Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

He actually asked her what she was crying about. Somehow she couldn\'t cry without her innocent body?

But on second thought, the master sleeping girl was sleeping. Thinking about the identity of King Jing, she was silent.

"I, I hurt," she could only say.

"Prepare water."

King Jing\'s voice was not loud, but soon a voice sounded outside the curtain.

"Yes."

Xiaohua is very afraid of people. When she comes in and sees her embarrassed appearance, she wants to put on her clothes and shake. She felt so pathetic at the moment. There was no one more tragic than herself.

Footsteps were heard outside the curtain. After a while, a voice sounded again: "Your Highness, the water is ready. Do you need slaves to serve?"

"Go down."

King Jing put on his dirty pants and got down, "keep up."

Xiaohua looks stunned. This person is still not human. Her flesh hurts all over. Does he still want her to serve him to bathe?

Think so, or very unpromising stood up, tied the skirt casually to his body, and shook his legs to follow him.

After entering the bathroom, Xiaohua found that the layout here was very luxurious. Unlike what she had seen before, there was a bath bucket in it, but a pool made of white marble. The pool was about two feet square. There was a copper animal head in one corner, slowly spitting out hot water, and the indoor smoke was swirling.

Seeing King Jing enter the pool and sit inside, Xiaohua is still standing there with her other clothes in her hand.

King Jing glanced at her expressionless, "clean."

Xiaohua looked at herself and looked at her dress. She could only put her clothes aside and went into the pool. She was still wearing a short Ru and a skirt tied around her waist.

The hot water temperature was just right, but Xiaohua didn\'t dare to indulge in it and slowly went to King Jing.

King Jing leaned against the pool and looked at the busy little palace people around him.

What\'s her name? floret.

This is what Fushun said last time.

Maybe King Jing was satisfied and owed a little, so he rarely opened his mouth and said a lot of words.