Chapter 278 Spiritual Energy (1)

King Jing hasn't been to the west courtyard for four days.

During this time, King Jing always came to the West Courtyard every two days, at most no more than three days. Not coming suddenly made Xiao Hua quite uncomfortable.

Could it be that His Highness is busy?

After fidgeting for a day, Xiao Hua adjusted her mentality.

When I didn't come here for more than ten days in the past, I never saw you so distraught! But now, how can it be the same as before?

What is the difference, Xiaohua still doesn't know yet.

She only knew that she was really not used to King Jing not coming.

Could it be that he was annoyed that day?

Xiao Hua changed her mind and continued to think, thinking about the embarrassment of that day, she felt that this seemed a little possible.

After all, she also saw King Jing's state at that time, and Xiaohua knew that men couldn't hold back, but King Jing seemed to hold back all night.

Looks like it really pissed him off!

Xiaohua was a little frustrated, but she didn't know what to do. Judging from the experience of her previous life, at this time she should be dressed up in a glamorous and charming way to block others.

But go to block Jingwang?

Not to mention how strict the rules are in the mansion, she can't enter the Jingtai Hall, just King Jing's face makes her feel a lot of pressure!

The helpless little flower lay listlessly on the kang, anyone with eyes could see her depression.

"Ma'am, are you bored? Why don't we fight Shuanglu?" Chuncao asked from the side.

These days, the palace people below have also thought about a few things that can relieve Madam's boredom. Shuanglu is one, and Ye Zixi is a fun game that can be played indoors.

Xiaohua has just learned it not long ago, and she spent an hour playing every day for the past few days, but she has given up on it these past two days, and she no longer cares about playing.

Xiaohua shook her head, and changed her position on the kang to nestle again.

"Then read a book?" Ding Xiang took out the travel notes that Xiao Hua had read halfway last time, and put them on the kang table.

Xiaohua shook her head again.

Ding Xiang was full of worry, but didn't know what to say.

Chuncao quietly dragged Ding Lan and Ding Xiang out, Xiao Hua was just in a daze and didn't pay attention.

"Ma'am must miss His Highness." Chuncao expressed her guess.

"You can't gossip about this matter, the three of us can talk about it." Ding Xiang was always cautious, and naturally thought a lot.

"I know this for sure. You see that Madam has lost her energy these two days, so she must be thinking of His Highness." Chuncao thought so stubbornly.

Ding Lan said: "That's right, His Highness will come every two days during this period, and he hasn't come for four days in a row."

"It's useless to say these things, let's find something for Madam to do, so as not to get sick from boredom." Ding Xiang concluded.

Ding Xiang was very distressed, "Shuanglu Ye Zixi doesn't play anymore, she doesn't read books, and she doesn't go for a walk in the yard, what else can she do?"

"Why don't you let Madam do some needlework, I think she was in high spirits when she made clothes for Nanny He a few days ago." Chuncao suggested.

"Go, try it."

Ding Xiang brought a bowl of rock sugar pear water and put it on the kang table, "Madam, drink some rock sugar pear water to moisten your throat."

The light yellow rock sugar pear water is served in a small gold-painted cup, which looks quite appetizing.

Xiao Hua glanced at the small cup, picked it up and drank it slowly with a spoon.

"My maidservant is going to bring lunch today. Aunt Meng said that Nanny He likes the clothes made by Madam He, and that you have made great progress in sewing." This is true, but Ding Xiang forgot to say it when she came back at noon.

"Yeah?"

"That's right, ma'am, Chuncao also thinks that your needlework is getting better and better, and Chuncao will be thrown ten blocks away by you soon."

This is the truth, Xiaohua thought to herself, she also knew that Chuncao's needlework was not good.

Ding Lan cut to the point from the side: "How about Madam, do needlework to pass the time and do it for His Highness. I remember you haven't made anything for Your Highness yet."