After hanging out all night, Xiao Hua did not see King Jing when she woke up the next morning.
Thinking of the lewdness last night, she couldn't help blushing again, and she stayed on the bed for a long time without moving.
Ding Lan outside the tent heard the movement and asked in a low voice, "Madam, do you want to get up?"
Xiaohua hummed and sat up as if nothing had happened.
Ding Lan hooked up the tent, helped Xiaohua put on a clothes to cover her body, and helped her to the bathroom.
After taking a bath and cleaning her teeth with salt powder, Xiaohua came out with her hair covered.
"What do you want for breakfast, Madam?" Lilac asked aside.
"You look at it."
Others are very assertive when eating, or they are picky eaters, and most of them are left to the personal palace people to watch when they go to Mrs. Hua's place. Xiaohua saves trouble, but the cloves who are responsible for ordering meals every day are big enough, and she also thinks about accompaniment and side dishes.
The lady likes spicy food, but Clove does not want the lady to eat more. Although the lady will always rely on her in the end, but Lilac is not the master who does not know the eyes, she always has to think about how to arrange the lady's meal, not only to satisfy her appetite, but also to prevent her from getting angry.
Lilac turned around and went out to the Dian Restaurant, while Ding Lan and Chuncao were applying grease to Xiaohua, combing her hair, and changing her clothes.
After some work, Xiaohua went to the corridor to breathe the fresh morning air.
At this time, the snow has melted, and the trees and flower beds in the courtyard are gradually showing some greenery. It seems that spring has come all at once. The golden morning light sprinkled in the courtyard, making people feel better.
Lilac came back and set up the meal in the main room, and came out to call her, "Madam, let's eat."
Xiaohua nodded, and went into the house with her feet raised.
After breakfast, Xiaohua went for a walk in the courtyard for a while and came back, and then she took out the dress made for Mother He and began to embroider.
While embroidering, I was thinking about what happened last night in my mind, and my face turned red just thinking about it...
In the morning, King Jing left early in the morning.
On the way to the martial arts field, the words she said last night, 'Does Your Highness like it? '
He never answered, but in fact he liked it very much. Don't say it, say it, just thinking about it makes him feel a little embarrassed.
Growing up, he had long forgotten what it was like to be embarrassed, but he fully realized it last night. I didn't think about it last night, but when I think about it now, I feel the little intention in her behavior.
I was a little annoyed in my heart, but to say it was annoyed and wrong, it was very complicated anyway.
As a result, the boxing techniques that were originally very proficient all the way, but today are frequently made mistakes, but King Jing didn't realize it, and he was still practicing there with a straight face.
Master Yan was King Jing's martial arts master and taught him martial arts for many years. Every day when King Jing was practicing in the morning, he would watch from the side and occasionally give some pointers.
Master Yan, who is five-year-old, three-thick, and bearded, has a stocky and majestic figure like a bear. He stood aside and looked at King Jing, who was very strange this morning, with strange eyes.
He bumped Fu Shun, who was standing beside him, with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Old Fu, what's wrong with Your Highness today?"
Fushun was most reluctant to be told that he was old, but this Yan Manzi always poked his sore spot without any scruples.
You say he did it on purpose, maybe it is, but everyone knows that this Yan Manzi never speaks openly, and he is a jerk.
Such an open mouthed person, even King Jing doesn't care about him, how can others care about him, so Fushun can only roll his eyes impatiently and say, "How does our family know!"
Yan Manzi put his arms around Fushun's shoulders, and said with a serious face: "You follow Your Highness all day long, I wish you were listening to the corners of the next room, what else would you not know?"
Talking to a rough person is annoying. Fushun impatiently pushed Yan Manzi's hand around his shoulder away, "Go, go, you are listening to the corner." .
"Hey, by the way, let me ask you something." Approaching Fushun's bear face, he smiled grimly (wretched).
"what?"
"It is said that our Highness is very moved, and there is a little lady who is favored in the backyard."
This matter is not a secret. King Jing's mansion seems to occupy a vast area, but some generals and guards live in King King's mansion, and rumors have long been revealed. It's just that outsiders don't know everything in detail, and the backyard is far away from where they live. Yan Manzi has never been serious, has a bit of bad taste, and is very curious. .
After all, King Jing is known to everyone with a pure heart and few desires. In the eyes of a lustful person like Yan Manzi, he is simply the reincarnation of a banished immortal. Usually, it is very incomprehensible. Naturally very curious.
