Chapter 238 How Can You Cut Your Husband? ! (2)

Everyone could understand the meaning of Concubine Qiao's words. The faces of the three courtiers standing on the side were a little anxious. Die'er showed a happy smile. He staggered like a little drunk.

She didn't seem to notice Qiao's side concubine's movements, and stood up crookedly, as if she had lost her bones. First, she rubbed the center of her eyebrows, Ding Xiang wanted to help her, but she didn't let her go, but fell to King Jing's side.

As soon as the man wrapped himself around, his arms wrapped around King Jing's neck.

"Your Highness—"

Especially Jiaojiaoqiao, a little beauty with spring water in her peach eyes, Jing Wang looked at the drunken beauty wrapped around her body, although there was no movement on her face, her eyes were deep and deep.

"Your Highness isn't going anywhere, is she?"

The rose-colored lips were partly pouting, as if a little aggrieved and a little petite, showing the delicate posture of a little girl, and even tightened her arms, as if she couldn't lose it if she wrapped her arms around her.

Fushun wiped his sweat aside and sighed, whoever said Mrs. Hua was drunk, she had to let Concubine Qiao cut off her beard. Fushun had been waiting by King Jing's side for too long, one look at the color of his eyes, and he knew that Concubine Qiao had nothing to do tonight.

Or he has a good eye for Fushun! I haven't seen you for a few days, but Mrs. Hua's methods are getting better and better.

Concubine Qiao's face was a little stiff, she looked at King Jing nervously, and secretly scolded Mrs. Hua for being unruly and coquettish.

Hehe, why don't you call someone foxy when you come here to make a fool of yourself?

King Jing's body froze almost imperceptibly, and after a while, he nodded indifferently.

There was a big smile on Xiaohua's slightly drunken face, which made people feel that her smile was very happy and joyful. She took advantage of the situation to put her face on King Jing's neck, rubbed it twice, and muttered softly, "Your Highness is very kind."

Concubine Qiao stood aside with a stiff smile on her face, wishing she could poke the goblin a few holes back and forth with her eyes.

King Jing stroked her hair, seeing that she was about to fall out, he carefully supported her with one hand under the table. But this move was done in the dark, and others didn't see any clues.

King Jing nodded and did not leave, Mrs. Hua was still hanging on King Jing's body, this concubine Qiao's wishful thinking today was in vain.

Fushun glanced at it with a smile, and when he received King Jing's gaze, he immediately turned his head and bowed to Concubine Qiao and said, "Miss Concubine, look at this—" making a gesture of respect.

At this moment, Concubine Qiao had no choice but to leave. In front of King Jing, he didn't dare to show a bad posture, and blessed Fushen delicately, pretending that he couldn't bear to be drunk, and then let Die Er beside him help him out.

It wasn't until after walking out of the gate that Concubine Qiao waved away Die'er's support, and angrily pulled the handkerchief again and again, Die'er shrank her neck and didn't dare to speak.

Seeing that shameless side concubine Qiao finally left, the palace people in the west courtyard were all filled with joy. Over there, King Jing picked up the annoying little thing and went to the east bedroom.

"Eunuch Fu, this servant has tidied up a room nearby, do you want to go and rest for a while?" Ding Xiang came over and said in a low voice, "There are people guarding here, and I will ask you to go if there is anything."

Fushun nodded and walked out.

King Jing is sticky all over, he should go to take a bath, but King Jing doesn't want to move. The person in his arms moved, turned over and buried himself in his arms, rubbed against his chest, and then remained still.

He wiped the soft long hair in his arms, closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.