Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 82 Are You Only 14 Years Old? (6)

"That's right, ma'am is really smart." Zhao Jing scratched her head and brought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of her, smiling flatteringly with a pair of peach eyes, "Ma'am, this is the leftover sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by the kitchen for the prince. I came to give you a taste, and no one else can eat it."

"No need, you can eat it." Xiangsi touched her lips subconsciously, it was difficult to eat anything even if her lips were torn.

Zhao Jing saw the clue, seeing such an obvious and large scar on her lip, she immediately smiled ambiguously, "The husband and wife relationship between Madam and Uncle is really... intense."

Pecking and grinding for a long time, pecking and grinding out a fierce word.

Acacia's face immediately turned green, and she frowned and said, "You don't know much about such a mess."

"I'm already fourteen." Zhao Jing giggled, staring desperately at her lips.

"You're only 14 years old?" This was beyond her expectation. She thought he was at least fifteen or sixteen years old with his eccentricity. The big man said, "Zhao Jing, help me keep an eye out for this person in the army these few days."

After all, she is a woman, and it is very inconvenient to come in and out of the barracks.

"Okay." Zhao Jing agreed, turned the portrait to her side, looked at it for a long time as if she suddenly understood something, and slowly faded the smile from her squinted eyes, and asked solemnly, "Ma'am, what are you doing for me?" Is this why you want to come to the barracks?"

Xiangsi knew what he wanted to say, reached out to take back the portrait, nodded calmly, and said calmly, "Yes, I really didn't bring you in on purpose, if you don't want to, I won't force it."

"That's not what I mean." Zhao Jing quickly snatched the portrait, "No matter what, Madam, you gave me a way to survive. I will repay my kindness, and I will naturally obey Madam's orders."

Afraid she might misunderstand, Zhao Jing spoke very eagerly, wishing to pour out her heart and soul.

"I'm not ordering you, I'm asking you for help." Xiangsi said, she didn't buy a servant.

"Help, definitely help." Zhao Jing erected the portrait and looked carefully, "Ma'am, what is this person's name? I can go back and find out."

(End of this chapter)