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The person Fushun arranged, how she was pushed up, the situation in the backyard and her physical state... Combined, the meaning behind Fushun\'s action is self-evident

There is a fear, there is a powerlessness

Your highness, do you really want to share it with others? Reflexively, she was almost unwilling to drown her.

"Madam, shall we go back?"

Xiaohua nodded.

After a few steps, an Cheng came face to face.

An Cheng\'s smile is very bright, but Xiaohua can see the perfunctory. Because she had seen an Cheng\'s perfunctory smile before, the little eunuch could only smile sincerely at such a specific few people.

"Madam, your Highness has heard that you are coming. Please go to the palace."

Xiaohua \'Oh\' let out a sound and took cloves to go with an Cheng.

An Cheng is Fushun\'s disciple. These two are together. From an Cheng\'s attitude, we can see Fushun\'s true attitude towards her now.

Is it because of her body now? Fushun couldn\'t wait, so Jingtai hall was assigned to a small palace man.

Knowing that this emotion should not exist, Xiaohua has a feeling of being betrayed.

Why do you think others betrayed you? You were just pushed up. At the same time, a voice said so in the bottom of her heart.

Jingtai hall is still the Jingtai hall. When you come in again, it seems like an afterlife.

In particular, so many things happened in such a short time after she came here. Therefore, when Xiaohua entered the hall and saw King Jing sitting in the hall like a long time ago, it added a sense of strangeness.

It seems that the man she is very familiar with these days suddenly becomes strange.

"Yes, your highness."

After the ceremony, Xiaohua stood there with her head down.

King Jing frowned and felt uneasy.

"Come here."

Xiaohua slowly approached and stood in front of her.

King Jing took her with one hand and let her sit on the couch beside him.

After sitting down, King Jing touched the tip of her hair hanging near her temples. After half a sound, he said, "what\'s the matter?"

Xiaohua raised her eyes and looked at the man with no fluctuation in his expression and almost no superfluous emotion. Suddenly, the sense of familiarity came back.

She wanted to laugh and cry. Finally, she rubbed his fingers and whispered, "nothing."

Then he was stroked at the tip of his hair. Xiaohua didn\'t stop rubbing his fingers. Touching it, he grabbed his big hand and held it tightly. It seemed that he wanted to hold it like this and never lose it.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Xiaohua looked sideways.

Fushun walked in with a square step and a line of small palace people with jumping colors.

It is graceful, graceful, diverse and colorful. They are all girls with very beautiful colors.

"Your Highness, the old slave brought me here to show you." Fushun said to King Jing.

It seems that I didn\'t see the little flower sitting on one side. My attitude is very natural. It seems that it\'s nothing to bring in the person who should have come in tomorrow at this time.

King Jing didn\'t say anything. He looked the same as before. He glanced and looked away.

Xiaohua is looking at it in a daze. She is thinking about the situation when she first entered Jingtai hall. At that time, Her Highness was also sitting here, but she didn\'t look at her more, but now she is so close to him

Just out of mind, one of the several people in the line raised his head slightly and looked curiously at the little flower sitting at the top.

Xiaohua looked at the man\'s eyes like lightning.

She has been growing on herself for two lives. Xiaohua knows what her eyes look like.