Chapter 80

This word almost didn't make Fushun burst into tears.

The master is too silent. At present, it is very difficult for people to be slaves. Fortunately, he has served his highness since he was a child, otherwise he really can't stand this dull atmosphere.

Fushun smiled silently and said something less serious in a serious tone, "Your Highness, there have been no bright colors in the temple for a long time, and they are all dead. The old slave thought it was so boring every day. Your highness was tired of looking at it, so he wanted to choose some small palace people with water spirit to serve and add some colors."

King Jing felt a little helpless. His face was still calm, and he didn't even open his mouth. He continued to sit there and began to "meditate".

Fushun stared at the back of King Jing's head, and his face became sad.

Your highness must have done it on purpose, absolutely on purpose.

I think so, but I still pestle there quietly.

It was a long time before Fushun got the answer he wanted.

"Whatever you want."

After being hanged by people for a long time, Fushun even had a rare emotion called joy in his heart. Since he entered the palace, this emotion rarely appeared in his heart.

"The old slave went to arrange it." then he hurriedly rubbed out of the hall, enough to see how happy he was.

After Fushun walked for a long time, King Jing's always calm face showed a touch of fluctuation——

Lightly hooked the lower lip corner and quickly put it down, so that people can hardly feel this subtle fluctuation.

This old thing!

Forget it, let him.

How could he not understand what Fushun thought? But Fushun followed him for two lives. He was so loyal for two lives. Finally, he died in front of him.

He is willing to accommodate some of his as far as he can allow.

When he took them to the Jingtai hall, father-in-law Fu, who had hardly seen anyone for a long time, announced to them that they would serve in the hall instead. All the little palace people couldn't believe it and were very surprised.

What's their luck path? What do they think and what do they come from? All kinds of excitement and joy are unspoken.

Of course, this does not include florets.

Father Fu not only let them serve in the temple, but even gave them two beautiful clothes. The materials are all excellent, and there are several kinds of headwear and earrings.

Several little palace people were surprised to get these. Is this the treatment you can serve in the hall?

Among them, there is no need to elaborate on the feelings of various complex surprises. After handing out the things, father-in-law Fu even considerately asked them to rest this afternoon and go on duty tomorrow.

In the palace man's room, Xi'er touched the material of her clothes and couldn't put it down. She opened it and looked again and again.

"Is this for us? That's nice!" she said after being happy for a while, "then we won't be punished if we don't wear the clothes of the little palace man?"

"Earth buns." Qiao Lian sniffed.

Now people in this room can well ignore Qiao Lian's disharmony. After all, if you fight with her all day, you don't have to live.

Zhi'er smiled like flowers. "I'm sure not. Father Fu is the eunuch in charge. Since he said so, no one will punish us."

King Jing's residence has strict rules, and palace people at all levels have corresponding costumes.

The people in the palace are bright red short Ru with green onion skirt, the people in charge of the palace are apricot red short Ru with lotus root skirt, and the aunts in charge are sauce Purple Cross collar short Ru with snow blue horse face skirt, with a white collar. There is a brown hat on the head of the steward aunt, but so far, Xiaohua has only seen it on the head of aunt Qi.