Chapter 333

Xiaohua finds King Jing in a bad mood these days.

King Jing's mood has been very vague. It took Xiaohua a few days to react.

She could see that it was not aimed at her, but she didn't know what it was for. Of course, it's not that kind of serious bad mood, but the kind that always feels depressed.

Thinking of Fushun, who is rarely seen recently, and King Jing's seemingly ready to take root in the West courtyard, Xiaohua seems to understand.

It is said that your highness is blessed.

After all, there are her reasons in it. In addition to being completely moved and sweet, she is also a little uneasy.

Your highness, even Fushun is right for her.

She knows the relationship between Fu Shun and his highness.

The result surprised her, but it was completely false to say that she was unhappy. Xiaohua has never been a very kind person. She can not provoke anyone, but she won't be unresponsive if others break ground on her head.

She doesn't like Fushun. There must be some resentment, but it's far fetched to say there is resentment. After all, how can she be so good with King Jing now? In addition to her efforts in it, she had to admit that she had to thank Fushun first.

Including why lilac was assigned to her when she first came to the West courtyard, she also knew that it was Fushun's role.

She also understood why Fushun brought in so many people. As her position, she really can't give a good face. As Fushun's position, he seems right to do so. After all, she saw what he had been seeking for so long. He pushed her up, and so did the roles of those.

Understand to understand, but emotionally still can't accept it. Xiaohua can only leave it, don't think about it or take care of it. She just wants to live her life well.

Today, the clothes made for King Jing were finally ready.

The moon white Chinese dress is embroidered with flowing clouds at the cuffs and lapels. It looks simple and generous. After Xiaohua took King Jing to try, she was relieved to see that the size was just right.

After the test, Xiaohua wants to help king Jing take off her clothes and prepare to wash them tomorrow. King Jing ignores her and casually puts a robe over the middle coat, so she goes to dongci room by herself.

This seemingly rare action made Xiaohua smile and squint.

"Since your highness thinks it's OK, the maid and concubine will be with you again." after sitting down beside King Jing, Xiaohua said.

"Yes."

Xiaohua put it next to King Jing and leaned against his leg. She talked to him every word.

King Jing is hard to change, but Xiaohua says something to him. Now she can always return to the last sentence. Although the number of words is still so few, it is better than nothing. At least Xiaohua sees some changes.

Such a quiet and indifferent man, because of how much he has changed, Xiaohua is still in the goal. Whenever she thought about this, she couldn't help feeling tears in her eyes.

Xiaohua rubbed her face on King Jing's legs, and then pretended to be coming over. King Jing looked at her, his eyes flashed and touched her hair.

It was afternoon and the sun was very bright outside.

King Jing is reading with his head down, and Xiaohua is lying on his lap. Holding his hand in boredom, he lingered and couldn't bear to lose it. There was always an agitation in his heart. Let her feel excited, feel blood boiling, feel that she needs to do something to vent.

She looked at his face from bottom to top. Her eyebrows were rendered like ink. She flew obliquely into the eyebrows on the temples, and her slender and indifferent eyes. From the slightly drooping corners of her eyes to the rising tail of her eyes, the eye lines were extremely smooth and beautiful, which made people feel very much loved.