Chapter 137

Although Chuncao is young, she has stayed in the house for a long time. She knows that if there is no special need in Jingtai hall, there is no need to send small palace people in. Small eunuchs do all kinds of work on weekdays. If she doesn't look like this again, it's estimated that she will be thrown back to the clothes washing room by father-in-law Fu in a few days.

Xiaohua persuasion is useless, so she has to stop talking about others, but she also tries not to let Chuncao do anything for her on weekdays.

After living in the same room with Chuncao for some days, Xiaohua finds that Chuncao has the habit of nightmares in the middle of the night.

Xiaohua is very sleepy. This is her habit when she was a servant girl. She heard the hysteria of spring grass in the middle of the night for several days.

Spring grass doesn't say much, just shout don't shoot me with a stick, don't shoot me with a stick

She was killed by a stick in her last life. Xiaohua is very sensitive to this. After a few days, the spring grass had another nightmare day and night, and the flower woke her up.

"Spring grass, what's the matter with you? Why do you always shout not to shoot me with a stick?"

In the past few days with Chuncao, Xiaohua still likes the girl who is younger than her, thinking whether Chuncao has seen someone killed in the Huanyi room in the past.

Who knows that Chuncao may be hysterical or frightened in his dream. For a moment, he forgot Fushun's explanation and said that Xiuyun was killed by the stick.

Xiaohua's face turned white after listening to it.

At this time, the spring grass also reacted and cried quickly.

"Sister Xiaohua, don't tell father-in-law Fu that I told you about it. He told you not to tell you about it."

Chuncao is now afraid of Fushun. A person who usually smiles changes his face and orders to kill him. It was bloody and rotten.

Xiaohua was stunned. "Xiuyun was killed by the staff?"

Chuncao nodded and carefully looked at the look of Xiaohua. "Father Fu said she was bold and dared to poison Jingtai hall." after a pause, she added, "father Fu said that no matter who it was, this behavior can't be tolerated."

"How did you know?"

Chuncao's face turned white, a look of lingering fear, and his voice was frightened. "Father Fu called all the attendants in Jingtai hall and killed them in front of people."

"Oh." Xiaohua nodded and slowly walked back to her bed and sat down.

Chuncao was afraid that she would think too much and explained, "sister Xiaohua, don't think too much. It has nothing to do with you. Xiuyun's poisoning in Jingtai hall itself is a taboo. Father Fu obviously meant to call the people below to make an example and warn them to be vigilant in the future."

Xiaohua reluctantly smiled and said, "I'm fine, I understand."

They said a few words casually and went to sleep. This time, Xiaohua was sleepless.

It's not that she feels guilty about Xiuyun. Although Bo Ren always feels uncomfortable when she died because of me, especially when she was killed by a stick in her last life, she not only laments that the slave's life is as cheap as grass, but also thinks that father-in-law Fu's means are so cruel that people can't see the surface.

In my heart, I was a little wary of Fushun, and the ridiculous resentment on weekdays was virtually eliminated.

The environment in Jingtai hall is harmonious, but it's not that happy. They talk sour every day. Xiaohua's life has been very smooth recently. When King Jing was there, she went on duty and stayed in the kitchenette and palace room when she was away.