Fushun glanced at Yan Manzi, pretended to be too lazy to pay attention, and said righteously: "How can a servant take out the matter of the master and tell outsiders."
Yan Manzi snorted, "Don't pretend to be serious here, you old guy is also a peer." He clicked his tongue twice, "I forgot to ask about what kind of woman would attract men to like it. Now, how about you, have you found someone you like?"
Although Fushun is a eunuch, there are many differences between eunuchs and eunuchs. There have always been eunuchs in the palace who have a habit of eating each other. Fushun, as the chief eunuch of King Jing's mansion, is also the person who is in front of His Royal Highness King Jing. Yan Manzi also knows this, so he will say this.
As soon as this matter was mentioned, Fu Shun's face darkened.
Thinking that when he inquired about 'what kind of woman a man likes', he asked Yan Manzi to inquire about it. This rude thing is extremely vulgar, not to mention it. Afterwards, he took it out to publicize it everywhere. Many generals in the mansion saw him, and they all came over to 'exchange experience' with him as if 'I understand', so that he could have a pure heart. The old eunuch, who had been sluggish all his life, was really irritable for a while.
For the sake of His Royal Highness, not only did he lose his old face, but also his reputation was completely ruined, and he also lost the notoriety of being old-fashioned, which made some palace people in the palace look at him with deep meaning.
"Go go, you vulgar barbarian."
Yan Manzi laughed and scratched his head, "I'm just called Yan Manzi, so naturally he's a barbarian. As for vulgarity, hehe, at least I don't do things like some people do."
This remark made Fu Shun slump in anger.
"Hey, what do you think of our Highness when your heart is in a big mood? You always like to squat outside and listen to the corner, tell me." Yan Manzi looked like he was scratching his head.
Fushun was unmoved, "The matter of the master is not something that we slaves can talk about. If you are curious, you can ask His Highness."
Yan Manzi looked like 'you pit me'.
But he was really curious, and before his thick fingers rubbed his beard for a moment, he took a tiger's stride and approached King Jing, who had started to practice archery again.
Fushun was dumbfounded, this savage is not really going to ask His Royal Highness, is he thinking of cold sweat, but he doesn't dare to go forward to stop it, for fear that he will let him be offered by the unobstructed rough goods. ' to ask.
King Jing, holding a bow in one hand, was earnestly shooting arrows at a target fifty meters away, next to a little eunuch holding a quiver.
King Jing has been practicing arrows for a few years, and his accuracy has always been good, but today he doesn't know why he always misses the bull's-eye.
Yan Manzi dawdled over, pushed the little eunuch away, grabbed the quiver and held it by himself. King Jing thought he was here to instruct him to shoot arrows, and felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't show much on his face.
"His Royal Highness, it is said that you have a favorite little lady, how is it, finally Fan's heart is moved?" Yan Manzi's mode of opening has always been able to make people unable to find the north.
Yan Manzi is actually not his real name, his real name is Yan Qing, a very elegant name, but unfortunately he has a bear-like appearance with a thick beard and a bear. Although this person is somewhat incomprehensible, and his speech is not blocked, his martial arts are indeed strong. Let's put it this way, almost none of the generals in the entire Jingwang Mansion, Jiafuwei, are his opponents. King Jing wanted to practice martial arts at first, so he wanted to find someone with outstanding martial arts to teach him, so he found him.
And Yan Manzi doesn't change his nature wherever he goes, so what to say, King Jing is a little helpless, but he is very loving, he is his own martial arts master, and he has saved his own life, so he is usually very patient.
Hearing this at this time, King Jing's expression was not obvious, but his hand shook, and the arrow that flew out was directly missed, not even hitting the target.
King Jing gave a gloomy and inexplicable look at Yan Manzi, who had a beard and an extremely wretched smile, then put his eyes back on the target where he was, drew an arrow from the quiver, and opened the bow and aimed the arrow.
People in this mansion who are a little closer to King Jing all understand King Jing's disposition, so speaking to himself is also a necessary skill.
Yan Manzi laughed lewdly, leaned closer and continued, "How is it? Are you happy like a fairy?"
This is not enough, and he complained again: "I just said that you can't think about it, such a big king, His Royal Highness King Jing, is not close to women on weekdays, so anxious that Lao Fu and the old goods are running around in circles. What a woman is a woman. The object is fragrant and soft, and if you hug it to sleep at night, there will be no worries."
