In the tent of the green and blue embroidered bird vines, I do not know when it has calmed down.
It was so quiet that Lilac's heart tensed.
After an unknown amount of time, I suddenly heard some rustling voices in the tent, and then the tent was opened, revealing Xiao Hua's small face with red and swollen eyes, but with a normal expression.
"Lilac, I want to take a bath, and then this eye has to be swollen."
Lilac made an unconscious 'oh' sound, turned around and went out, only to realize that she had forgotten the rules.
After taking a bath, Xiaohua sat in front of the dresser and leaned on Lilac, letting her roll the peeled egg in her eyes.
After some finishing, Xiaohua opened her eyes, looked in the mirror, and found that it really didn't seem that swollen.
He took the soaked cotton handkerchief again, put it on his eyes and applied it, and then applied facial grease.
Xiaohua also drew a shape for herself, put on a silver-red fine cloud brocade acacia top and a loose-flowered green silk rattan pleated skirt, and pulled a butterfly bun diagonally. Putting on the butterfly hairpin and touching the slightly quivering butterfly wings, I suddenly felt very good.
After breakfast, taking advantage of the good weather, Xiaohua went for a walk in the yard, and then went back to the house to take out the jacket and continued to work. It was noon, and after lunch, she saw that the sun outside was not too strong, so she went out for a walk again, and then returned to continue making clothes.
When it came to Shen, King Jing came.
After King Jing left in the morning, he always felt that Xiao Hua'er's expression was wrong all morning, but it made him think what was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
He was almost busy with the things in his hand, so he came to the west courtyard.
When she entered the door, she saw her sitting on the kang by the window, her head bowed, doing needlework. The afternoon sun shone on her face through the window lattice, casting a golden color on her face. With that kind of fine fluff on his face, King Jing suddenly had the illusion that the flowers were very small.
Come to think of it, it's very small.
She was fifteen and he was twenty-six, eleven years younger.
Seeing King Jing coming in, Xiao Hua sat on the kang and smiled at him.
"Your Highness."
He nodded, sat on the edge of the kang, tilted his head to see the movements in her hands.
Neither of them made a sound.
Lilac served tea and put it on the kang table.
Glancing at him, Xiao Hua stroked the drooping strand of hair beside her temples and said, "The maid and concubine are slow, it will take several days to do it well."
King Jing reached out and touched her finger, "No hurry."
He called Fu Shun in again, and let someone serve him and change the clothes he was wearing in the room.
Xiaohua carefully looked at King Jing for a while, only to realize that he seemed to have lost weight. The already thin body seems to be thinner. There was a faint trace of fatigue between her brows, she put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up to serve him and sat down on the kang.
He took the tea cup and handed it to him, and said, "Your Highness, are you tired, and the maid and concubine will give you some relief?"
"Need not."
She reached out and touched his shoulder, hard inside, "But your shoulder must be uncomfortable."
King Jing thought for a while and stroked her hair, "Let her come."
Such an action was accompanied by such heart-piercing words.
Xiao Hua frowned and looked up at him. He didn't look at her, and glanced sideways at Fushun.
Fushun immediately bowed down and stepped out.
bang bang bang...
Her heart was beating so fast, Xiaohua could only calm herself down.
"What is she? Your Highness."
King Jing pondered for a while and said, "I don't know."
This sentence made Xiaohua a little puzzled. Her mind was messy, so she could only force herself to smile and embroidered clothes.
After a while, Fu Shun walked in, followed by a young girl.
Xiaohua seems to understand who she is even if she hasn't seen her yet.
is her!
"This is it."
King Jing suddenly said something like this.
Xiaohua's brain was cluttered, and it could be analyzed that King Jing was answering his own words just now.
Fushun directed the ugly-looking Lilac to move down the kang table, but the girl never looked up. The position of Xiaohua's temple exploded frantically, making her face a little pale.
Judging by the situation, this doesn't seem to be the first time.
"Oh." Xiaohua found that her voice was shaking a little, and after adjusting a little, she said, "Who is she?" There was some curiosity in her voice.
"do not know."
Hearing this, Xiaohua felt a little relieved.
She feigned jealousy and glanced at him, and said, "His Royal Highness has more beautiful little palace people around, and I will forget about the maid and concubine in the future."
"no."
Hand was caught.
"Yes."
"Won't."
"It will."
She thought she was pretending to be jealous, but who knew that when she said it out, she realized that she didn't need to pretend to be full of jealousy.
Looking at his still calm face, but a little helpless and a little helpless in his eyes, Xiaohua suddenly felt that spring was blooming in her heart, and those things that made her tangled and cried several times for many days seemed to be no longer important. And this person's psychological impact was completely eliminated between 'yes' and 'no'.
Looking at Fu Shun who was standing beside him with his head down, and the girl who kept his head down, Xiao Hua suddenly smiled.
"The maid and concubine want to see if she has a maid and concubine beauty."
King Jing looked a little puzzled.
How could this person compare with Xiaohuaer.
Xiaohua didn't look at King Jing's face, but swept her eyes to the bottom, "Raise your face and let Mrs. Ben take a look."
The girl below froze, and looked down at Fushun in a panic.
Fu Shun smiled and said, "How can such a vulgar little palace person contaminate Madam's eyes?"
Xiaohua glanced at King Jing, her rose lips half-puckered.
"look up."
Seeing that King Jing had spoken, Fu Shun had no choice but to drop his head again.
