She slept until noon the next day, and when Xiaohua woke up, Chuncao sat beside her.
"Sister Xiaohua, you are awake."
Xiao Hua felt her mouth dry, "What time is it now?" Her voice was hoarse.
Chuncao went and poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "It's time, don't worry if it's alright, Eunuch Fu has sent someone to send a message. Sister Xiaohua, you don't have to be an errand today, and you can go tomorrow."
Hearing this, Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief and slumped back on the bed.
Thinking of Eunuch Fu's 'consideration', she felt very uncomfortable.
Chuncao saw Xiaohua's expression was not very good, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaohua, don't sleep first, I'll go to the small kitchen to get my lunch back, eat it and then go to sleep."
After a while, Chuncao came back with lunch.
Lunch is very rich, there are three dishes, and a soup. Looking at the familiar small black sand jar, Xiaohua guessed that it must have been prepared for her by Mammy He.
Xiaohua got out of bed and sat down at the small round table in the room.
As Chuncao brought out the lunch, she said, "Mama He is so nice, she said that it was just the two of us, and we gave it together with our lunch. This pot of soup was stewed for you by Mama He. Explain that you must finish drinking."
Xiaohua smiled reluctantly, and ate silently with the bowls and chopsticks in her hands.
While eating, Chuncao said: "Sister Xiaohua, don't be unhappy. Although Chuncao is small, she knows a lot. If you leave the Jingtai Palace, no one will be envious of it. Serve your Highness well, and His Highness will give it to you in the future. A name."
It turned out that Chuncao thought that Xiaohua was unhappy because King Jing didn't give her the title, but Xiaohua didn't explain it, but she didn't want it. Only the wives and concubines of King Jing can live in the West Third Courtyard. Since King Jing said that he would arrange a place for her there, he was thinking of giving her a name.
Chuncao doesn't understand Xiaohua's thoughts, but Xiaohua's thoughts are clear.
In this huge mansion, the concubine who can go from a small palace servant to His Highness is considered to be flying on the branches. But Xiaohua was fed up with the life of fighting in the backyard with people in her previous life. She was afraid and resisted.
In fact, what's not to be happy about? The days are still going to be the same!
At least, at least after I have this layer, I will be more cautious, and my life should not be difficult. Even if she can't let go of the mansion, it is estimated that such a big mansion will not miss her food and drink.
Thinking of this, Xiao Hua felt much more comfortable.
Humans are meant to be good at self-comforting. There is no such thing as a constant and smooth life. When you can't refuse the harsh punishment of fate, you can only face it calmly, and then try to make yourself happy while facing it...
Somehow, something that the girl named Qing Wan once said to her suddenly sounded in Xiao Hua's mind.
In fact, she understands all these truths, and she has always told herself that, but she still gets to the point...
After thinking about it, Xiaohua took a big mouthful of eating.
The rice is very fragrant, the dishes are delicious, and the soup of He Ma's squatting is also very delicious.
No starvation, no beatings, no worries about food and clothing, nothing to worry about, what else can you be unhappy about. At least His Highness acquiesced to her staying in the Jingtai Hall. Is this a little shelter for her
Thinking about it this way makes me feel more comfortable.
After eating, Chuncao put away the dishes, and Xiaohua wanted to help her instead of letting her rest.
Xiaohua was indeed still sore, especially there, so she didn't try to be brave and went back to the bed to continue lying down.
After a while, Chuncao came back and brought a bottle of medicine to Xiaohua.
"This is given by Eunuch Fu, said to be rewarded by His Highness, for your bruises."
Probably thinking of where Xiaohua was hurt, Chuncao's little face turned red.
Xiaohua's face was also very red. After taking advantage of the spring grass to go out in the afternoon, she carefully rubbed some on her body. Not so painful anymore.
Wipe the medicine, Xiaohua covers the quilt and prepares to sleep well,
She decided to keep her spirits up and go to work tomorrow with the best mental outlook, just as if that incident had never happened.
