Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Her clothes were all bought in Jingtai hall. They looked good. In fact, they were quite different from the wives and concubines of other king Jing in the house. It can be seen from the day of the new year's Eve banquet that, not to mention Princess Jing and Princess Qiao, the two jade ladies alone won a lot more than her. He used to be a little palace man, but he didn't stick to these. Now he has changed his identity, so he has to change his clothes and clothes to suit his "identity".

After a while, lilac said to Xiaohua carefully, "it's just that the time is too urgent to catch up with tomorrow. Only this cloak can be worn tomorrow."

Xiaohua smiled and said, "it's all right. I don't pay attention to these."

Lilac didn't speak again, but Xiaohua understood what she meant.

Where there are many women, there are more rights and wrongs, and most women in the backyard are vain. If you dress luxuriantly, others will look up at you. If you dress too shabby, you will be ridiculed and despised. Xiaohua has seen too many such in her last life. A piece of jewelry and a piece of clothes will trigger a lot of topics.

When she came back from her hard work, Xiao Hua had analyzed the situation. Most of the women in the backyard were very idle and had a common man. Everyone is picking bones in eggs. If they catch something bad, they want to trample people to death.

If you are not angry, others will be happy. If you are angry, others will just do what they want. Most of the disputes in the backyard come from this way. They are jealous and picky. There are only so many favors. If you give more points, others will give less points. It's not to fight for life and death when you seize the opportunity?!

I didn't expect that in her two lives, the environment was different, and the situation was almost the same. Tomorrow, she will officially enter the backyard of King Jing's house.

I don't know if I can say no.

Xiaohua knows that her idea is some nonsense. The attitude of Princess Jing she has analyzed these days makes her feel a little on pins and needles. As for the other three, she doesn't know, but she can know that there will be a hard battle tomorrow just by imagination.

I hope I can handle it properly tomorrow.

Thinking so, Xiaohua sighed again.

The lilac sitting below heard the sigh, her eyes flashed and didn't speak.

King Jing is very busy these days. He has no leisure because he is celebrating the new year.

Daheishan reported it and caught two spies. King Jing attached great importance to it, so the news was not delayed because it was the new year.

King Jing knew that there were people in his fief. He had been calm earlier. Unexpectedly, this time, just because of a slight difference, he blew up fish under the water.

The two men were dead and killed themselves after they were caught.

The situation is a little grim. King Jing began to investigate below.

He was not upset about this situation. It was better to leak it early than to hide it all the time, so that he could be prepared for prevention.

Huang Qin is king Jing's aide and a professor in King Jing's house. The professor is a lowly official from the ninth grade under the long history department. He has no fixed number of personnel and is responsible for teaching the education of the vassal king and his children. That's true. In fact, it's all human. Generally, the professors in the vassal Palace are the private aides of the vassal to assist the vassal to give advice.

Huang Qin is more than 50 years old and has never met a talented person in his first half of life. He said he was a scholar, but he didn't even win a scholar. After many years of mediocrity, I finally realized that I was not good at standard articles. There were some smart people, but I was good at cunning. So I found a way to be a teacher and counselor.

Unfortunately, the master also needs to be qualified. How can someone who is not even a scholar find such a person to act as his master. They barely find their masters, and they are all petty officials.