Fushun seems to care about everything, but no one dares to say he doesn't care. He doesn't care about small things. He only cares about the things around the prince. Whoever touches the Lord's taboo is to touch his mildew. If you touch the mold of Fushun, you will end up miserable.

This fact has been proved by countless old people serving in King Jing's house with their own eyes.

Xiaohua, a discerning person, knows that Fushun sent it to King Jing. No matter what the purpose is, at least in the eyes of outsiders, Fushun is very happy these days. The source of happiness is related to Xiaohua, a small palace man.

I don't know what's inside. It's taboo to treat Fushun behind Xiaohua as if I didn't see it, or if I saw it, I'll treat it as if there's no meaning in it. Be clear about what's inside, but also know the deep meaning behind Fushun's move.

It was not easy for everyone to spend a lot of time, so that your highness finally thought about it. Princess Jing suddenly intervened. No matter what her purpose, at least the person who sent the message to her is dead.

Both an Cheng and ma he know the inside story. They must know that things are not so simple, but they can't say it clearly. After all, there are others on the side.

"Little flower girl, you don't have to be afraid. Go and deal with it carefully. There must be nothing wrong with your highness." mother he can only say that to comfort little flower.

Xiaohua reluctantly smiled and walked away with an Cheng in her heart.

Entering the main hall, it was brightly lit but silent.

Xiaohua entered through the side door and went to the hall. Without looking at the look of the people in the hall, she knelt down and worshipped.

"Greetings to your highness, to the princess, to Princess Qiao and her two wives."

Before coming in, an Chengcheng gave her some simple details of the masters along the way, so Xiaohua also declined.

Princess Jing smiled like a flower and said with great enthusiasm, "get up quickly. What are you doing with such a big gift? Don't be shy. Don't be shy." she motioned Chunxiang to help Xiaohua get up.

Xiaohua stood up and hung her head.

"Come and have a look. I haven't seen my sister yet." Princess Jing said and waved.

Princess Jing is kind and enthusiastic, but Xiaohua feels a little chilly. Just like the rabbit who was chased by a hungry wolf and had a trap in front, he knew that there was a pit in front and had to go forward.

As soon as Xiaohua entered, Princess Jing held her hand.

Princess Jing's hands are warm, but Xiaohua feels cool in her heart. She looked at each other with half closed eyes. The smile on Princess Jing's face was very kind, but Xiaohua always felt that there was something hidden in the smile.

"You look really good. No wonder your highness hides around and doesn't want to see people. Tut, Princess Qiao, look, isn't it very watery?"

Qiao side imperial concubine smiled and didn't speak.

"How old is this year?" Princess Jing asked softly, stroking Xiaohua's hand.

"I'm just fifteen."

"Oh, how young."

Isn't it young? Fifteen. It's so small. Compared with the fifteenth, Princess Jing, who is already twenty and four, is ten years older.

Princess Jing clearly knew she shouldn't be like this, but her hands holding Xiaohua's hands couldn't help tightening and tightening.

Xiaohua's hand was pinched painfully, but she didn't dare to take it back, but her eyes couldn't help walking around King Jing.

What I saw was king Jing's calm side face and his slender hand playing with the wine cup in his hand. I didn't even look here.

"Such a beautiful person, your highness is careless and doesn't even give you a title. It's really wronged you."