King Jing was the only one left in the huge hall.
He sat there, his face dark and inexplicable.
Xiao Shi has not changed in two lifetimes, and he is still so stupid, ignorant, and vulgar!
In fact, the backyard of King Jing's mansion in the last life was not so quiet in this life. Although King Jing was indifferent to women because of the issue of children, he would inevitably spend the night with his wives and concubines.
Three women in one play, four women will inevitably have a lot of disputes. Different from this life, King Jing was lucky to have Yu Jiao and Yu Rong in the last life.
In the previous life, the internal affairs of King Jing's mansion were in the hands of Princess Jing. Princess Jing flattered and asked for forgiveness. King Jing thought that it was always just his wife, so he reunited with her. Princess Jing is always dignified, generous, and amiable on the surface, and she only manages internal affairs with clear rewards and punishments.
Everything seems so peaceful and smooth...
Except for King Jing, who had few children, he lost two sons, one was from Princess Jing and the other was from Concubine Qiao Fang. There was only one son and two daughters left, and Yu Jiao Yurong once had a child. gave birth, and has remained silent since then.
At that time, King Jing's mind was simple, and he was tired of dealing with the changes in Beijing. He was a man, so how could he manage some internal affairs or something. Wealthy people have always had a practice, the backyard is in charge of the mistress, and King Jing has no plans to make an exception.
After the incident, he only comforted a few people, but never asked why things were like this.
The days went on until he finally died.
Emperor Jin rewarded him with poisoned wine, but Fushun was dragged down by someone in front of him.
He knew that Fushun was going to die, and the old people who followed him would not end well. He sat in the empty Jingtai Hall with a glass of dove wine in front of him...
Mr. Xiao came over to give him the last ride and said something.
"... You have lived a life of confusion, confusion, nothing to do, and you don't want to make progress, you are just a useless... You want peace and peace, but is there peace in this world? You don't fight or fight, the result is Now this is…”
Xiao's face was terrifyingly distorted. This woman who was originally his wife was strangely unfamiliar at this time.
Luo Jing always thought that he would hate this kind of disgust and contempt. In the past, when he encountered this, he didn't show anything on his face. In fact, he always felt uncomfortable in his heart. But in recent years, eating fast and reciting Buddha made his heart feel like water. He looked at the woman with a twisted face in front of him, and his heart was absurd.
"… Mr. Joe killed my son, I turned around and killed Mr. Joe's son, those two idiots didn't have a child... You think the peaceful backyard is nothing but a mirror, just an illusion created by others ... How can we not fight? If we don't fight, we'll be mercenaries. This is a life-and-death battle..."
Luo Jing felt that his heart hurt so much, he felt that he should be in a trance, he should be hit hard, he should be... But at this time he was calm and scary, obviously distressed like a knife, but his face was covered with mud It seems that there is no way to show a sad expression...
"... Your throne will be our Heng'er's from now on... Your Majesty said, if you die, everything you own will belong to our mother and son... Stop struggling, it's useless to struggle... "
"...you're just a mute, and a mute is a waste of food..."
Luo Jing just watched silently, watching her go crazy.
"...you drink it yourself, don't force me to do it, your majesty said, if you don't want to drink, let me do it yourself..."
Luo Jing's white jade-like but emaciated hand pinched the wine glass, held it up, and drank the wine in the glass. Just like he usually drinks occasionally, his posture is normal, his expression is normal, his eyes are indifferent, but he is looking straight at her.
Princess Jing's face with heavy makeup was suddenly soaked in tears, like crying and laughing. She hunched her waist and covered her face with her hands, but she couldn't stop the tears that were pouring down.
"Luo Jing, don't blame me, I can't do anything about it, people are selfish, I'm just for Heng'er... If you don't die, my son will die... I'm just such a son, I can't let him die... "
Luo Jing felt something coming out of the corner of his mouth, he opened his mouth...
I want to say, you are stupid...
But can't say anything...
…
Just a few months after we came back together, King Jing was chaotic.
The world he knew was completely destroyed by the Xiao family and the Jin Emperor by this ruthless world. He couldn't think of why human nature was so unbearable. He struggled, he was confused, he was stuck, he was puzzled, and he couldn't find the answer...
Until he felt the pain and decided to throw everything away.
