Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

He didn't like women in his previous life, but he has met women many times through his heirs. In his previous life, because eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha later made him ascetic, he thought that the female sex was very weak, and it became even weaker later. Back in this life, he hardly touched a woman, and the only few times he went to the backyard to spend the night after he came to the fief was to deal with Fushun, the old eunuch who liked to worry, but after he went, he did nothing, just slept .

It's not that King Jing doesn't understand Fushun's thoughts, but after all what happened in his previous life, his heart for his sons and heirs has weakened a lot in this life. After all, with such an ending, his own life and death are still uncertain. If possible, he doesn't want to implicate his descendants.

King Jing didn't reveal anything on the surface, but he couldn't help thinking about it in his heart. When he thought of this matter, his eyes would involuntarily study it.

King Jing is a slow person, and he is also simple and direct. After several days of research, he couldn't figure it out, and then he did one thing according to his heart——

When Xiaohua was serving tea, she was about to withdraw her hand when suddenly King Jing grabbed her hand.

At that moment, Xiaohua's brain went blank.

Really white, a blank. Then a few big characters appeared in his mind, what does he want to do?

She tugged reflexively, the movement was very slight, she still knew not to be disobedient, but she didn't take it back. Then she realized that King Jing was holding her hand, not in a provocative or teasing way, but in a study-like scrutiny.

He looks very serious. From her direction, it can be seen that his long and narrow eyes are lowered, and he looks at her hands very seriously. After looking at the front, he turned over to look at the palm, and even rubbed Xiao Hua's palm with his fingers, and then rubbed it again.

Just when Xiao Hua's heart was about to jump out of his chest, he let go of his hand, turned his face as if nothing had happened, and took a sip of tea.

After careful observation by King Jing, he found that there was nothing special about the little palace man's hands, the palms were not very delicate, and there were some calluses.

Since there is nothing unusual, it is his personal problem. It must be the reason why he has been a stranger for a long time, and another possibility is that he thinks about it day by day and dreams about it at night.

King Jing is a person with an uncomplicated mind. After he figured out the reason, he stopped paying attention. For the time being, he has not paid attention to the little palace man with both hands.

Xiao Hua really wanted to ask King Jing what he wanted to do, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage, so he could only pretend nothing happened and back away with the tea tray. She thought she was very calm, but she didn't realize that her hands and feet at this moment made people want to laugh.

Fushun smiled at the side without squinting his eyes, but on the surface he wanted to pretend he didn't see it, but it was really difficult, so the expression on his face was distorted.

At this moment, Eunuch Chang Shun came in. He looked about forty years old, had a black square face and was of medium build. He came in and saluted, approached and handed a small cylinder in his hand to King Jing respectfully.

After King Jing took it, he waved his hand, and Chang Shun retreated silently.

He deftly took apart the small cylinder, and took out a small white paper circle from inside. After opening it, you can find the densely packed small characters written on the note. There are a lot of words and there are a lot of words. If you read it carefully according to the above, it will not make sense, and the preface will not match the postscript. It is completely a piece of paper with some messy words.

But after King Jing read it, he quickly got the information he wanted in his heart.

Looking at the time on it again, King Jing frowned in a rare way.

It has been more than ten days before the news arrived.

He casually threw the note into the water of the pen wash, and the handwriting on it was quickly soaked in water and blurred.

King Jing, on the other hand, began to think deeply again.