martial arts arena.
Today, King Jing came early, and Yan Manzi came early.
Yan Manzi suppressed the commotion for a day and a night. He got up early this morning and ran over early this morning. His family, He Dongshi, also said that he changed his sex today, but he didn't know that it was because of his bad taste.
Seeing that King Jing, who was two moments earlier than before, was standing on the martial arts field practicing boxing, Yan Manzi was surprised for a moment. Then he thought of King Jing's usual diligence, but he didn't think too much. Just a few sighs at King Jing's concentration, but even the nephrite jade and Wenxiang can't change his habits.
"Your Highness, it's so early."
Yan Manzi looked around, but he didn't see Fu Shun, a follower, but two little eunuchs serving in the corner of the martial arts field. He smiled and leaned forward, and took out a few books from his arms.
"His Royal Highness, look at what good things I brought you."
When King Jing saw Yan Manzi approaching, he stopped his movements so as not to accidentally injure others. Although Yan Manzi was highly skilled in martial arts, ten King Jing could not beat him, but this was due to inertia.
"These are all good things. I have treasured them for a long time. I lent them to you, and you can remember to return them to me later." When he handed them over to King Jing, Yan Manzi grinned in distress, which was enough to show how much he cared. these books.
King Jing glanced at the cover and couldn't see what it was, but he already had a bad premonition in his heart.
He froze and didn't pick it up, but he was a little curious.
Yan Manzi's eyes are old, and just looking at King Jing's 'righteous' appearance is enough to understand his inner 'longing'.
"Hey, hey, don't you want to borrow it, Lao Niu asked me to borrow it a few times, but I didn't borrow it from him."
Lao Niu is a general in King Jing's mansion, and he has a very deep 'friendship' with Yan Manzi. After getting married, even if there was a Hedong lion in the family, it did not hinder the friendship between the two, but Yan Manzi no longer went to find flowers and willows with Lao Niu.
King Jing was depressed last night. He got up and left early this morning. At this time, he heard Yan Manzi babbling on the side, saying some foul language, and he was a little annoyed, but he thought again.
He looked at the two eunuchs standing in the corner, waved his hands, and the two went down silently.
When Yan Manzi saw this situation, he understood it, and smiled wretly.
"Ha, finally enlightened, come come, let's talk."
Having said that, he dragged King Jing to a table in the corner, dragged a stool and sat down, and asked King Jing to sit too.
Yan Manzi thought that King Jing would not follow him, but who knew that people came over with him and sat down beside him. In addition to his astonishment, the smile on his face was even more lewd and slutty. He even covered up one or two things for King Jing, and said in a rough voice: "Men, it's all good, don't be shy, you have thin skin and no meat to eat."
Thin skin, no meat to eat, is what Yan Manzi used to say before he got married.
He was tall and sturdy, with a shaggy beard like a savage. On weekdays, I would go out with the ginseng general to find flowers and ask Liu to visit the kiln. Those top-notch kiln sisters didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but just went around the ginseng general. However, he is thick-skinned, dead-skinned, and generous, and he is good at life. Some of the top brands are in the flesh, but there are also a few people who are infatuated with him.
It stands to reason that the kiln sisters should like people who look like a white-faced scholar like the ginseng general, but after a long time, the ginseng general is not as popular as Yan Manzi.
When the cow ginseng general was depressed, he scolded those women for not having long eyes, but Yan Manzi often used this sentence to block him and fall on his back.
Compared with Yan Manzi's thick skin, beef ginseng will indeed be considered thin-skinned.
King Jing didn't understand the foul language Yan Manzi said very well, so he frowned and wondered how to ask.
After being familiar with King Jing for a long time, everyone can feel that he has a rigid face that is different from usual. Feeling the atmosphere in King Jing's heart, 'I have doubts, I have doubts', Yan Manzi, the flower of Jieyu, smiled and approached.
"Could it be that Your Highness has doubts about men and women? Feel free to say anything, I can't stop talking, old Yan Zhi!" After speaking, he patted his chest.
King Jing stiffened and said in a deep voice, "She cried last night."
Yan Manzi's eyes were bright, and the beard on his face was shaking with excitement.
"Who?"
"Little flower."
"Little lady?"
"Um."
King Jing glanced at Yan Manzi, and saw that he looked serious, and he felt great peace of mind.
There was a moment of extreme silence in the martial arts field, and then Yan Manzi's voice sounded, "Where are you crying?"
King Jing's face was still dead, but it was full of depression
"Bed."
Yan Manzi smacked his lips in excitement and patted King Jing on the shoulder vigorously. This is thanks to the fact that King Jing has been practicing martial arts for several years. If he had been beaten to pieces a few years ago, he would have fallen to pieces. But even so, King Jing couldn't help frowning.
"Grass, cough..." Before these rude words could be said, Yan Manzi realized that the person sitting in front of him was not the old cow, but His Royal Highness King Jing, his master. The transformation was extremely stiff, and he laughed horribly, "Your Highness is mighty, it's a skill that can make a woman cry on the bed."
As he spoke, he stared at King Jing with red eyes, his face full of envy hiding behind his whiskers.
Since he got married, he can no longer go out and go to Wushan with those petites, petites, sweets, and springs, let alone make women cry on the bed. Just cry.
