Aunt Qi walked to the Internal Affairs Office, her mind was confused along the way.
Some want to scold people, but the victim is not in front of them, and they don't know who to vent to.
Not long after I went back and sat down, Fu Shun came.
"How is it? Have you seen it?" Fu Shun's first sentence when he entered the door was this.
Aunt Qi frowned at him and said solemnly, "Do you think this is good?"
Decades old partners are very familiar with each other, and Fushun naturally understands what Aunt Qi means. He hehe smiled twice, touched his nose, and sat down beside him.
"It wasn't intentional either. When the people below asked me to clarify, I lost my mind for a while, so I handed over a copy of Mrs. Hua's portrait."
Aunt Qi took a deep breath, but still couldn't hold back, "You're too obvious to do this! What do you think in your heart over there, these days, His Highness has changed her temperament to spoil her, so you can't help but act so blatantly. ?"
It seems that Fushun's actions really stimulated her, otherwise Aunt Qi, who has always been known for her composure, would not have been so complacent.
"We don't want to do anything in our family. It doesn't matter if she pets or not. Our family just wants His Highness to have an heir. There are fewer women in the backyard, so what if you fill in a few!"
Seeing that Aunt Qi's tone was not good, Fushun's rare tone became hard. He didn't even use 'I', but called himself our family.
"It has nothing to do with us whether she is favored or not, but what you do is so obvious, what will your Highness think when you see it? You can do this in front of His Highness, and you can change the master at will. , is a death, understand? Fushun, you are getting more and more courageous now, how can you do it like this!" Aunt Qi said bitterly.
Hearing this, Fu Shun's expression on the side was so gloomy that it was dripping with water.
Seeing this, Aunt Qi looked helpless.
"You foe! You're also angry with me."
When Fushun heard this 'enemy', his face softened a little, and he said softly, "Xiugu, I understand what you mean. Isn't this shameless..." After saying this, he rubbed it. With his own face, "In front of the master, what do I want my face to do, I'll just focus on hugging the little master right now."
He paused, as if to appease Aunt Qi, and also to comfort himself, "Not to mention that the master doesn't look at anything, and he won't give me face."
"Aren't you afraid of leaving your heart?"
Fushun's face stiffened, and he said in a low voice, "No way."
"I didn't know it before, but it's hard to say now." Aunt Qi sighed, "Anyway, I think His Highness seems to be genuine this time, such a timid person, now like a child, in order to coax This woman is happy to move her private storage room wide open, and you should know how many times you have gone to the Western Court during this period of time."
"It's not like I haven't seen a favored concubine in the palace in the past, but what about in the end?"
Fushun didn't finish the rest of the words, and Aunt Qi also knew what it meant, but in the end it was just a blink of an eye.
She couldn't find a good example to refute, so she could only hum: "Just be stubborn, I'm too lazy to tell you!"
Fushun leaned closer, licking his face and smiling, "Xiu Gu, you should pay more attention over there and teach them the rules."
"You didn't even hide it from me." Aunt Qi frowned again, with a hint of reckoning after the autumn. "Can those few people be found in less than a month?"
"I just thought about it a long time ago, I just wanted to get things right and then tell you, I really didn't intend to hide it from you." Fushun explained with a dry smile on his face.
Aunt Qi glanced at him and sighed again.
Thinking of those few people, and thinking of the old man Fushun, she was a little worried about Madam Hua, and of course more worried about the person in front of her. It's just that the old guy Fushun has always been stubborn, and he may listen to her advice on other things, but he won't listen to her. After all, how deep his obsession is, others don't know her best.
"Okay, okay, I'll make arrangements over there."
Seeing this, Fu Shun smiled proudly. She knew that Xiugu couldn't screw him, and she still had to rely on him in the end.
In exchange, Aunt Qi gave another blank eye.
******
Clouds and rains rest.
Xiaohua nestled in King Jing's arms, little finger teasing the red fruit, hesitant to say anything.
King Jing touched her face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"His Royal Highness, you see that your rewards come every day. You have given so many things to your maids and concubines, or you won't give them away."
Although he said last time that he would give it to her and then continue, but anyone who is bombarded with so much exhaustion will feel a little uneasy and a little sincere. After all, nothing is too much, and it is better to stop in moderation.
King Jing did not speak.
Xiaohua smiled ingratiatingly, and brought her little face to King Jing's chin.
"You saw that the maid and concubine gave you such a purse. You have given the maid and concubine so many things. The maid and concubine are very uneasy."
"Then you make a dress for the lonely king."
"Clothes?" Xiaohua frowned.
