Chapter 286 Little Huaer Thinks the Lonely King Is Poor (2)

"Congratulations Madam, Your Highness really dotes on Madam very much. The slaves have stayed in this mansion for so long, and I have never heard of His Highness rewarding anyone."

Xiao Hua gave Ding Xiang a tender look, her face was also full of joy.

Let's not mention how valuable these things are. Although Xiao Hua has no knowledge, she has seen a few good things, but what King Jing sent over today is nothing compared to all the things in her previous life combined.

Especially the deep meaning contained in it can make His Royal Highness with such a temper raise the idea of ​​giving her something, which means she is thinking about her in his heart.

Thinking about last night, and looking at the things in front of me again, I felt a little more sweetness in my heart.

There was a sound of greetings from outside, listening to the sound, Xiao Hua asked Ding Xiang to cover a few brocade boxes, take them in and put them away. He straightened his hair and dress and went outside.

"I have seen His Highness."

The soft waist bowed down gracefully, and before the man squatted down, he was supported by King Jing. Xiaohua's small hand squirmed in King Jing's, and she pressed down with joy.

The two went to the west room to sit down, and Ding Lan served tea.

Obviously that person was sitting next to her, but Xiao Hua developed a shyness that did not dare to look at him. After dawdling for a while, she sneaked a peek at him, which happened to meet his eyes.

"Your Highness, drink tea."

He hurriedly picked up the teacup to cover it up, but spilled some tea and burned his fingertips.

Shrunken, Xiao Hua pinched her red fingers, and continued to pick it up as if nothing had happened, but King Jing took the tea cup and threw it aside.

"medicine."

Seeing this movement by the door, Ding Xiang went to get the ointment, and came back to apply the medicine to Xiao Hua, but was stopped by King Jing's hand.

"Your Highness, the concubine is fine, this little burn is just a little red, and it will heal in a while." Xiaohua said in a low voice.

As a slave, she would often get her fingers burned or something, so she wasn't that delicate.

Having said that, King Jing pinched his fingers and applied some medicine.

Xiao Hua looked at Wang Jing who was lowering his head in front of him, his eyes seemed to be very focused, his movements were a little clumsy but he was very careful to apply the medicine to her, his eyes were covered with mist.

She sniffed and said with a smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, the maid and concubine will not hurt."

King Jing didn't speak, put down the ointment bottle, glanced at her, and stroked her hair.

Touching the hair seems to be a way of expression of King Jing, because the meaning of the expression is different in different environments. What King Jing meant at this time should be to comfort her.

If King Jing's actions were translated into words, it should be telling her that she will be fine after taking the medicine.

Ding Xiang took the ointment and retreated, and Xiao Hua cautiously approached King Jing.

"Your Highness, you asked Eunuch Chang to send you something, and the maids and concubines liked it very much."

King Jing didn't speak, and stroked Xiao Hua's hair again. Then he took out a slender brocade box from his sleeve and handed it to Xiao Hua.

Xiaohua glanced at King Jing, took it, and opened it.

Inside is a red gold butterfly hairpin, the style is extremely simple, it is not precious, but the workmanship is surprisingly good, the red gold butterfly wings are made extremely thin, you can see the slightly trembling butterfly wings even if you don't move, as if alive Like. There is a red treasure the size of a grain of rice embedded in the mouth of the butterfly. The color of the red treasure is so vivid that it makes one's heart tremble.

The slender hand like white jade entered the bottom of the eyes, holding the hairpin, Xiaohua was in a daze, then felt a movement of the head, touched it with the tentacles, just touched the trembling butterfly.

Trembling in his heart, he lowered his eyes and saw the purse on the man's waist, which was not very colorful but had a small fancy eye. She couldn't help laughing. For the first time, she really laughed at King Jing, the man who was her husband's master.

For a moment, King Jing seemed to see the scenery of flowers blooming, his heart tightened inexplicably, and he brushed her hair with his hand.

"Are you happy?"