Chapter 38:

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming on August 15th, but King Jing's Mansion has not seen any holiday.
Of course, this is only Xiaohua's view. She never came out of Jingtai Temple. Naturally, she did not know that the people outside the palace were actually very busy, because King Jing was going to hold a banquet in the carrier hall for the officials of the fief.
Apart from all the bad factors, being a lord in the Daxi Dynasty was actually quite good.
The imperial court gave the lord the great freedom, except for some necessary precautions, the land was equivalent to a vassal state.
That is, the King of King Guijing, some of the following officials must have a confession of confession during the holidays. After all, people are motivated, and King Jing has to hold occasionally even if he feels disgusted with this kind of activity in his heart. Always tell the following people, "Well, you are very good, the lonely king is very satisfied with you. In order to treat everyone, we have a banquet today to show respect and so on."
So this kind of occasion became a place where King Jing and his subordinates exchanged 'feelings'.
No one who is an official in Jingzhou knows the character of the head.
This habit does n’t have anything, just one who does n’t speak, and of course it ’s not dumb. At first, when King Jing came to the feudal lord, some people heard that the dumb five princes said there in Beijing, but they found it after staying there for a long time. King Jing is actually not dumb, but just not talking.
At this time, King Jing was sitting on the first seat of the carrier hall, drinking from a glass, as if the following celebration occasion had nothing to do with him. King Jing wore an orthodox crown suit today, and looks majestic and handsome. It's a pity that his indifferent aura is too big, and people always notice his indifference first instead of his handsome face.
Even if everyone saw such a discordant scene, it would be as if they hadn't seen it, and they even had a good time.
This is the welfare of the superior. Even if you have a lack of interest, the following people should strive to create a lively atmosphere so as not to anger the superior.
What's wrong? The lonely king hosted a banquet to entertain you, and you still dare to cry, how did you drop it?
So the banquet was lively in this strange atmosphere, without looking at King Wang's indifferent face, ignoring him saying nothing from beginning to end, in fact, it was quite harmonious.
Halfway through the banquet, a forty or so official walked to the court and bowed down to salute.
"His Royal Highness King, Xiaguan Nalucheng also knows Zhu Dajian. It is the mid-autumn festival and offers a gift to His Royal Highness."
At the end of the talk, a 15- or 16-year-old young girl came from Yingying at the gate of the temple. She was dressed in a verdant green shirt, under a moon-white embroidered long grass skirt, and she was dressed in emerald water and thin smoke yarn. Become a waist if it's about yoghurt, muscle like a fat, eyes containing spring water and waves look forward to, a beautiful woman!
At the feast other people realized, this is to offer beautiful women? !
Everyone looked at the stranger Zhu Dajian with strange eyes, which meant quite a good show.
"This is the young girl Bi Yan, who understands singing and dancing, and understands the rhythm. She is fifteen years old and is dedicated to His Royal Highness King."
I have to say that Zhu Dajian is an old official Yuzi. He gave his daughter away and gave it away, or in front of so many people, on the surface it was unambiguous. Not to mention that there is no embarrassing expression, even with a smiling face.
The girl named Bi Yan creeped and knelt beside her father. Although he couldn't see him, the graceful figure was undoubtedly revealed in her prone movement. In particular, the light from the palace lantern in the palace shone on his body, which also showed that the skin at the neck and neck was crystal clear and translucent.
It's a pity that the charming eyes were shown to the blind, but King Jing's eyes were faint, but they didn't seem to gather on the girl.
In other words, ordinary people will definitely say something, and if it is accepted, it is ‘hahaha, the lonely king will accept Zhu Tongzhi ’s good intentions’. If you do n’t accept it, generally the beauties sent by the following people will generally accept it. After all, it is not a rare thing to offer beauty at a banquet, and it is generally not dismissed on this occasion.
It's a pity that I met a freak today who didn't say a word or make any expressions, and didn't even bother to give the next one.
The temple was quiet for a while, and the father and daughter Zhu Dajian kneeling below could not help but start to get nervous. The hall was always ringing and I didn't know when to stop. The nervous Zhu Dajian seemed to hear a puff of laughter beside him.
It stands to reason that someone should come out to make a round at this time. The most suitable candidate for this job is the left chief of the long history department, Shi Guanzheng.
It's a pity that Guan Zheng hadn't been in Jingzhou for a long time and was not familiar with his subordinate officials. King Jing had never liked to take care of him. He didn't want to ask for fun because of the arrogance of his scholars.
What's more, Guan Zheng's Chang Shisi office in Jingwang Mansion had some time to go. He faintly felt that his colleagues in the Chang Shisi seemed to exclude him, but he himself wanted to leave in time, but it was not too much. serious. Seeing the cold field at this time, he had a grudge in his heart and would never go to the round.
"Zhu Tongzhi is too cautious. Our Highness is not a serious person. Hurry back to the banquet and sit down." Fu Shun walked down quickly, smiling with a smile and supporting him with diligence.
Also called a little eunuch, "I'm not happy to send Zhu girl down to rest."
Just after the talk, the music in the hall began to sound again, and others at the feast began to raise their toasts again, as if the embarrassing scene just now had not happened.
Zhu Dajian sat down in a state of panic, and an official next to him approached and said, "You are the first time to come to King's Mansion, we, this one, are not good at it. And we are so eloquent, and today we are blessed and flattered to give you a break. , There is no one to make a siege, and you are not the first one to be ashamed and dying. "
"Isn't that little girl, little girl sent down to rest?" Zhu Dajian was still worried about this.