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Fu Shun shrank his neck, pondering for a long time without knowing what the situation was.
It stands to reason that His Highness should have made a move, but he didn't say anything, as if nothing happened yesterday. If His Highness hadn't given him a bottle of ointment in the morning and asked him to send it to Xiaohua, he would have thought nothing happened yesterday.
It's not right to think about it this way. Today, the idiot Xiao Anzi told the news that he heard yesterday, saying that His Highness more than once, and later made it again in the bath.
For Fushun, this good news is really a nectar from heaven. Of course not on him, but an analogy. His Highness's indifferent attitude towards that matter, he is very clear, to be able to get it in the middle of the night is a rare show of glory. It can be seen that that little flower is very attractive to His Highness, but why does His Highness still look like nothing
If King Jing knew what Fushun was thinking at the moment, he would definitely spray his face with old blood.
The solitary king's human relations affairs are in charge of your dead eunuch. Not only do you send someone to listen to the corner, but also ask in detail, is there such a eunuch as you
It's a pity that King Jing didn't know it, and Fu Shun couldn't figure it out.
King Jing glanced at Fu Shun indifferently, but did not speak.
He knew what the old man Fushun was thinking, and he probably wondered why he didn't place that Xiao Gongren.
He Jingwang Luo Jing is not such a person who does not take responsibility, but that Xiaohua can't say that he will continue to be a palace servant in the future, what can he say. Anyway, let her be, she can be a Xiao Gongren if she wants, and he doesn't mind giving her a name if she wants it.
After all, he was quite satisfied last night...
Thinking like this, and thinking of the touch again, King Jing's eyes darkened a little.
The two feigning perpetrators just sat there and the other stood there with a pestle. The hall was always quiet and silent.
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In the evening, when King Jing was having dinner, Fu Shun found a chance and ran to Aunt Qi and told her about it.
After listening to it, Aunt Qi said to him with a smile, "You really like to worry about it. What are we slaves thinking about? Isn't His Highness the kind of sullen temperament."
Fushun's expression was weird, and he said to Aunt Qi, both resentful and distressed: "Isn't our family thinking about the reason for this."
"You don't listen to me when you say you're doing your best, don't you think it's good? Our Highness is a timid character, and he really gave people a name to put people in the East and West three courtyards. Let's not talk about what the princess is. In response, do you think Your Highness has the skills and the will to turn to the back? What's wrong with people being around, it just happens to be easy." It seems that this Aunt Qi is also a bystander.
This "just" made Fushun laugh lewdly, thinking that what Aunt Qi said was very reasonable.
"It's alright, it's alright." He stood up and walked out the door, "We're still busy at home, let's go."
Aunt Qi just smiled and didn't speak.
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Xiaohua started to work again.
Originally, she was still a little nervous, but it could be seen that Fushun and King Jing were both doing nothing, so she gradually relaxed and took the job seriously.
The rules of Jingtai Hall are very good, and she didn't let her hear any gossip. Everyone still treats her as before, and Xiaohua pretends that nothing happened.
Just looking at King Jing's always indifferent and silent appearance, I don't know why, and my heart is always a little stuffed.
This person really thought that nothing had happened, but thinking about his identity, he understood a little.
That's right, as His Royal Highness King Jing, it's not uncommon to be lucky to have a palace servant around him. Others should use it with caution.
That's fine, just pretend that nothing happened, maybe when she gets old, the people in the house will let her out.
After another two days, King Jing went out to inspect the fief, and Xiaohua completely relaxed.
Xiaohua saved a few taels of silver, and she used to take it out when she had nothing to do, and looked forward to her life after she left the house. After this incident happened, she was so upset that she didn't take it out again.
In the past few days, she has resumed her previous habit, and she turned it out and counted it carefully.
Chuncao was stunned when she saw Xiaohua was counting the money there.