No one responded to him, but the arrow in King Jing's hand never shot out.
"Hey, that old guy, Lao Fu, thought we didn't know, who didn't know that when he asked about that, he was picking a woman for you." Yan Manzi winked and bumped into King Jing with his elbow, smiling wryly, "He is It's not that the ones I picked for you are round and big butts with lots of flesh and warped, hehe, men like this, don't thank me too much."
It stands to reason that other people would become angry when they heard this. King Jing's thinking was different from that of the National People's Congress. After hearing this, I felt a little embarrassed, but a thought flashed through my mind reflexively.
Fortunately, it is indeed getting bigger and bigger.
The reason why Ban Xian is Ban Xian is because he is not close to the mortal world and does not stick to women's lust, and he is cold and indifferent. But now that the exiled immortal is stained with women's lust, in the heart of Yan Manzi, the exiled immortal is no longer an immortal, but a man who is too boring.
Now that we are both human and men, we can naturally talk between men when we are together. Moreover, Yan Manzi seriously doubted whether the exiled King King Jing would do such a thing, and he could not even find his way.
Of course, this kind of thinking is a bit nonsense. After all, King Jing also has a wife and a concubine. It's just that he has always been such a pure-hearted and indifferent image, and it's no wonder that Yan Manzi, who thinks differently from ordinary people, thinks this way. .
After thinking about it, I said that this is the nature of Yan Manzi.
"His Royal Highness, by the way, do you know it?" He glanced at King Jing with a very suspicious look, with a bit of good intentions, "If you don't know it, you must say it. If you don't know it, we can learn it. Master, I'll teach you."
King Jing's 'pure' head could no longer keep up with Yan Manzi's rhythm, but he still heard the news that this Manzi was saying that he wouldn't.
The long and narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed, and King Jing suddenly wanted to shoot the arrow into the unobstructed bear face in front of him.
At this time, even if his mind was simple, Yan Manzi could see King Jing's dissatisfaction.
He laughed dryly and explained: "It's not for the happiness of you and the little lady, I'll tell you, men are not good at that, but they are not good, they will be despised by the women in the house... man If your technique is good, you will oppress the woman, but if your technique is not good, the woman will oppress you..."
He used his daily experience of getting along with the tigress in the house and used it as an example to give King Jing an example. Who knew that the speaker was inadvertently listening and meant it, which made King Jing directly black.
The face here is getting colder and colder, and Yan Manzi continues to talk, "This woman, you only need to feed her to make her feel comfortable, I promise you that she will not dare to go west and smile at you. Flowers... not to mention the fun... hehehe..."
Fushun pricked up his ears and couldn't listen any longer, and spat loudly: "You think everyone is like you, and you have a tigress at home, don't use your foul language to dirty your Highness's ears..." King Jing said, "It's time for your Royal Highness to go to the front yard. I'm not going to practice today, right?"
King Jing remained silent, glared at Yan Manzi, handed the bow in his hand to the little eunuch beside him, and hurriedly raised his feet and left.
Yan Manzi was still on the sidelines, and said straightly: "Lao Fu, you really hurt my self-esteem as a big man. I'm not afraid of her, but respect, understand? Do you understand?"
Having a Hedong lion at home has always been a pain in Yan Manzi's heart. In the past, he was lustful and lustful, and now he was forced to be happy. Fushun's words just stabbed his heart and lungs, making him jump.
Fushun let out a snort, and gave him a look of contempt, ignoring him.
"It doesn't make sense to you old guy." Yan Manzi waved his hand in disguise, and wanted to chase King Jing, but was forced away by Fushun, and he could only stay behind.
The author has something to say: shouted: "His Royal Highness, I will send you something good tomorrow, let's communicate together when you have time."
King Jing, who was far away, moved a little faster invisibly.
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King Jing's appearance was not obvious, but he always remembered what Yan Manzi said in his heart.
If you have good skills, you will oppress women. If you have bad skills, you will be oppressed by women...
Combined with the situation last night, King Jing didn't say a word for the whole day.
No matter how simple a man was, he knew that he was under pressure for most of the time last night, especially Yan Manzi's words that a man's skills are not good enough to be despised by women, which really touched King Jing's heart.
It's a pity that King Jing has always been dull. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he doesn't show it on the face. Others naturally don't know the little depression in his heart.
When I came back from the front yard at night, I didn't plan to go to the west yard, so I turned in the direction of the west yard involuntarily.