Chapter 103 On How the Dumb Grow up (4)

Thinking about it this way, he was full of energy, Fushun stood up, patted the clothes behind him and said, "I'm leaving, keep fighting."

These words made Aunt Qi burst into laughter, and she waved her hand impatiently as a sign to drive her away.

"Hurry up and fight for yours."

Fushun smiled, turned and left.

Fushun cheered up and returned to the Jingtai Hall, thinking that King Jing hadn't spent the night in the East Third Courtyard for a long time, so he decided to take a two-pronged approach and neither side was left behind.

In the evening, after King Jing had his meal, he went to the study in the front hall to read.

Fushun was at his side, thinking about how to speak.

At this time, there were only two people in the study, and it was so quiet that time had frozen.

Fushun couldn't think of any good excuses, so he simply broke the jar, and it was better to be straightforward. He's getting older, so he should worry more and be more talkative, that's what he should do, right?

"Your Highness, you haven't been to the East Third Courtyard for a long time, do you want to sit with some wife and concubine tonight?"

The room was still very quiet, as if no one was there.

Fushun sighed old-fashioned in his heart, waiting for the arrival of fate. According to the usual practice, after a while, the master will make a move. If there is no move and no opening, then he will not go.

After a long time, King Jing suddenly stood up and walked outside.

Fushun immediately burst into laughter, and then followed.

Walking to the laneway, turning left ahead is the East Third Courtyard, but King Jing stopped in his tracks.

Fushun knew that the master didn't know where to go, and Princess Jing was not in good health and had always been at odds with King Jing, so there was no need to think about it. To be a slave is to be considerate in everything, to consider everything before the master, and to solve the master's worries and problems. Especially since His Highness gave him such face today, Fushun will definitely not let his hope be in vain.

"Your Highness, would you like to sit with Concubine Qiao?"

King Jing didn't speak, and turned towards Rongxiyuan.

Fushun immediately burst into tears, and even had a thought that his master was still as obedient and loving as he was when he was a child.

No one in King Jing's mansion knew that King Jing was cold and reticent by nature, and he didn't love women, and he often came to the backyard only once in a long time. Over time, these places in the East Third Courtyard did not have the habit of keeping the doors open, and because Concubine Qiao didn't sleep well last night, she closed the doors early today to rest.

So what greeted King Jing and Fushun was the closed courtyard door.

Fushun yelled that it was not good, and was about to knock on the door twice regardless of his own identity, but saw King Jing's footsteps paused, turned around and left. Fushun followed behind, crying in his heart.

Would it be so difficult, it was hard to convince His Highness once, and he mentioned it several times on weekdays, and it would be a high incense if he agreed once, but this happened to him.

While Fushun was muttering something in his heart saying that Concubine Qiao was not blessed, he licked his face and said, "Master, why don't you go sit with the two ladies?"

He knew in his heart that His Highness probably wouldn't talk to him this time.

Sure enough, until King Jing went back to Jingtai Hall to read the book for a while, and then rested, there was still no voice to respond to him.