Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

The news was handed over by xiaoxiazi. Xiaohua didn\'t explore why xiaoxiazi could still know the news inside when he came out of Jingtai hall.

Seeing King Jing as usual that night, but obviously not depressed, Xiaohua finally put her heart down.

She thought, is it over?!

Sure enough, King Jing will come to the West courtyard most of the time after that, but he will also go back to Jingtai hall. The frequency of Fushun also increased significantly. King Jing began to ask Fushun to do something. Xiaohuaxin led the God meeting as usual.

Of course, on the face of it, she seems to have suffered some losses because of this, but after all, Xiaohua feels so relieved. She doesn\'t understand what this kind of peace of mind means for the time being, but her consistent experience knows that this intuition is usually beneficial to herself.

Looking at his highness sitting behind the desk holding the scroll, Fushun felt tears in his eyes in vain.

It is said that his Highness\'s context, but when he sent people out of the house in front, his highness came back. Since his heart is as cold as Fushun, he can\'t help but be moved.

Your highness is still the same highness in the past. It\'s not obvious on the face, but it\'s considerate in the heart.

He really shouldn\'t have!

But some things can\'t be taken out and told to the mouth. Although Fushun was agitated in the heart, he still pressed it down. As before, he ordered people to serve tea and water, and things must be brought to the table with a bow.

The study was still as quiet as before, but because their mood was different, there were some changes, but this change could not be seen with their eyes.

After groping for a long time, Fushun whispered, "Your Highness, it\'s all the wrong of the old slave."

In fact, these two people are not the kind of people who are easy to show their emotions. They are not happy and have some discomfort. King Jing doesn\'t show it on his face and is embarrassed in his heart, but they are more relieved.

Thousands of words into one sentence, "it doesn\'t hurt."

Fushun lowered his head and stood aside. When no one noticed, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.