His thoughts, his cognition, since there is no way to agree with this absurd world and some people's strange thoughts, then he no longer thinks about it, just does it.
Does what other people think really matter? Do people's thoughts really matter? If it was important, why did he still die at the hands of Emperor Jin after he worked so hard to survive in his last life
It's broken, but it's strength! If he was a little bit aggressive in his last life, if he didn't live so confused in his last life, if he wasn't dumb... how could he have fallen to a point where he has no power to fight back, and retreats again and again until there is no way to retreat and lose his dignity Woolen cloth? !
What is strength
King Jing began to think deeply.
…
For Princess Jing, King Jing's mood is complicated.
There is hatred, but there is no hatred, I want revenge, but I remember her tearful face before her death in a previous life, I want to throw her away, but there is a reason why I can't move...
In the end he chose to ignore it.
Never cared, just ignore it.
As for the others, he thought, since there is a dispute in the back court, then he won't go. Anyway, he has no plans to have any heirs in this life, so just leave it alone.
…
That Xiao Gongren was an accident, something he didn't expect.
Circumstances and circumstances can change a person’s mind…
He thought that the Xiao family was in peace, and he wondered why a princess Jing who was completely shamed would do anything, so he went to his own will a few times, but ignored the Xiao family, although she was stupid, she never Brutal means...
King Jing's ear suddenly sounded what Hu Liangyi said just now, "... If you treat with all your heart, it will take half a year."
Feeling a little irritable for no reason, he rubbed his brows and stopped thinking about it.
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When Lilac came back and reported that Rongxiyuan and Hanxiangyuan were also involved in secret tricks, Xiaohua's heart was completely relieved.
At that moment, she suddenly knew that she had been hit by a secret trick, and she was still a little confused, and then she thought about it seriously. In fact, this seems to be not bad? !
Sure enough, the series of events that followed did not surprise her, except for Fushun's methods, which surprised her a little.
She didn't know how King Jing's reaction was, but Fushun's methods were ruthless, that is, he stabbed countless soft knives in Princess Jing's heart, and he played very beautifully by killing chickens and warning monkeys.
After all, this monkey is not only the imprisoned Princess Jing, not only the palace servants of Changchun Courtyard, but also other people in the backyard, including the master and the servants.
Yu Jiao Yu Rong is all over now, and she shouldn't come out to dance in the future, and even if she does, she won't be looking for her. Concubine Qiao Fang was originally a cautious person, and now she has to take care of her body like her, so she has no time to pay attention to her. And Princess Jing...
All the people who needed to be used around him were killed, and he was grounded. King Jing only said that it was a foot ban, but he didn't say the time limit, that is, the ban must be lifted by His Highness.
King Jing's temperament Xiaohua knows that he has never been taciturn, and there is no competent person to mention it by King Jing's side. When King Jing thinks of Princess Jing, only God knows.
The situation is very good, except that she can't get pregnant for the time being.
However, it has been a fortune among misfortunes, and it has exceeded Xiaohua's expectations by too much. Putting everything together and thinking about it, Xiaohua actually found that this was the most beneficial to her.
Just take care of it, there are two unlucky bastards there, it doesn't seem to be too bad.
After relaxing, Xiao Hua, who had been lying on the bed for an afternoon, woke up.
Ding Lan and Chuncao, who were serving on the side, kept their hands and feet lightly for a whole day. At this time, when Xiaohua got up and looked as usual, they were relieved.
"Madam, you haven't eaten for a day. The servants in the pantry went to explain it and kept it for you." Lilac said softly.
"You've been busy all day, take a good rest, and let Ding Lan go to pick up the meal."
"Yes."
King Jing had dinner and went to the study to read.
Fushun just thought it was business as usual, but he didn't see that the scroll in King Jing's hand had not been turned.
After sitting for a while, King Jing suddenly stood up and walked out.
Fushun didn't say a word, only followed behind, and when he turned to the west courtyard, he knew that he was going to Mrs. Hua's place.
When King Jing arrived, Xiao Hua was having a meal.
Lying on the bed for an afternoon, I didn't clean up after I got up, and my appearance was disheveled.
Seeing the meal on the table, King Jing left a sentence 'you can use' and went to the west side, and Xiaohua had to continue to sit down and eat.
