Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

A few days later, although the six little palace men had been on duty in Jingtai hall, they had never seen King Jing. Until zhi'er brought back the news, he didn't know that King Jing was not in the house these days.

Zhi'er is a person who can drill camp very well. He has a small face with a big palm, apricot eyes and cherry lips. He talks with a smile on his face and a sweet mouth. She got familiar with several small eunuchs in Jingtai palace within two days. She also asked about King Jing's absence.

The little flower knows the thoughts of the people in the small palace in this room.

There's nothing you can't understand. Whether it's a palace man or a little servant girl, you have the same mind. Everyone knows the meaning of near water and tower.

But her heart was full of worry. Father Fu and aunt Qi had a strange attitude. The Jingtai hall was very solemn. Several people who came and went to serve were eunuchs, and only a few female palace people were those who looked normally in their thirties. In the past few days she stayed, the only bright people in the temple were their just little palace people, and the others were solemn and lifeless.

Abnormal things are demons. Xiaohua's biggest wish now is to stay up until she is old and let go. She doesn't want anything else. But most of the time, when you want to be quiet, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop.

King Jing went out to return to his house. As soon as he stepped into the gate of Jingtai hall, he found something unusual.

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With a slight pause, he passed the people kneeling on the ground and walked directly into the hall. Fushun followed.

After King Jing passed by, Xi'er, who knelt on the ground, excitedly pulled the people around him, "that's our highness."

Xi'er's voice was very low, that is, several small palace people kneeling next to her heard what she was saying. Xiaohua kept her head down and didn't see what people looked like. It was still a few pairs of men's feet that printed into her eyes.

King Jing entered the hall and sat down. A little eunuch offered tea and withdrew.

Only king Jing and Fushun were left in the hall, and the atmosphere was extremely dull for a moment.

Fu Shun always knew his Highness's temperament. He smiled twice in his heart and stood on his side without speaking.

Both of them were extremely calm and could completely ignore the silence in the hall until King Jing drank tea, went down to the inner hall under the service of the little eunuch, changed their regular clothes, and continued to sit in the hall.

This sitting is so long that people forget the passage of time, and King Jing didn't do anything. He just sat there quietly, which makes people really feel very strange.

Fushun looked at the master who had been sitting there like a monk, and his mind was confused.

He entered the palace at the age of eight. At the age of eighteen, he was assigned to serve King Jing's biological mother, Jing bin. Later, when Jing bin died, he followed King Jing, who was still the fifth prince at that time, until the fifth prince was granted the title of Prince and came to Jingzhou. Now it is the duty of flattery in the Department of King Jing's residence. The jurisdiction includes not only king Jing's daily food, but also miscellaneous things in the backyard of the king's residence.

It is reasonable to say that his life is no worse than that of some eunuchs in charge of the palace, but Fushun is unhappy.

Without him, it is because of King Jing's strange temperament.

He has a strange temper and behaves strangely.

He was able to speak, but he never said it. He was comfortable with the title of "mute" hanging on his head. Even if this causes the disgust of the Holy Lord today, he has no intention of correction.

When he first came to Jingzhou, Fu Shun was shocked to know that his highness could speak.

Well, that's OK. After all, his highness can't be a slave.

But not close to women, what's the matter?