To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 188 She is Chaohua

   "Why?" Cui Hong seemed to have heard a big joke, and her voice raised slightly, "I also want to ask why you are also from a humble background, you just have rich clothes and good food, and your servants call your servants, but I am your servant?"

   Chaohua seemed to be taken aback, staring blankly at her.

  Cui Hong's expression became more and more distorted: "Is it true that the servants feel that they don't beat or scold, and that the people who serve you should be grateful to Dade?"

   "I didn't think so." Chao Hua seemed to have recovered, and said calmly.

  Cuihong sneered: "The selection of servants is really able to withstand the blow, and he has returned to his calm and calm appearance so quickly. What I hate is your calm and breezy!?"

Cuihong pointed to herself: "Do you know how I was able to wait on you from a little maid doing chores? I have survived for five years! I was born not bad, but I have nothing, and you have nothing. If you don’t have to fight, you have everything, why?”

   Chao Hua looked at Cui Hong with a distorted face, and smiled sadly: "How can there be so many things in this world? If I had to choose, I would rather do chores for a lifetime than have these."

  She didn't have to fight for these things, but it was because of the princess.

  If she could change the life of the princess, she would rather have nothing, even if she lost her life.

   Cui Hong hated it even more when she heard it: "Bah! Stop pretending. Now that you don't have the crown prince's favor, let's see how long you can be arrogant!"

   Chao Hua looked at her with a sad expression: "I lost the crown prince's favor, what good will it do you?"

   "Benefits?" Cui Hong smiled suddenly, raised her hand to caress her pale cheeks, "This is not something to worry about when choosing a servant."

   Chao Hua's indifferent gaze swept across her face, with a sneer hanging from the corner of her mouth: "Do you think you can become the second me?"

   Cui Hong proudly raised her chin: "Why not? I am younger than you, lighter than you, and know how to make people happy. Why can't Your Highness favor me?"

  An angry voice came: "Cui Hong, no wonder you didn't even eat dinner at night, and forced yourself to be so hungry that you gasped for breath after walking a few steps. So that's the idea!"

   "Shut up!" Cui Hong turned around abruptly, pointed at Qing'er and scolded, "Do you think everyone is like you, who has no ambitions and is just waiting to die?"

Qing'er came over with a bowl of noodle soup, and said with a sneer, "I'm just waiting to die without ambition, what about you? I think your heart is higher than the sky, and your life is thinner than paper! You made Xuanshi fall out of favor, thinking that Can I still see His Highness? Let's have a sweet dream."

   Cuihong walked up to Qing'er, raised her hand and slapped her across the face.

  Qing'er was caught off guard and spilled most of the noodle soup with a shake of her hand.

  She suddenly became anxious: "Cuihong, are you in a daze? I managed to get this for the servant!"

Cuihong looked at the bowl of noodles with only half of the clear soup and little water left, and couldn't help laughing: "This is the rice you served for the waiter? Hehe, it doesn't feel good to be looked down upon by others, right? Qing'er, I advise you to choose Think about your way out."

  Qing'er put the soup bowl on the table, rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and said, "You madman, see if I don't tear your rotten mouth!"

   "Qing'er—" Chao Hua called out.

  Qing'er, who was about to fight with Cuihong, hurriedly turned her head: "Xianshi, what are your orders?"

   "Don't argue with her, bring me the meal."

  Qing'er was taken aback for a moment: "Choose a waiter?"

   Chaohua said lightly: "There is always food to eat."

  Qing'er was overjoyed, and quickly brought the soup bowl over.

   Cui Hong looked coldly at Chao Hua's drooping eyes as she ate, and curled her lips: "There are some people who usually put on a lofty appearance, but they are actually reluctant to die."

   "Go out." Chao Hua looked at her.

   Cui Hong stood still: "Stop putting on airs of choosing a waiter, you think it's still the same as before."

   Torturing servant Yuxuan to death, she has done a great job with the princess, and then she won't have to suffer in this crappy place.

  She can't fight or kill, so she can only turn words into sharp knives to deal with this woman.

   "What if I die now? Do you think His Highness can let you go?" Chao Hua asked coldly.

   Cui Hong was taken aback, a little panicked.

  Yesterday, His Highness left in a rage and kicked her hard.

  His Highness is angry with her, the person who exposed Yuxuan servant. If Yuxuan servant dies now, then she may be in danger.

   No, Yuxuan servant can't die so soon.

   Chaohua saw that Cuihong's expression changed, and she raised her voice: "Get out!"

   "Just go out, thinking that I would like to see your dejected face." Cui Hong was afraid in her heart, she didn't dare to twist anymore, turned around and went out.

  Finally, his ears were clean, and Chaohua closed his eyes.

  Qing'er persuaded: "Xianshi, don't take it to your heart, Cuihong has lost her mind, and after a long time, she will know that it is wishful thinking."

   Chao Hua opened her eyes and shook her head: "I can't wait that long."

   "Choose a waiter?" Qing'er was startled.

  What do you mean by choosing a waiter?

   Chaohua got up and walked to the window.

  The window is not big, but you can still see a touch of greenery outside the window.

  She leaned on the window frame and said softly: "It rained yesterday, but it's sunny today."

  Qing'er became more and more flustered when she heard this.

  Choose a waiter like this, do you really want to commit suicide?

   "The sky is fine, but the wind is still cool. The princess must go to the garden."

  There is a garden in the East Palace, with rockery and winding water, shaded by flowers and trees, it is a good place for summer recreation.

  The princess is lonely in the palace and often hangs around in the garden.

   "Choice waiter, what's wrong with you—"

  Chaohua retracted his gaze, fixedly looked at Qing'er, and lowered his voice extremely low: "Qing'er, you said before that you should be an ox or a horse to repay me, remember?"

  Qing'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Your maidservant remembers that choosing a servant saved the life of my maidservant's sister. Don't talk about being an ox or a horse, if you want your slaveservant's life, this slaveservant is willing to give it to you."

  Qing'er originally had an older sister who was also a maid in the palace, and she was almost old enough to leave the palace, but suddenly fell ill.

  In the palace, ordinary palace girls are not qualified to ask the imperial doctor when they are sick, and they can only resign themselves to fate.

   It was Chaohua who helped invite the imperial physician to make Qing'er's sister survive.

  After Qing'er's sister left the palace, Qing'er asked the little **** who was in charge of shopping for the palace to inquire about it. He knew that her sister married a beloved man, and now she has both children and can take care of her elderly and sick parents.

   So far, Qing'er is completely devoted to Chaohua.

   Chaohua looked at Qing'er for a long time, stretched out his hand to trim her broken hair, and said softly: "Silly girl, I don't want your life, I want you to help me kill someone else!"

  Qing'er suddenly opened her eyes wide: "Choose a waiter!"

   After an unknown amount of time, Chaohua pushed Qing'er to the vanity mirror, and said softly, "Qing'er, open your eyes."

  Qing'er, who had kept her eyes closed all the time, opened her eyes, looked at the person in the mirror and covered her mouth in surprise.

  She is clearly sitting in front of the vanity mirror, but why isn't she the person in the mirror!

   Looking at Qing'er's reaction, Chao Hua raised the corners of her lips, picked up the eyebrow stone placed on the countertop, and carefully drew the eyebrows stroke by stroke.

  She is Chaohua, the maid of the princess, who is good at dressing and painting.

   It's just that outsiders don't know that she is best at disguise.

  A piece of eyebrow stone, a box of makeup powder, describe a thousand-faced life.

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)