little more presumptuous. He rubbed his fingers, and it seemed that he could still feel the smooth touch on it. He couldn't help but put it on the tip of his nose and sniff it. Smell, there is an inexplicable feeling in my heart that is just around the corner.
Xiaohua sat on the ground in confusion and cried, raised her head and prepared to put on her clothes and leave quickly, who knew that she was facing King Shangjing's dark and indifferent eyes and his always calm face.
At this time, she was crying in a mess, her nose and eyes were red, her eyes were wet, and she looked pitiful. Fourteen is still young, not even close to the hairpin, with a slender body, and there is a hint of coquettishness in the greenness, which makes people unable to help but want to bully and bully under the body again.
The surroundings were so quiet that Xiaohua didn't know what to say. When she remembered wearing clothes, she realized that she was naked, slippery, and slippery. She could only sit there holding her clothes, blushing.
King Jing's voice broke the silence, "Why are you crying?"
Xiaohua looked at the man in disbelief, King Jing's face was always calm and unwavering, and his eyes didn't even waver.
He actually asked her why she was crying. She somehow lost her innocence. She couldn't cry yet
But after thinking about it, isn't the master sleeping girl sleeping, and thinking about King Jing's identity, she became silent.
"I-I hurt." She could only say.
His eyes caught sight of the blue and purple on the Xiao Gongren's arm, was he pinching it
"Prepare water."
King Jing's voice was not loud, but soon a voice sounded outside the curtain.
"Yes."
Xiaohua was very afraid that people would come in and see her embarrassed appearance, so she wanted to put on her clothes and then shook Suosuo's hands. She felt so pitiful at the moment, there was no one more tragic than herself.
Footsteps were heard outside the curtain, and after a while, a voice sounded: "Your Highness, the water is ready, do you need servants to serve?"
"Go down."
Hearing the sound of footsteps away, Xiaohua quickly put the clothes on her body, but unfortunately the upper body was too short to cover the bottom, and she wondered how she could put it on without showing her flesh. The whole person curled up like a meat ball on the ground. King Jing had a very absurd feeling when he saw it. He couldn't understand what this little palace man was doing.
King Jing put on his trousers and got off the bed, "Follow up."
Xiaohua looked astonished, this person is not human, her whole body hurts, he still wants her to serve him and take a bath
Thinking about it this way, he stood up in a hopeless manner, tied his skirt around his body casually, and followed behind with his legs shaking.
After entering the bathroom, Xiaohua realized that the layout here is very luxurious. It is not like there is a bathtub in it like she has seen before, but a pond made of white marble. Spit out hot water, smoke lingering in the room.
Seeing that King Jing entered the pool and sat leaning on it, Xiao Hua stood there dumbfounded with her other clothes in her hands.
King Jing glanced at her expressionlessly, "Cleanse your body."
Xiaohua glanced at herself, and then at her dress, she could only put the clothes in her hand aside and entered the pool, still wearing the shorts above and a skirt casually tied around her waist.
The temperature of the hot water was just right, but Xiaohua didn't dare to indulge in the enjoyment, and slowly went to King Jing.
She had never served a man to take a bath, and the only experience she had was serving the Fourth Young Master in her previous life, so she tried her best to recall in her brain and slowly moved her hands.
King Jing's big thorn leaned against the pond and looked at the busy little palace people beside him.
What is her name? florets.
This is what Fushun said last time.
The hot water in the pool smudged her face into white and pink. Although the clothes on her upper body were tightly bound by her, the fabric became transparent when it entered the water, and the looming sight was even more seductive.
Looking at the slender waist and limbs underwater, and the looming scenery, King Jing began to feel hot for no reason.
He was a little irritable in his heart, and felt that he would never be like this, and he was never a person who paid attention to this. But when he thought of how this little palace man was crying and begging under him just now, he actually reacted again.
King Jing is a simple person. Although he is a little more awake now, the alcohol still stimulates his brain and makes him behave rather recklessly, so he listened to his heart and grabbed her with a big hand. Even if she begged him to forgive her with red eyes, she did it again.
At the end of the matter, it may be that King Jing felt relieved, so he rarely opened his mouth and said a lot of words.
"The Lone King asked Fushun to arrange a yard for you at the back." The East and West Third Courtyard is behind the Jingtai Hall, which is where it refers.
It was the first time Xiaohua heard King Jing say so much, but this was what he said.
"No, no need," she shook her head reflexively and whispered, "It's fine for a slave to be a servant here."
Xiaohua has a very poor perception of the word backyard. When she mentions the place where there are many wives and concubines, she thinks of her previous life.
The expression on King Jing's face did not change, he stood up and walked out of the pool.
Xiaohua's own words in the past angered him, she shrank her neck and didn't dare to look up, and she was very confused.
After an unknown time, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Sister Xiaohua."
Xiaohua raised her head and saw Chuncao standing by the pool, she quickly wiped the tears from her face, "Chuncao, why are you here?"
"Eunuch An asked me to serve you and take a bath." After speaking, Chuncao squatted down and slowly wiped her body for Xiaohua. As if he didn't see any traces on Xiao Hua's body, there was nothing strange on his face.
This made Xiaohua feel much more comfortable, although she also knew that this was a cover-up.
After some washing, Chuncao brought Xiaohua's clothes with her, and carefully helped Xiaohua with soft legs and feet to put it on, and then helped her out of the Jingtai Hall.
On the way back to the palace room, Xiao Hua felt uncomfortable in her heart, and wanted to cry but endured it.
Back in the house, lying on the bed, it was already deep at night.
The light was blown, and the room was pitch black.
Xiaohua wanted to cry a lot, but she was afraid that Chuncao would hear her and think she was hypocritical.
She knows that many palace people have this idea, but she is really not among them.
I was thinking of letting it go until twenty-five, but it was a bit difficult to see at this time, and I didn't know if the palace servants who had served King Jing had no title, could they be released when they were old.
As for King Jing's suggestion of arranging a place for her to live in the East and West Third Hospital, she refused and had no regrets. She knew that she didn't have enough heart, and she didn't win the battle against those women in the Jinyang Hou Mansion. She went to the backyard of the Wang Mansion. There's no slag left.
And the most important thing is that she is really tired of that kind of life, that kind of life when she opens her eyes and fights with others...
I didn't sleep a night, my head was full of miscellaneous thoughts, and it was not until the sky was numb outside that Xiao Hua fell asleep.