Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

In a flash, more than half a month has passed, Fushun is in a good mood recently, humming a ditty early in the morning.

"Master, apprentice, I see that you are in a good mood these few days."

An Cheng is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old eunuch who waits in the back hall of Jingtai Hall. He has delicate features, and a smile on his face when he speaks, which is very attractive. Of course, this is only for His Highness or his master. When facing other people, An Cheng is very arrogant.

Fushun kicked him with a smile, "You kid will laugh at the master."

An Cheng made a gesture and was kicked staggeringly, then he turned around and approached Fushun with a smile on his face.

"Isn't the apprentice seeing you happy, master, and humming a ditty." An Cheng pretended to be aggrieved, which made Fushun laugh even harder.

Fushun cast a sideways glance at An Cheng, "You don't know why our family is happy? Where's Your Highness?"

"Your Highness is having breakfast at the front hall." An Cheng chuckled dryly, leaned close to Fushun and whispered, "Your Highness has been quiet, which is a great thing."

Mentioning this, the corners of Fushun's mouth couldn't stop rising.

"How are those little palace people doing? When our family is not here, you can ask someone to keep an eye on me."

"An Cheng is doing business, master, don't worry, I have someone watching."

"These little palace people are not very old, let Xiao Xiazi and the others teach them in a side-by-side manner."

"Master, don't worry about it." An Cheng knows what Fushun likes to hear, picks up what he likes, and says, "This time it will definitely work. See how long the ones arranged in the past can stay. This time it's been more than half a month. , which means that this time must have met His Highness's wishes. Master has a good eye and really knows how to pick people."

Fushun smiled, touched his smooth chin and said, "This is the best, lest our family be upset!"

An Cheng didn't answer this sentence, don't look at him talking freely with his master on weekdays. But he still understands what can be said and what can't be said, and he can't accept this.

As Fushun's apprentice, everyone in King Jing's Mansion looked at him highly.

But An Cheng knew that he was just a dispensable slave in King Jing's heart, unlike his master Fushun. His master grew up looking down on His Royal Highness King Jing, otherwise the slaves of any family would dare to blatantly arrange women around the master.

Of course, whether His Highness accepts it or not is another matter. Only Fushun can have the courage or let King Jing give some face.

Everyone in the whole family understands Prince Jing's dull temperament, but who dares to raise any opinions during this period, didn't they see that Princess Jing, who is the main concubine of His Highness Prince Jing, dared not say a word when she stayed alone in an empty room all day long.

After all, the royal family is different from other places. The majesty of the royal family cannot be violated. It is the master's business what the master thinks. If a slave says one more word, he will die.

At that time, there is no need for others to speak, and his master Fushun alone will not be able to spare him.

"Our family is going to the front hall. If it can be done this time, it will be for your benefit." After finishing speaking, Fushun left Shi Shiran.

After sending Fushun away with a smile on his face, An Cheng straightened up.

Xiao Lizi, who had been standing aside as an invisible person, approached and said, "Brother An, don't you need to tell Grandpa Fu about those little palace people?"

Fushun went to the temple to arrange people's affairs, and those who had served there for a long time knew about it. On the surface, Xiao Hua and the others saw that except for Xiao Xiazi and Xiao Qinzi who were willing to talk to them, the other eunuchs in the palace looked solemn. In fact, I don't know how many people are staring at them in secret, and everyone knows the secret tricks of a few small palace people.