"Don't want to?"
"No, no." Xiaohua said embarrassedly, "My maid and concubine are not very good at embroidery."
"You made one for Mother He."
Xiaohua's eyes flashed, how did he know
Thinking like this in my heart, I said, "The maid and concubine made a decorative pattern on the body and sleeves and skirts of the dress, and Lilac helped to do the rest." The last sentence was a little shameful, after all, my daughter Not good embroidery at home is really not a pretty thing.
"No need for embroidery."
King Jing has said it like this, and Xiaohua can only bite the bullet and take it.
"At that time, don't dislike your maid's skill." It's safer to prepare a proviso first.
"Won't."
After saying this, King Jing was in a good mood, and grabbed the little hand to his chest again.
After waiting for a while, she didn't see her teasing the red fruit.
King Jing raised his eyes and saw that she seemed to be distracted.
He stretched out his hand and twisted the red fruit on her chest, in exchange for a soft whimper and inadvertent anger, King Jing suddenly got up, hugged the person up, and contained it.
"oops… "
Xiaohua was startled, looking at the big head on her chest, happy and ashamed, she couldn't help but soften her body. She felt ashamed that her body was too sensitive during this time, and she felt that a finger was probing down, which made her feel soft and charming.
this man!
I don't know if his face is too deceptive. Every time Xiaohua sees him with a stiff face, and then does some hooligan things to her, she is very ashamed.
King Jing is now different from the past, and he understands a lot. Without changing his posture, he pressed Xiaohua on his leg and entered directly.
it is more than words.
On the second day, King Jing's reward did not come again.
The people in the west courtyard were relieved, but they were not used to it, but Xiaohua didn't feel that way, and suddenly felt no pressure at all.
Thinking about what she promised King Jing to make clothes with him last night, she began to think hard, and after thinking about it for a long time, she finally decided to make the inner clothes.
King Jing's clothes have all been seen before. The standard clothes are of high specification, and the style and handwork are very complicated. She is not able to do it now. She can't do the regular clothes she wears on weekdays because of the pattern and embroidery work. The middle clothes inside are not bad, only some decorative patterns on the cuffs and front of the clothes, this can be done with reluctance.
After settling down, Xiaohua asked Lilac to prepare the fabric.
Lilac came over with a few light-colored cloths, all kinds of materials, all of which were rewarded by King Jing a few days ago.
Xiaohua looked and looked, only to choose a moon-white lake silk.
"Let's use this. I think His Royal Highness's middle clothes are either lake silk or hang silk."
Lilac gave the other cloths to Ding Lan to take away, and then brought King Jing's home clothes that he usually wore in the west courtyard. Xiaohua pondered the size, and then spread out the moon-white lake silk and carefully cut it.
This is the second time Xiaohua has made a large piece of clothing, and I am not familiar with it at all. In addition, I am always worried that it will be broken, and I am even more tense. After all the fabrics are cut, the forehead is also A thin layer of sweat broke out.
Lilac has been watching from the side, seeing Madam's cautious look, she doesn't dare to disturb.
Madam is stubborn, and she helped Mama He a lot when she made clothes last time. This time, she just didn't let her help, and only let her give pointers. Seeing that Madam cut the scissors and put down the scissors in her hand, Lilac brought a cotton pad and wiped the sweat on her forehead.
"Mrs.'s hand is very steady, not crooked at all."
Xiaohua smiled, sat down, brought tea and prepared to rest for a while before continuing.
Thinking of the embroidery on the clothes, she was a little confused, "Lilac, what do you think about the embroidery on the cuffs and the front of the shirt?"
She will also embroider the Eight Treasures pattern now, and she has practiced it for a long time. Although Lilac said that Mammy He likes it very much, Xiaohua knows very well that the embroiderer's stitches are still a bit rough. It is a gift from yourself, and it represents some of your own thoughts.
But if it was placed on His Highness, she would feel a little wronged by him.
Lilac also understands the lady's mind, and there is no good idea for a while.
"Why don't you look at it slowly, the main body of the clothes is not ready yet, so you can think about it as you do it."
Xiaohua thought about it, and that was all she could do.
In the evening, Xiaohua and King Jing were sitting on the kang.
Xiaohua struggled for a day today, although she decided to think slowly, but she was always thinking about it, so Ai Ai explained the actual situation to King Jing regularly. For example, my embroidery skills are not good, and I am afraid that His Royal Highness will dislike it, such as...
Li Li always said a lot, and King Jing understood what she meant.
Are you worried that your craftsmanship is not good
But he just wanted a piece of clothes made by her, what does it have to do with the craftsmanship? !
