For a long time.
The movement behind the curtains subsided.
Xiaohua's face was buried in the soft pillow, and she didn't have the strength to move.
King Jing lay on his back, happy both physically and mentally, and there was still a little bit of unobservable pride in his heart that belonged to a man.
After calming down for a while, he thought about what the book said, turned to his side and stroked her bare snow-like back, "Are you happy?"
Xiaohua was a little incapable of accepting for a while.
In her memory, King Jing asked her twice if she was happy, the first time on New Year's Eve, and then this time today. Thinking about the meaning of the 'happiness' he asked this time, Xiaohua simply didn't know what to say.
But if she didn't answer, she was afraid of annoyed the master. He finally came, and seemed to try to make her feel more comfortable. Even if Xiaohua's eyes are white, she understands the real meaning behind King Jing's actions.
Thinking of those, she felt sweet in her heart, resisted her shyness, turned herself over, hid in King Jing's arms, and nodded.
King Jing was a little proud and a little proud. Anyway, it was very complicated. Looking down at the little man lying in his arms, he will fit, and there is some tenderness in his heart that he didn't even notice.
Lifting the shy little flower's face up, seeing her butterfly feather-like eyelashes covering her eyes, she didn't dare to look at him, Xia Fei's cheeks.
He was filled with joy and kissed again.
…
Lilac, who had been guarding outside, heard the movement inside, her face flushed but her face was filled with joy.
Ding Lan sat next to her with the same expression.
In the darkness, neither of them spoke, but their eyes shone brightly.
In the past few days, they have been coaxing the lady to do needlework to divert their attention. In fact, they are also very anxious, for fear that the lady will fall out of favor. Judging from today's situation, Madam is out of favor, obviously they think too much.
So good, so good!
…
The next day, when King Jing got up, Xiaohua also woke up.
I wanted to serve him to change clothes and freshen up, but he said 'you sleep'. Xiaohua didn't obey, she still got up in her clothes, and served him to clean her face, clean her teeth, and change her clothes and crown.
Although King Jing felt that it was enough for the servants to do these things, he did not exclude her from doing so. Seeing her low face, he took care of his clothes seriously and was happy.
"Your Highness, do you want to have breakfast here before leaving?"
Xiaohua finally straightened the jasper belt for King Jing, and her little finger hooked on the belt and was a little reluctant to let go.
King Jing stroked her hair, thinking that if he had breakfast here, she would definitely serve her, and she hadn't slept much last night, so she didn't seem very energetic, so she refused.
"The lonely king goes to the martial arts field."
Well, Xiaohua didn't speak anymore.
King Jing was thinking that if she said another word, he could have breakfast here.
But seeing that she didn't speak any more, she could only say something dull, "It's going to be late."
Xiaohua nodded and sent King Jing to the door, suddenly thinking of something, turned around and ran into the inner room quickly.
"Madam, what are you looking for, the servants are here." Lilac said hurriedly when she saw Madam rushing inside.
"Nothing, I found it."
Xiaohua turned around and saw that King Jing was still standing there, she couldn't help but smile. Walking forward, he secretly stuffed something into his hand under his sleeve, his expression full of shyness.
"Your Highness." Seeing King Jing still standing still, dawdling at what she had stuffed in his hand, and a large group of palace eunuchs standing beside him, he didn't seem embarrassed to look at it. "His Royal Highness, hurry up, or it will be too late." Xiaohua blinked playfully.
King Jing raised his hand and touched the ends of her hair, and walked out.
Xiaohua stood there for a while, before returning to the bedroom to resume her sleep.
King Jing walked all the way to the martial arts field.
There seemed to be no expression on his face, and his eyes were calm, but he always remembered what was in his hand. It could have been tucked into the cuff, but he kept walking with it in his hand. Fortunately, the sleeves are large, and nothing can be seen from the outside.
Fu Shun glanced at King Jing's face, and then secretly glanced at the hand, but couldn't see what it was.
He thought to himself, this Madam Hua is too good at wooing people, and such a pure-hearted master was actually wooed by her like this. In the past, Fushun was happy to be there, but at this time, he was worried. Now the few women in the backyard can't have children, and it's no use to win over.
"Breakfast is served at the martial arts field."
Fushun nodded and called a little eunuch beside him to go back and spread the word.
When he arrived at the martial arts field, King Jing saw that Yan Manzi was waiting there long ago.
Seeing him for the first time was very pleasing to the eye, King Jing said, "Have a meal together."
King Jing has a slight obsession with cleanliness, but it is not obvious on the surface, but he usually uses a table-sharing system to eat with others, and he rarely eats at the same table with others.
"His Royal Highness, this subordinate has already used it." Yan Manzi, who was always "me, me, me", was so shocked that he didn't even say anything, and looked at King Jing like a monster.
King Jing nodded and said nothing.
During breakfast, King Jing took out what was in his hand and looked at it.
It was a purse, in the shape of a wish, with an azurite bottom and emerald green bamboo embroidered on it. The pattern was very simple, but King Jing was surprisingly pleasing to the eye. The face still looked like a clay sculpture, but the fingers involuntarily rubbed and rubbed on it.
As he was watching, a voice sounded beside him.
"The little lady gave it?" It was Yan Manzi, winking with a strange expression on his face.
King Jing glanced at him and said nothing.
Yan Manzi sat down on the chair next to him and touched his chin with his big hand, "Hey, I'm right, how about it? This woman, as long as you make her comfortable, I can't wait to give it to you."
Seeing such a wretched and gossip Yan Manzi, King Jing had a headache.
"Everyone has given you a purse, so don't forget to give someone something back." Yan Manzi used his previous tricks to coax King Jing to teach King Jing.