"Sister Xiaohua, do you want to buy something?" Chuncao thought that Xiaohua wanted to buy something, and said: "Although there are rules in our house that people are not allowed to enter and leave casually, it is extremely convenient to buy things, and there are special The person in charge of this, just give them the money and tell them what you want to buy, but it will take a long time, because you have to collect enough money to go out to help you buy it at one time."
Xiaohua came back to her senses and said with a smile, "I don't have anything I want to buy. Everything is distributed in the house. Where can I still use what I bought myself."
"I see that you always count the silver, and I thought you wanted to buy something." Chuncao explained.
Xiaohua's face was a little embarrassed, "No, no, I'm just thinking about how much money I can use to get my age and how much I can save. I don't have any relatives outside. No livelihood will be lost.”
Chuncao was silent.
Chuncao was also an orphan with no relatives outside, and was sold to King Jing's mansion early.
Because he won't flatter the people of Omiya, the errands are all that kind of extremely bad. This time, she was able to transfer to Jingtai Hall. She knew that it was also thanks to Xiaohua, and life here was also very good, and no one bullied her or anything. She had the best life since she can remember.
The rule in King Jing's mansion is that the palace servants can only be released when they reach twenty-five, but when a woman reaches twenty-five, she is past the age suitable for marriage. At that time, it is difficult to say whether to marry or not, and it is even more miserable for those who have no relatives outside.
It's just that slaves can raise any objections, especially people like them are sold in. Although the age is a little longer, there is no need for self-redemption. When the time comes, the mansion can help to settle down and settle down. This is a big happy event for any servant who is a slave.
It's a good thing to be able to do this.
Every palace maid in this mansion who has an abnormal life experience will be at a loss when they think of their own future, and so is Chuncao. It's just that she has more than ten years to release, so she hadn't thought that far.
And Xiaohua's recent situation, she is also watching. After serving His Highness with a clean body, His Highness said nothing and did not invite her to serve.
In Chuncao's understanding, sister Xiaohua fell out of favor before she was favored, her innocent body was also blind, and she couldn't fly to the branches, and she was still a little palace person.
But what can they say as slaves, but Chuncao inevitably feels sympathy.
At this time, seeing Xiaohua planning her future life, she felt even more sad.
"Sister Xiaohua, you have been wronged." After speaking, Chuncao's eyes turned red.
Xiaohua was a little stunned, and then she thought of why Chuncao behaved like this. I was a little moved, and a little funny, "Silly girl, what grievances are you talking about? Isn't that what we are like when we are slaves and servants? If we can live, we will not be hungry or beaten, and we will have a smooth life."
Xiaohua lowered her head halfway and rubbed the silver in her hand with her fingers.
"But, but how will you marry in the future?"
Speaking of this, Xiaohua felt a little uncomfortable.
She could only laugh and say, "You're stupid again. When you're twenty-five, how can you get married? Zuo is just a problem, and it's nothing. I don't think about anything now, I just want to be a good job and save money. Silver, after I leave the government, I will make a living."
Chuncao thought about it and thought so, so she interrupted with a smile: "I used to take one flower and two, and I will learn from Sister Xiaohua and save more money. After I leave the house, I won't starve to death. street."
Xiaohua also knew about Chuncao's life experience, and knew that she had no relatives outside. Thinking that this little girl is not bad, I told Chuncao about my plans after leaving the house, such as buying a small yard, pretending to be a widow to do a small business, or buying a few acres of land to rent out.
Although the Daxi Dynasty was strict, it was extremely tolerant towards widows and encouraged remarriage, and widows would not attract attention when they went out.
Xiaohua thought too much, and even thought about her future identity. Chuncao heard Xiaohua say this and felt that she had a very good plan, and maybe she could do the same in the future.
So the two of them sat in the room and discussed carefully, talking like this, it seems that the future is also full of light.
After chatting for a while, both of them felt much better.
That's right, when they are slaves, they just want to comfort themselves and go there with themselves every day, so they don't have to live.