"Yerba grass?"

The maidservant who was standing outside the door and waiting hurriedly said:

"Princess, are you awake? The prince is back home! I'm going to eat at the house today, and I'm not going anywhere! ”

Chang Jingjing was stunned for a while, and then realized that she hadn't replied to the maid because she was too happy, she hurriedly got up, and while arranging her clothes, she commanded outside the door:

"I'm awake, come in—"

After the maid came in lightly, she looked at Chang Jingjing with a hesitant face for a while, and then opened her mouth to remind Chang Jingjing:

"Princess, in front of the prince later, you still call yourself the palace...... After all, the royal family has royal rules, and the princess finally looked forward to the prince's return, which made the prince unhappy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Chang Jingjing was surprised for a moment when she heard this, but she was still very grateful for the kindness of the maid, so she smiled and said:

"Well, I ...... No, Hongu remembered! ”

After speaking, Chang Jingjing smiled bitterly to herself, and said secretly in her heart: He doesn't care at all, and he won't teach me to learn the palace rules by hand......

Seeing that Chang Jingjing was a little distracted, the maid said:

"Princess, dinner has been prepared, do you personally call the prince to go to the side hall for dinner, or do you order your subordinates to call for it?"

Chang Jingjing looked back, thought about it for a while, and finally thought about King Zhao, I don't know if King Zhao has been emaciated recently, whether his body is well, so he replied:

"It's better for this palace to call him himself."

The maid smiled sweetly and nodded approvingly......

When she came to the study, Chang Jingjing's expression was a little hesitant, her slender elbows were raised and lowered, put down and raised, and she hesitated for a while whether to knock on the door, thinking about whether the people in the door were busy, and whether she would make the other party unhappy if she disturbed like this.

Frowning, Chang Jingjing finally mustered up the courage to knock the back of her hand on the door frame.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Who?"

Hearing the questions from the people inside the door, Chang Jingjing's heart jumped sharply, and she replied with a flustered face:

"It's me...... Dinner is ready, would you like to come to the side room to enjoy it together? ”

I didn't hear any sound for a long time, Chang Jingjing's face was a little gloomy, and she guessed in her heart that it was not because King Zhao didn't like her interruption, and when she was about to turn around and leave, she only heard a soft "creak", and King Zhao appeared in Chang Jingjing's sight with a tired expression.

Without any extra greetings, King Zhao glanced at Chang Jingjing and said expressionlessly:

"Let's go—"

Chang Jingjing didn't squeak, she followed closely behind King Zhao, she stared at the tips of her shoes, buried her head in walking, until she suddenly hit King Zhao's sturdy back, and Shi Cai looked up in amazement.

King Zhao stared helplessly at the top of Chang Jingjing's hurriedly drooping forehead, and whispered:

"In the future, when you talk to this king, you have to call yourself a concubine."

Chang Jingjing pounded her head shyly, she didn't know why her heart rate was so fast, she was just afraid to look at King Zhao.

King Zhao's tone of voice was not harsh, and even mild, Xu was that Chang Jingjing rarely communicated with King Zhao, so she showed a timid appearance, or King Zhao had already lived in Chang Jingjing's heart, which made her have to be cautious in her words and deeds, and she had to consider King Zhao's emotions before saying a word, and before doing a thing.

When Chang Jingjing raised her eyes again, King Zhao had already turned into the corridor in front of her, and Chang Jingjing breathed a sigh of light and followed with brisk steps.

Coming to the side hall, King Zhao sat down by himself, waiting for the people in the house to pass the meal, Chang Jingjing then entered the side hall, and walked to a position a little farther away from King Zhao without squinting.

After both of them arrived, the head of the house shouted to pass the meal, and after a while, all kinds of exquisite meals were carried by a group of maids.

The dishes have been served, and Chang Jingjing is sitting in danger and does not dare to move the chopsticks, looking at King Zhao with the corner of her eyes to see if she has moved.

