Chapter 280 Spiritual Energy (3)

In addition, King Jing felt even more depressed when he thought of that dress, so he didn't want to look at the little flower.

Another three days later, King Jing had finished reading both of the explanations the day before, and he had some tricks in his mind. After brewing in my heart for a day, I always felt a little embarrassed, so I didn't go to the west courtyard, and after another day, I really couldn't sit still before going.

It was already very late when King Jing came to the west courtyard, and Xiao Hua had just taken a bath and was about to go to bed.

Hearing that the master came suddenly, Xiao Hua was overjoyed.

Since that day when she started making a purse for King Jing, Xiaohua seldom thinks about King Jing, and she thinks about it before going to bed at night, and is busy dealing with that purse at other times.

Looking at King Jing's indifferent face at this moment, it feels like a world away.

"Your Highness, why is it so late? Have you eaten yet?"

King Jing looked at the little face that was obviously pleasantly surprised, and thought that she should be glad that the lonely king came to see her. There was a tinge of joy in his heart, but he glanced at her on his face and didn't speak.

Fushun said from the side: "Your Highness has already had dinner."

Xiao Hua uttered an oh, and dragged King Jing to the west room.

When Ding Xiang served tea, Xiao Hua said, "Your Highness, drink tea." The fawning one picked up the tea cup and offered it to King Jing.

King Jing glanced at the teacup, then looked away again, without taking it in his hand.

Xiao Hua put the teacup aside in frustration, and said again, "Has Your Highness taken a bath? Maids and concubines asked them to prepare water?"

"Mum."

King Jing finally spoke, but there were only two words.

It's all over, so what do you do?

All of a sudden, Xiaohua's brain was a little stuck, and she didn't expect the trick.

Under the dizzy yellow light, the beauty is picturesque, her loose long hair looks like a fine brocade, her palm-sized face is blushing, her big eyes are wet, as if she has just been bathed, and she is peeking from inside her slightly open skirt. So white and tender...

Immediately, King Jing's mouth became a little dry.