He has been depressed all day long, and he felt extremely uncomfortable when he was depressed, otherwise he wouldn't be so wicked and concerned about other people's affairs, and he wasn't a pervert!
In fact, you are a pervert!
King Jing did not smile because of Yan Manzi's words, but his brows were still half-wrinkled.
"no."
"Isn't it?" Yan Manzi was stunned, not understanding.
"No." King Jing said again.
Now Yan Manzi understood, he poked his chin with a thick finger, His Highness meant that he made the little lady cry because he was too brave
How did that cry
Yan Manzi thought for a while, and realized it!
When he came to his senses, what he saw was King Jing's extremely indifferent expression, but he seemed a little annoyed and angry.
"Hehe, hehe." Yan Manzi laughed dryly and whispered, "How did you cry? It's not like you found the wrong place."
The idea of this savage has never been different from ordinary people. If it was an old cow who is like a scholar, he should understand his ideas. Unfortunately, King Jing is sitting in front of him.
"what?"
Yan Manzi coughed and did not dare to spread this knowledge to King Jing.
"Why did she cry, did she say anything?"
It's easy for him to be strict. While communicating, he has to play guessing.
King Jing thought for a while, "She said it hurt." After a while, the sentence was swollen and he didn't say it.
"Oh—" Yan Manzi nodded knowingly, "I understand, Your Highness, your skills are so poor that you make people cry."
"Why don't you cry?"
Yan Manzi smiled wretly, "Come on, I'll tell you..."
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It was originally an hour of morning exercise, but it was later dragged to nearly two hours before it ended.
When he was about to leave, King Jing also brought some of Yan Manzi's collections. Because today I had the idea of asking for advice, King Jing took Fushun away, or else these books would not be easy to bring back.
How King Jing avoided Fushun to study these books, this matter is not listed.
Xiaohua over there finally finished the clothes she made with Mammy He.
Light crimson embroidered five-fortune and longevity jacket, with a silver-gray horse-face skirt embroidered with eight treasures. The color is neither too dark nor too outrageous, after all, Mammy He is there for her age. The embroidered flowers of the five blessings and the same longevity are not embroidered, but Lilac helped embroider them. Other embroidery, including the main body of the clothes, was made by Xiaohua herself.
The clothes were ready, and when Lilac went to pick up the meal at noon, Xiaohua asked her to take it with her, and asked her to pass it in when she took the soup from Jingtai Hall.
It was not the first time that Cloves had taken soup from Jingtai Hall. When they arrived at the door, someone went to notify the people in the small kitchen to deliver the soup.
Every time a person named Aunt Meng handed out the soup, Lilac thanked her, and after taking the soup, she handed Aunt Meng the burden in her hand.
"Auntie, these are the clothes that our wife made for Mammy He. Please help me get them to Mammy."
Aunt Meng was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything. She nodded and handed the burden to the little eunuch who was guarding the door.
The rules in Jingtai Hall are strict, and all items need to be checked.
The little eunuch took it over familiarly, with a smile on his face, and said, "No wonder," he untied the burden, and lightly picked up the clothes inside to examine it carefully.
No one in this Jingtai Palace knew that Mammy He was a veteran. Even Grandpa Fu would call her auntie. Who didn't know that there was a Madame Hua in their palace, and she was very favored in front of His Highness.
Outsiders are naturally puzzled, but those who have served in Jingtai Hall for some years know how favored Madam Hua is. Her Highness, who used to go to the backyard once or twice in the past year, does not know how many times she goes there in January.
Both of them can't afford to offend them, but rules are rules, and the little eunuch can only apologize with his mouth and quickly check with his hands.
"What are you doing?"
Fushun saw a few people standing at the gate of the palace from a distance, and asked aloud as he approached.
Walking in front of him is His Royal Highness King Jing.
King Jing was wearing a light sapphire blue fur today, with a white robe embroidered with silver patterns on it. He looked long and jade-like, with a jade tree facing the wind, his eyes were dim, and his face was always indifferent.
Lilac bowed to King Jing and Fushun respectively, and then replied, "If you return to Director Fu, Madam will make clothes for Mammy He in the kitchen and ask the maid to bring it today."
King Jing glanced at the light crimson clothes that had stabbed him in the eye for a few days, then walked over.
Fushun nodded and followed, without saying anything else.
Lilac took the lunch back, and told the matter when the meal was set, Xiaohua didn't take it seriously after hearing it.
Jingtaidian small kitchen.
Mammy He held the clothes made of small flowers, and her face was full of smiles.
"This girl, I still remember Mammy in my heart." She couldn't put it down and touched the clothes in her hand, and she felt good no matter how she looked at it. ,,
The author has something to say: Aunt Meng's always cold face gave a rare smile, "Don't you remember her too."
"I just see that girl has a good eye, and I think she is not easy. Obviously not that idea, the old eunuch Fushun always pushes behind. It is poisoned and wronged. It is not easy to have a Let's get the name, let's make such a fuss again..."
As she said that, Mammy He sighed, she knew what Princess Jing had done.
Aunt Meng comforted: "It's a blessing or a curse, she is still a bit lucky, unlike those two. It's up to you to take care of it, and Hu Liangyi to take care of it, it won't take long."
"It'd better be so."