So King Jing said, "It's okay."
"But these embellished patterns will be exposed. The clothes on the outside of His Highness are so delicate, and the inside is rough, which will lower the status of His Highness."
This sentence completely describes Xiaohua's uneasy words, and she has said it several times.
King Jing was silent for a moment, then replied, "No need for embroidery."
"is this OK?"
"The Lone King feels very good."
His Royal Highness King Jing said it was very good, and Xiaohua's heart was also at ease, and the pressure of not having to embroider her was much less.
Here, Xiaohua was worrying about making clothes for King Jing, and after a few girls who had entered the Department of Discipline and Training, they were led by Fushun into the Jingtai Hall after undergoing very strict training in government regulations.
The people in Jingtai Hall naturally noticed Fushun's actions, but King Jing hasn't returned to Jingtai Hall for a few days. I don't know yet, but it will be sooner or later. After all, Fushun is playing a role in the back. .
Mammy He knew that when people entered the Jingtai Palace again, those little palace people had already moved in. The work they do is similar to that of Xiaohua at the beginning. They are all sweeping in the courtyard, but they have sold dog meat with sheep's heads more often. Everyone knows what their role is.
"Ugh… "
Seeing Mammy He sighing, Aunt Meng comforted her: "Mammy, don't think too much, everyone has their own luck."
Mammy He also understands this truth, but she just thinks that it's not always like that.
The eunuch Xiaodouzi said from the side: "I have seen those little palace people, so I feel that it is somewhat similar to the previous Mrs. Hua."
Mammy He and Madam Hua were close, and everyone in Jingtai Hall knew that the two were very close when Madam Hua had not left the Palace of Jingtai. She brings soup. In return, Mrs. Hua sent a dress made by herself to Grandma He a few days ago.
As a rough eunuch in the small kitchen, this little bean has sharp eyes. Knowing that Mammy He cares about this, she also paid a lot of attention to the palace room in the past two days, and sent a lot of gossip to Mammy He.
"Really?"
Hearing this, Aunt He looked at Aunt Meng with an inquiring expression, and Aunt Meng nodded.
"I took a closer look. One has eyes very similar to Mrs. Hua, but she is definitely not as good-looking as Mrs. Hua. Another has a temperament very similar to Mrs. Hua, and the others are very similar to Mrs. Hua. A calm and low-key look..." Xiaodouzi couldn't describe it, scratched his head and thought about it, and then said: "Put them all together, and you'll be Madam Hua."
Mammy He's face immediately turned ugly. It stands to reason that there is nothing suspicious about Fushun's actions, but it makes people feel uncomfortable when they think about it.
Seeing this, Aunt Meng quickly waved Xiaodouzi out.
"Actually, what Xiaodouzi said is also wrong. Although they look like Madam Hua, they are still missing something. However, Chunlan and Qiuyue have different demeanours. It seems that Eunuch Fu took a lot of thought this time."
Seeing that Mammy He didn't speak, Aunt Meng said again, "Mammy, you are getting old, so don't think too much about it. Eunuch Fu decides what can be stopped in this mansion except His Highness. Not to mention Eunuch Fu's office. Everyone knows why, and this is indeed feasible in the long run.”
As a personal relationship, it's right for Mammy He to worry, but as a slave, this kind of thinking is not right, because slaves want to be wholeheartedly good for their masters.
What is good for the master
That is to think what the master thinks, to be anxious for the master's urgency, to make up for the master's lack, to do everything possible, regardless of the size of the matter. As for this good, whether others can accept it, whether the master will accept it, that is another matter.
"I understand what you're saying, but I'm just thinking, isn't it obvious that Fushun is doing this to match the other side? Enter people, but why do you have to do it like this!"
In fact, Aunt Meng understands what Grandma He wants to express.
Don't look at Mrs. Hua, who was from a palace, and was pushed up by Fushun. But the identity has changed, and the ideas are different. Not to mention whether he will meet Fushun or not, just because he fiddled with some people who are similar to Mrs. Hua, it would be fine for others to see, and the person involved would be disgusted.
This will make everyone feel uncomfortable, and if they are uncomfortable, it will inevitably lead to discord. Mammy He has a good relationship with both sides, and neither side is on the side, and she doesn't want the two sides to lose peace.
"Maybe Fu Gonggong has his own considerations." Aunt Meng can only say the same.
Mammy He didn't speak any more, stood up with a sigh, and went to the chopping board to fumble around.
Aunt Meng also knew that what she said at this time was useless, so she could only go out with a sigh.