Chapter 1136： Oops, dressed as Pan Jinlian (51)

I heard that many maids and followers have recently been reported in the palace of the King of the Kings.

After losing the autumn match, the British king was obviously not so calm, and soon turned to the palace. What got the novelty, and what strange fruits were offered to the men ...

In short, if you calculate when the British King suddenly ran into the palace every day.

It probably all came down to that day when Gaoyouhe went to the King's Mansion.

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A blushing red 1xiong skirt, a faint gauze, a light-colored girdle around the waist, and a ring of ding dong.

At the window of the attic, the petite woman was holding her face in one hand and leaning halfway on the couch. Jade hands took the textbook lazily and looked up.

"Staff Xia, Lord Wang has something urgent to call for you." The maid hurriedly went up to the attic, but when she was near, she didn't dare to call out loud, only whispered outside the curtain.

"Go back to me, I know, and pass right away." Xia Qiu's eyes lifted, and she glanced at the maidservant. The words on her hands were thrown on the small table beside her, and everyone sat up.

"Yes." The maidservant lowered her head and hurried back.

Xia Qiu moved her neck, stretched her waist, and got up to stay.

A piece of green silk was scattered behind her, and her waist was so long that she looked even more beautiful. She took the ivory comb and combed it, and she simply saved herself a cloud, facing the bronze mirror and finishing her skirt. Shi Ran went down to the attic.

Everyone at Duan Wangfu knows that the new female aides who are in Duan Wangfu are very beautiful and have a very strange temperament. They are obviously the masters but they are the least accustomed to wait for others. They do everything themselves and usually give it to her when they enter Pack up the room and have a meal.

But Xia Qiu wasn't really a bad temper, just staying in Duan Wangfu's "doing nothing", and slowly he became a little lazy, and he was unwilling to see all kinds of disorders. Over time, there have been these rumors.

-But this rumor simply made her clearer, and Xia Qiu was unwilling to wash it away.

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Autumn day and noon, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is a bit too hot.

In the lobby of the Duanwang Palace, Zhao Jing sat upright, but in his heart he pressed the eager anxiety, talking to the staff next to him, and looking out of the lobby.

"Why haven't you come yet? Didn't Xia's staff hear it? Go call it again!" Wait, wait, anxious, Zhao Jing told the niece who had just called Xia Qiu.

"Yes, Lord." The maidservant blew her face, and hurriedly walked outside the hall, without taking a few steps, and from the distance Shi Ran had already come over.

Wu Hong's dress, glamorous but not dazzling, was like a lingering cloud, floating towards the lobby.

Zhao Jing's heart seemed to be quiet suddenly, knowing the impatience of the news in the palace, it seemed to be calmed by this figure instantly.

"Staff Xia, Lord Wang is waiting for you to be anxious!"

As soon as Xia Qiu stepped into the lobby, the scribe on the right hand smiled immediately.

Following Zhao Jing these days, nothing else, judging Xia Qiu's general direction, these follow Zhao Jing for many years also have to serve, even familiar with each other.

If there were no Xia Qiu, Duan Wangfu might have been snatched out of this battle for a long time, unlike now, it seems that they are evenly matched.

"The staff of the king has always been amused." Glancing at the scribe, Zhao Jing didn't know what to do. He just felt like he was being said to be broken, and his ears were hot.