After eating, taking a shower, Xiaohua also came to the west room.
King Jing was half leaning on the heated kang at this time, his thin body in purple uniform was nestled on the Qingluo pillow embroidered with peony embroidered with pink silver thread, and with that indifferent face reading a book with lowered eyes, it was quite impressive. A bit of dissonance.
How did this man come? !
Seeing Xiaohua walk in, King Jing glanced at her half-lifted, and then hung down on the scroll in his hand.
Xiaohua's mood is a little complicated, but some inexplicable little emotions are stirring in her heart.
The fact is that because Princess Jing made too much trouble, King Jing dealt with her, and Xiao Hua told herself the same. But this first dealt with the princess, and came to her later, without saying a word or speaking, which made Xiaohua feel a little weird.
She leaned in and sat down, but did not speak a few times.
That's all, this person has always been indifferent, maybe they just did something for granted, would she seem too self-indulgent when she opened her mouth to express her gratitude.
But even so, Xiaohua's mood is very different from before.
King Jing is a very quiet person, and Xiaohua has been with him for some time, and she knows how to comfort herself. Seeing him leaning against a book in a leisurely manner, she sat beside his lap and practiced needlework with her head lowered.
She has made some progress in needlework now, and can also embroider flowers and grasses, but the embroidery art is not good enough, it can only be in the future.
Time passed silently, and it was always quiet in the west room, but the atmosphere inside was very harmonious.
After an unknown amount of time, King Jing put down the book in his hand and sat up straight.
Seeing the movement, Xiaohua put the needle and thread in her hand into the needle and thread basket.
"Placement."
Went to the bedroom, the two of them washed up and lay on the bed. Xiaohua thought King Jing would do something, but who knew he did nothing.
She slept inside, and secretly glanced at him, who was lying on his back, from her side. From her angle, she could see his beautiful nose and profile.
He stared blankly and seemed to be asleep, but Xiaohua was not at all sleepy at this time.
In the past, King Jing gave Xiao Hua the feeling of being unattainable. His indifferent expression and taciturn temperament made people feel like he was like a lofty god. Although Xiaohua sometimes felt very intimate in bed, but when she got out of bed, she couldn't see through his thoughts.
As for the series of events that happened today, You Qi Wang came to her again after the incident. Although he didn't say anything, Xiao Hua always had some guesses in her heart.
King Jing seemed to sense that Xiao Hua was looking at him, and suddenly turned inward and touched her hair, but there was no other movement.
Touching the hair is a very intimate action, which means closeness.
The last time King Jing touched the hair on her chest, it made her feel a little weird, but she didn't expect to be touched again this time.
It's not that King Jing never touched her hair before, but that was just a gesture of his after the two finished. But these two times made Xiao Hua feel a little more intimacy in her heart.
For this strange husband, Xiaohua has always been keeping his own way, and occasionally conducts some tests. After all, no one wants to understand the temperament of the person who is serving, especially the person next to the pillow. If you can't understand it, it means you don't understand , if you don't understand it, you may make mistakes.
At this time, Xiaohua's mind moved and tried again.
That is to move himself slowly, and then look very natural, but in fact he buried his face in King Jing's arms with a ruthless anger. She had even thought about how she would react if King Jing was unwilling.
She felt the opponent's limbs stiffen for a moment, then relaxed. Seeing that King Jing didn't move, Xiao Hua was relieved.
After a while, a hand quietly and silently placed behind her spine and caressed her back. over and over again...
This kind of action has a strong consolation, Xiaohua was puzzled at first, and then a little realized, and then a sense of grievance occurred in her heart.
Her eyes were sore, and by the time she realized it, tears had already soaked the thin shirt on King Jing's chest.
How can you not be embarrassed? It's just buried deep, helpless and helpless, who can I tell my grievances, and it's just pretending that I have nothing.
King Jing froze, his fingers shrank back, and he continued to caress his back, feeling the heat on his chest, which made his heart tremble.
Xiaohua reacted, seeing King Jing's reaction as usual, thinking that he hadn't noticed, so she covered up and rubbed her face on King Jing's chest and stopped moving.
This is not the first time Xiaohua has slept with King Jing under a quilt, but this time it is different from the past. What is the difference, she can't tell for the time being.
She closed her eyes slowly, speechless all night.