On the way back to the bedroom, Chang Jingjing looked at Fangcao sideways for a moment, and sighed secretly: Even she noticed that I didn't eat much, but you turned a blind eye......

King Zhao, who returned to the study, was not entangled in official duties as he said, but he didn't want Chang Jingjing to see the hope that he couldn't promise. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info sat on the mahogany chair next to the bookcase, King Zhao leaned back, his legs casually resting on the table, lazy and decadent.

At this time, Chang Jingjing sat on the bed in the bedroom with a sad and lost face, recalling the short time between the two of them, and the frustration in her heart was like a tide bursting the embankment, and the chaos was flooded with Chang Jingjing's difficult to repair the dry case.

In the scene just now, apart from the words alienation and coldness, Chang Jingjing couldn't find an adjective that could comfort herself.

Her insignificance, her humility, her carefulness, her shyness, there is no sparkle in the eyes of King Zhao, she thought that the temperament after convergence would be more lovely, but she didn't want to become an ordinary woman, where can she get into King Zhao's eyes.

She also knew that the superficial union between her and King Zhao was just because of the exchange of demands and returns, she shouldn't be delusional, she shouldn't be harsh on King Zhao, but where would she have expected that she would fall into King Zhao's unfazed eyes so easily.

At first, he was so determined that he would not be tempted, but now it seems extremely ridiculous.

Yes, people say that a hundred tempers become steel, and she only broke her heart once, how can she face such a man without being moved.

She lives in King Zhao's mansion, but she is like an outsider, she doesn't understand the rules, and she can't even change her title, even if it's a little maid - she can't look past her to remind her, let alone King Zhao, who was born in the royal family.

The more dazzling King Zhao is, the more she feels inferior, and King Zhao's gentle advice is a little harsh in Chang Jingjing's ears. Maybe women are changeable, they always feel that they don't know how to be, but they are conformist, they always feel that they are content enough, but they often sigh sentimentally.

If it goes on like this, the atmosphere is as cold as today, Chang Jingjing doesn't know how long she can last - is this God's punishment for not taking her feelings seriously last time, and is it really God who took pity on her and gave her a second chance? Chang Jingjing didn't know, she only knew that this kind of knowing moved her heart, but she couldn't say it, and the depression she showed was a kind of torture.

Chang Jingjing couldn't help but think of the ups and downs - the free, arbitrary and casual woman, the woman who insisted on herself, and the woman who lived an extremely chic life. Although Li Luo was whipped and bruised by the impermanence of the world, he was always able to get up with a smile and move on.

On the other hand, she herself - just **** such a trivial thing, let her tremble, repeatedly hide her bad side, and live in fear, as if this life can fill her empty heart except for this matter, there is no great thing to comfort her.

Chang Jingjing smiled like no one next to her, the smile was bright and eye-catching, so that the herbs who were waiting by the side also lost their minds for a moment. After all, since Chang Jingjing married into the palace, others have never seen her smile so brightly and relaxed.

Chang Jingjing found that when she was confused, think about what happened to Li Luo, and think about how Li Luo's character would deal with it, she could find her truest self and find a place to settle down to meet every tomorrow.

Since he already has a beloved woman, then I will stand not far from him and watch him be happy - he is willing to abide by the pure land in his heart and leave it to the person he loves the most, then I will do what he wants, I only hope that the other party is worthy of him, and can stand on the top of the mountain as soon as possible to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and grow old hand in hand.

Since he chose not to add to anyone's infatuation with him, I respected him and tried my best to keep this sweet secret, God knows that I know, without putting pressure on him, and also to cover up my unreciprocated feelings.

After figuring it out, Chang Jingjing's mood has broadened a lot, she is no longer obsessed with how unfair God is to her, nor is she entangled in how humble she is compared to King Zhao, and she no longer has anything else to mourn because King Zhao only promised her a stable life.

Perhaps, I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight, thinking like this, Chang Jingjing looked at Fangcao with a quiet face, and commanded softly:

"Fangcao, I want to rest early tonight, can you help me order some An Yi incense?"

Fangcao smiled when she heard this, and replied:

"Okay, slave and maid will go."

When he went to the outer hall and found incense, Fangcao took a small incense burner, put it on the edge of the window, and took the candlestick and lit it at the top of the incense.

Then, Fangcao was afraid that the fragrance that had just come out would be too strong and would smoke Chang Jingjing, so he stood by the windowsill and raised his hand to fan for a while, until the incense burned slowly, and the aroma emitted was not strong or heavy.

"Princess, do you want to extinguish the candle?"

Chang Jingjing hurriedly shook her head when she heard this, and replied with a smile:

"I can't help it, this palace has always been afraid of the dark, so let it go out by itself-"

Fangcao smiled when she saw Chang Jingjing's funny expression, but she didn't expect Chang Jingjing to have such a cute side, so she said to Chang Jingjing's debt:

"The slave and maid stopped disturbing the princess's rest, and she withdrew."

Fangcao was about to step out of the house, but she heard Chang Jingjing's hurried advice behind her, as if she had just thought of it-

"Wait! Fangcao, you go and ask the prince later—if you can't sleep comfortably in the study, you can find a bedroom nearby, so that he doesn't sleep well. ”

Fangcao turned around, and her smile was extremely ambiguous and meaningful:

"Yes, yes, yes! The princess cares about the health of the princess, and the slave will definitely serve the princess well for the princess, and will also convey your meticulous care for the princess on behalf of the princess! ”

Chang Jingjing stopped talking, but her expression was very indifferent, she slowly closed her eyes, pursed the corners of her mouth and began to rest.

Seeing this, Fangcao tiptoed to close the door, and then went straight to the palace study to spread the word.

When she came to the door of the study, Fangcao didn't knock on the door - just because King Zhao inexplicably hated the sound of knocking, so no one in the house would knock on the door like Chang Jingjing did before.

"Lord Wang, the slave maid is Fangcao-"

"What?"

Fangcao stretched her eyebrows when she heard the sound, thinking that fortunately, King Zhao had not stopped, so she immediately replied:

"Lord, the princess sent me to deliver a message—if you don't have a good rest in the study, let the slave and maid know, and the slave will pick up a spacious room nearby for you."

There was silence in the door, and the grass waited quietly, and after a long time, King Zhao said:

"Okay."

Fangcao was overjoyed when she heard this, thinking that Chang Jingjing's caring trick might really make King Zhao treat Chang Jingjing better, so she planned to go to the lobby opposite the study immediately to take a look, and then call a few little maids to clean up.

"Lord Wang, what do you think of the lobby opposite the study?"

"You can do it."

Seeing that King Zhao had no objections, Fangcao prepared to retire and quickly cleaned up the bedroom for King Zhao.

"Lord, if there are no other instructions, the slave will order someone to tidy up the house?" (To be continued.) )