Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

A few more days passed, and although these six little palace servants had been working in Jingtai Hall, they had never seen King Jing. It wasn't until Zhi'er brought back the news that he knew that King Jing had been out in the mansion for the past few days.

Zhi'er is a person who is very good at drilling, with a small face as big as a palm, almond eyes and cherry lips, and a smile all over his face when he speaks, and his mouth is also sweet. Within two days of coming here, she became acquainted with several young eunuchs in Jingtai Palace, and she was the one who asked about King Jing's absence.

Xiao Hua understands the thoughts of the little palace people in this room.

Is there anything that I don't understand, whether it's a palace maid or a maidservant, everyone has the same thoughts, and everyone understands the meaning of being close to the water.

But her heart is full of worries, Eunuch Fu and Aunt Qi have weird attitudes, this Jingtai Palace is very solemn, the few people who come and go to serve are all eunuchs, and only a few female palace servants are of normal age Those in their thirties and up. In the past few days she stayed, the only brighter people in the palace were these just little palace servants, and the others all had solemn and lifeless faces.

Abnormal things are demons, and Xiaohua's biggest wish now is to survive until she is old enough to be released, and she doesn't want to think about anything else. But many times they clearly want to be quiet, but the tree wants to be quiet and the wind keeps on.

When King Jing went out to return to his residence, he found an abnormality as soon as he stepped into the gate of Jingtai Palace.

He paused slightly, then walked past those kneeling on the ground, and walked directly into the hall, followed by Fushun.

After King Jing passed by, Xi'er, who was kneeling on the ground, excitedly pulled the people around her, "That's our Highness."

Xi'er's voice was very low, which meant that the few palace servants kneeling beside her could hear what she was saying. Xiaohua kept her head down, and she didn't see what the person looked like. What caught her eyes was a few pairs of men's feet.

King Jing entered the hall and sat down. A young eunuch served tea and then withdrew.

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

Fushun knew His Highness's temperament all along, so he smiled dryly in his heart, and stood beside him without saying a word.

Both of them have the kind of extremely calm temperament, they can completely ignore the silence in the hall, until King Jing drank tea, went to the inner hall under the service of the little eunuch, changed into ordinary clothes, and continued to sit in the hall again.

This sitting for a long time, so long that people forget the passage of time, and King Jing didn't do anything in the middle, just sitting there quietly, which really made people feel very weird.

Fushun looked at his master who had been sitting quietly like a monk, his thoughts were confused.

Thinking that Fushun entered the palace at the age of eight, and at the age of eighteen, he was assigned to serve by the present mother of Prince Jing, Empress Jing. As for the feudal land, come to Jingzhou. Now it is the position of flattery in the flattery department of the King's Mansion, and the scope of jurisdiction is not only King Jing's daily life and food, but also miscellaneous things in the backyard of the King's Mansion.

It stands to reason that his current life is not worse than some chief eunuchs in the palace, but Fushun is not happy.

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

He has a strange temper, a strange temper, and a strange behavior.

Obviously able to speak, but never speak, let the title of 'dumb' hang on his head, and still feel at ease. Even if it arouses the disgust of the current saint, it is not seen that he has the intention to correct it.

When he first came to Jingzhou, he knew that His Highness could speak, and Fushun was really taken aback.

Well, that's fine, after all, His Highness's matter is not something that he, a slave, can intervene.

But what's the matter with not being close to women?