The girl slowly raised her head, revealing her entire face, but her eyes were fixed on the bottom, not daring to look at the person above.
"Oh, she is really beautiful, her eyes are so beautiful..."
A delicate female voice sounded from above, and Qianxi knew that this was the legendary Madam Hua.
The Madam Hua who made her look down upon her by Eunuch Fu, the Madam Hua who was said to be coddled by His Highness, the Madam Hua who was punished by Eunuch Fu for standing in the corner for half a day because she accidentally raised her head, the one who looked like her. Similar Lady Flowers…
Oh no, she looks like Mrs. Flower.
Although everyone in Jingtai Hall kept their mouths shut, she could see from the weird look in her eyes that she looked like Madam Hua, so the eyes of others were weird.
There are only two people whose eyes are not weird, one is Eunuch Fu, but he found her, and Qianxi has almost figured out what Eunuch Fu means these days. The other is His Highness, but Qianxi knows that His Highness has never seen her face from beginning to end. It's not that he can't see it, it's that he never sees it.
King Jing's eyes didn't look down, his eyes were always on the rare naughty face on that cute little face, as well as the rosy lips that kept opening, and the tender white fingers on the lips. tip.
"...Why does the concubine always feel that she looks familiar?"
These words made Fushun's face stiff, and Lilac had an epiphany.
Madam, this is a declaration of war on Eunuch Fu!
"Lilac, come and see, do you think she looks like someone?"
Qianxi's eyes began to look up when Xiaohua said that her eyes were beautiful.
Clear and beautiful and mixed with charming and moving, fair to transparent skin, a pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes. She was very familiar with those eyes, and she also had such a pair, but Qianxi had to admit that these eyes interpret what it means to look back and smile...
"It's a little familiar, who does it look like?"
In any case, Lilac can only accompany the lady to continue the play.
Fortunately, the lady did not use her as a rafter, but murmured again: "...how does it feel a bit like me..."
The erratic voice hit Fushun's heart heavily.
At this moment, Fushun discovered that the always docile and harmless Madam Hua was never a good person.
Because of these words, King Jing's eyes shifted.
Silently stared for a while, then his eyes moved to Fushun's head again.
The house was eerily quiet.
"Go down."
King Jing's voice fell, and all the people in the room withdrew.
Xiaohua didn't dare to look up. It's not that she never acted in front of King Jing, but it was the first time since then. For no reason, she felt that it was wrong for her to do so.
After a while, King Jing said, "Sleep with the solitary king for a while."
Xiaohua sat up on her knees, went to the kang corner to get a thin mattress, and tore off her hair. Fortunately, today's hair style is simple, so it is not difficult to remove. Finally, she pulled the butterfly hairpin off, and her long hair fell down. She carefully placed the hairpin on the kang cabinet beside her.
King Jing looked at her movements and how cautious she was when putting the hairpin on, and his heart softened.
Seeing her putting a thin mattress over the two of them, and seeing her lying down beside him obediently, he sighed in his heart and took her into his arms.
Xiaohua buried her face in King Jing's arms, as before, but she felt panic, anxiety and unease in her heart, with all kinds of emotions. While doing a whole set of movements, Xiaohua never looked at King Jing's face, because she was afraid of seeing something on it that she couldn't bear.
In vain, she felt a hand caressing her back, gently caressing her. Xiaohua stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
What a resemblance!
She still remembered how he comforted her that time.
Tears flowed out in an instant and couldn't stop.
Eunuch Fu, maybe you are high above, maybe your status is aloof, maybe your position in His Highness's heart is unusual, maybe...
But, such a highness, such a good highness, how can I be willing, how can I be willing to give it up! So, I won't let it go!
"...I'm sorry, Your Highness...I shouldn't...but I'm afraid..."
Suddenly, she cried so hard that she could hardly breathe, Xiaohua knew it shouldn't be like this, but she couldn't hold back. These are not tears of fear, but some inexplicable things suppressed in my heart.
She can pretend to be calm and play to test King Jing, but when this big palm is placed on her back to comfort herself like when she was most helpless, she can no longer pretend to be strong.
"My maid and concubine will never be the same again..." She burst into tears, and as the tears poured out, the things that had been buried in her heart for a long time also came out. "The maid and concubine actually knew for a long time that Eunuch Fu had arranged for some people from the palace to come in. The maid and concubine have been worried all the time, especially knowing that they are better than me, younger and more beautiful than me, the maid and concubine feel uncomfortable..."
While crying, she rubbed her majestic tears against King Jing's clothes, and kept mumbling, "... Your Highness hasn't been here for many days a few days ago, and the concubine thought that His Highness must have someone else..."
"... Today, Eunuch Fu brought her here again. That time in Jingtai Hall, the maid and concubine saw her. The maid and concubine need someone to relax. The maid and concubine are reluctant to give it to her, His Highness…”
Xiaohua spoke intermittently and vaguely, but King Jing was by her side and heard clearly. He didn't know how to keep her from crying, and couldn't say anything to comfort him, so he could only stroke her back with his hands.
After a long time, the movement in his chest stopped. The man stopped crying, his body was stiff, and he seemed to realize that he was not good.
King Jing calmed down for a while before he said hoarsely, "It wasn't the idea of the solitary king."
"The Lone King doesn't know what she looks like."
"I'm afraid you're tired."
"I will not do it again."
"Don't cry."