King Zhao picked up the silver chopsticks, glanced at Chang Jingjing, and whispered:

"Let's move the chopsticks."

Chang Jingjing shook her head when she heard the sound, and then pinched the chopsticks in her hand and looked at the plate of side dishes in front of her.

Bucai's little slave stood beside King Zhao, carefully observing whether King Zhao's eyes stayed on a certain delicacy, and seeing that King Zhao glanced at the asparagus more, the little slave hurriedly picked up a few asparagus with his wide sleeves and put them into the jade plate in front of King Zhao.

Chang Jingjing also had a little slave who cooked vegetables for her, but that little slave was useless, just because Chang Jingjing had no intention of letting him help choose the dishes-

Bucai's little slave looked unnaturally beside Chang Jingjing, holding the special long chopsticks and standing for a long time, looking so embarrassed.

King Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at the little slave behind Chang Jingjing, and said disapprovingly:

"The princess is not used to being served, so you can step down."

Hearing King Zhao say this, Chang Jingjing Shi realized that the little slave behind her had her duties, and seeing that King Zhao's gestures were full of elegance and nobility, Chang Jingjing suddenly felt inferior: she was like a dumpling in the countryside, and she had never seen a village woman in the world.

The little slave behind Chang Jingjing was rescued by King Zhao, and he couldn't wait to leave Chang Jingjing's side quickly, so he naturally retreated as if he was about to be amnesty.

King Zhao retracted his gaze and continued to eat, as if his appetite was fine, but he was not very interested.

King Zhao's mind was not on Chang Jingjing, so he didn't notice it - when he sent away the little slave who was Chang Jingjing's cloth, Chang Jingjing put down the dishes and chopsticks and never picked them up again.

It wasn't until King Zhao was full, took the handkerchief handed by the subordinate next to him, and dipped his thin lips in it, that he saw the absent-minded Chang Jingjing, sitting there with a very awkward appearance.

"No appetite?"

Hearing King Zhao's inquiry, Chang Jingjing immediately came back to her senses, pursed her lips and waved her hands, but her face had an expression of wanting to speak and stopping.

As if to penetrate Chang Jingjing's thoughts, King Zhao saw this and reassured:

"The royal family is different from ordinary families, this is unusual - that is, there are more rules, just adapt slowly, don't be anxious."

Listening to King Zhao's relaxed ridicule, Chang Jingjing's cheeks turned red, and she replied in a soft voice:

"Yes."

Seeing this, King Zhao nodded with satisfaction, and then seemed to be leaving, Chang Jingjing saw that King Zhao was leaving again, so she hurriedly got up and asked:

"Lord Wang, are you leaving again?"

King Zhao paused and did not turn around, but only replied softly:

"There are too many official duties, so I can only stay in the study tonight."

After speaking, King Zhao may have been unable to bear it and the guilt of not being able to give Chang Jingjing the truth of his husband and wife, so he added:

"Fangcao, take care of the princess."

Fangcao, who was standing behind the dinner table, heard the words and hurriedly said:

"Yes! The slave and maid obey His Highness's instructions! ”

Hearing Fangcao's reply, King Zhao Shicai stepped out of the side hall without a moment of nostalgia, Chang Jingjing walked a few steps, stood by the door and watched King Zhao leave, until King Zhao's figure disappeared, Chang Jingjing looked at Fangcao with a lonely face:

"Fangcao, let's go back to the room with Hongu......"

Seeing that Chang Jingjing was in a hurry to leave, Fangcao thought that Chang Jingjing had not eaten much at all, so she asked tentatively:

"Princess, the slave saw that you had eaten too little just now, why don't you use some more? This dish is still hot, and there is no rush to remove it! ”

Chang Jingjing smiled bitterly when she heard this, and shook her head at Fangcao, Fangcao had no choice but to step forward and hold Chang Jingjing's arm and accompany Chang Jingjing back to the bedroom. (To be continued.) )