After hearing this, King Jing didn't speak. Seeing that Yan Manzi was still chattering, he suddenly said, "Fu Shun is coming soon."
Fushun was taken back to Jingtai Hall by King Jingzhi to fetch things, because King Jing saw Yan Manzi walking around all the time and seemed to have something to say.
Yan Manzi's teaching experience and King Jing came without the knowledge of Fushun. He didn't want to be chased and scolded by the old eunuch. not good.
Hearing this, Yan Manzi didn't doubt that King Jing would lie to him, he laughed twice and slipped away.
After finishing the meal and practicing for an hour in the morning, King Jing bathed in the martial arts field and changed his clothes. When he got dressed again, he calmly tied the purse to his belt.
******
When King Jing was handling official business in the front yard, Fushun could relax.
He took a moment and ran to the Internal Affairs Office to find Aunt Qi.
The internal affairs of King Jing's mansion are said to be managed by Fushun and Aunt Qi. In fact, Aunt Qi is responsible for most of the affairs. Every morning is also her busiest time.
Early in the morning, the Internal Affairs Office was full of eunuchs and consuls who came to report matters.
"Let's talk to you about something."
As soon as Fushun walked in, he forced Aunt Qi away. Aunt Qi had to tell the stewards who were waiting on the side, let them go first, and come back to report later.
The two walked out of the lobby and went to the study that Aunt Qi used to do every day.
"What makes you so hurried?" After sitting down, Aunt Qi said with a frown.
Fushun smiled and touched his nose, "It's nothing, I just want to discuss something with you."
Aunt Qi glanced at him angrily, and called a palace servant to serve tea.
"Sit down and talk."
Fushun sat down, took a sip of the tea cup, brewed in his heart for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth.
"I've been thinking about it for a few days, and I think we should arrange for people to enter the mansion."
Aunt Qi and Fushun are too familiar with this word. Others can't understand the meaning of this stupid sentence, but she knows what Fushun means when she hears it.
"You mean, another batch of small palace people will enter the mansion?"
Fu Shun nodded.
Aunt Qi didn't speak, but looked disapproving.
"Look, there are five people in the backyard. The princess will not mention it. The other two are completely useless. The other two will not be good for a while, and it will take at least a year to restore their body."
Fushun was speaking according to Hu Liangyi's words to Concubine Qiao Fang. He didn't know that it was just superficial, and that there was treatment and a heartless talk.
Aunt Qi frowned and said nothing.
Fushun continued to explain: "For more than a year, let's not talk about it, a prince of our highness, there are only two women in the backyard, how will we spread branches and leaves in the future."
"Don't you think your heart is a little bit too much?"
In fact, Aunt Qi has always disapproved of Fushun's move to intervene with King Jing. She used to be anxious and let it go. What happened to Mrs. Hua this time, Princess Jing was grounded, and the others were all drugged. She sometimes wondered if it was because they interfered too much to cause such a situation. But thinking that Yu Jiao and Yu Rong had already been plotted against each other long ago, this kind of thinking also faded.
It's not that she is so kind and takes responsibility for what others do on her own. She always felt that it was better for a slave not to interfere with the master's affairs too much.
A slave has the duty of a slave, and it is good to be concerned about it properly, otherwise it will offend the master.
There, Fu Shun continued: "You think, now His Highness has changed his temper and is willing to go to the backyard. This shows that our thinking is correct, but His Highness is too withdrawn, so there is no problem there. That being the case, why not pursue the victory and make the situation better?"
After a pause, he said again: "Don't you think Mrs. Hua is a good example? As long as the operation is done properly, why can't there be a second and third Mrs. Hua?!"
Aunt Qi admitted that what Fushun said was very reasonable, but she always felt that it was not the case.
"Aren't you afraid of offending that side?"
This is inevitable, as long as Fushun enters people again, he will surely offend Madam Hua, who is rightly favored over there. Others couldn't see it, but they knew how much Madam Hua had changed His Highness. After serving His Highness for so many years, this was the first time they had seen him so obviously spoiling a person.
This is an unavoidable hostility, just like when Fushun entered the Jingtai Palace, Princess Jing wanted to swallow him alive.
When Fu Shun heard this, his face stiffened, but he turned a deaf ear.
"You think, since Your Highness likes Madam Hua. We have a goal, and we don't have to be as blind as before. Your Highness likes looseness, so we will find a few with some craftsmanship, and if Your Highness likes peace, we will find a few. An honest person. It can be flattering and pleasing to everyone…”
Aunt Qi looked helpless and sighed: "Just be stubborn, and you won't change your temper for decades. I've said it many times, the master's affairs should be less involved, whether your Highness is willing or not, why don't you want to come down! Fushun finally stopped talking to himself, and answered directly: "Which master is like our master, whose temper is so weird. I don't want to worry about it, but if you want a dignified His Royal Highness King Jing, the yard is just like that. Of the five women, three of them are useless, so how can they spread their branches and leaves in the future? Now that it's hard to take advantage of His Highness's interest, let's arrange a few more to come in, so there's more hope. "
The issue of King Jing's sons has always been a thorn in Fushun's heart. Usually, a person from the Qing Dynasty has changed a lot when he encounters this matter.
Aunt Qi wiped her face helplessly, "Then how do you arrange it?"
When Fushun heard this, he knew that Aunt Qi agreed. He smiled and said, "This time we have to pay more attention, but you don't need to worry about this, I will arrange it."
"It's okay if you think it's okay. When the time comes, you can arrange it, and then tell me how to deal with it. I'm still busy over there, so I won't send you."
"Okay, I'm going to your Highness too."