The official's eyes were weird. "You'll know later." After that, he went to drink with others.
After the banquet was over, Zhu Dajian thought about the ‘you will know later’ and walked to the carriage parking place before listening to the next man who said that the lady had already rested in the carriage for half the time.

In the King's Mansion, the palace eunuchs also added dishes tonight, and even sent two mooncakes to each servant in the mansion.
The Daxi Dynasty had the custom of Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it was impossible to reunite with the family, it still permeated the atmosphere of the festival.
Not to mention the Jingtai Temple, where the banquet is held in front of the hall, and the kitchen has a few tables for the table, which are arranged everywhere. The eunuchs and palace people below are all lively and festive together.
Xiaohua and Chuncao are used by the older ladies in the small kitchen. These ladies in the small kitchen have different personalities, but they still like the little girl Xiaohua.
After eating, Grandma sees that Xiaohua likes to eat moon cakes and stuffs her two more.
Xiaohua had eaten moon cakes before, that was when they were in Jinyang Houfu, but the mooncakes in Jingwang Mansion were obviously much better than that. The moon cake is stuffed with red beans and green beans, and it tastes sweet but not greasy. Xiaohua likes to eat, but it is a pity that Grandma He said that this thing can't be eaten too much, and eat too much food.
Xiaohua took the moon cake given by Grandma to the house and gave it to Chuncao. It is also true that when I eat it, I don't feel that after eating the moon cakes, I will inevitably feel a little tired.
Xiaohua ran to touch the kettle and found that the water in the kettle was cold. She didn't want to drink cold water. She ate sweet food. It was more comfortable to drink some hot water. Thinking that there was no boiled water in the small kitchen at the moment, Xiaohua moved her brain to the tea room in the hall.
There is a small stove in the pantry, people are boiling water all day long, it is convenient to drink tea close to your highness.
After staying in Jingtai Temple for a long time, Xiaohua's courage has also become a lot bigger, and thinking that Her Royal Highness will not return at this time in front of the banquet, Xiaohua carries her little teapot and goes to the temple.
After entering the pantry, the little who usually looked after the pantry was not there. It is estimated that he was still drinking. There was a copper pot on the small stove that was boiling hot water. Xiaohua has boiled water on a small stove, and of course knows how to beat the drums.
After a while, the water boiled, and Xiaohua poured the boiling water into her pot, and then added some water to the copper pot. Reduce the fire in the small stove, carry your own small teapot, and go out.
As soon as he reached the temple gate, he saw King Jing coming back, followed by Fushun.
For a moment, the little teapot was nowhere to be hidden. Xiaohuagan smiled and knelt down to salute.
Sure enough, the two did not say anything about her. King Jing went to the palace, but when Fu Shunxing reached her side, he said, "Go and make a cup of tea for your highness."
"Yes."
Xiaohua stuffed her little teapot anywhere, and went to the pantry to make tea.
After making tea, she brought it up. No one spoke, and she dared not go. She could only stand aside as a pillar.
The room was so quiet, King Jing seemed to be drinking too much, and kept crooked and rubbing his brows there. King Wang's wear today is very different from the past, and a crown suit is very majestic. Because of drunkenness, his eyes were not as indifferent as before, and he looked hazy. The usual faint lip color now looks extremely intense, adding some enchanting colors.
Xiaohua knew that King Jing had always been good, but at this time, she was stunned and quickly lowered her head.
Fushun waited diligently on the side, "His Highness took a sip of strong tea to wake up, is it a headache?"
King King's wine is not enough, and he will get drunk every time he holds a feast in the palace. But he had a good wine, and he was only a headache when he was drunk, and he would not lose his temper.
"Otherwise, the minions will serve you and rest?"
King Jing drank tea and sat there for a while before he stood up. From the perspective of walking and attitude, he did not look like he was drunk.
Fushun tried to raise his heels and saw the little flower with the pestle on the side.
"You follow too, take your hand."
The eunuchs who served King Jing did not know where they were going on weekdays. Xiaohua could only follow Fushun and go to the rear dormitory.
This is the first time Xiaohua has come to Jingtai Hall ’s rear dormitory. The furnishings in the hall are even luxurious, but it looks very low-key. It only turns to the inner hall all the way. At the first sight, it is a big bed. Dragon curtain curtain.
Jing Wang stood in front of the bed, his arms were flat, and Fu Shun stood aside to remove the crown from Jing Wang's head. During the period, he made a gesture to let Xiaohua go and give Jing Wang a wide clothes.
This is the first time that Xiaohua has served King Wang so personally. She is not unfamiliar with the issue of giving men wide clothes. She has given many clothes to the four young masters in her previous life. But somehow, when she put her hand on Jing Wang's belt, she felt a little cramped. The mouth and nose were full of strong alcohol and a hint of man, and she was tense for no reason.
Xiaohua moved cautiously, taking off only her clothes, and King Jing sat on the couch, waiting for someone to take off her shoes, and Xiaohua knelt down carefully and took off King Wang's boots.
Just after putting down the boots in his hand, An Cheng didn't know where it came from. He put a pot of water in a copper basin and placed it at the foot of King Jing, and then the man stood aside.
what does this mean?
Xiaohua glanced back. Lao Yuan at Fushun station, all smiles on his face, An Cheng was not far away, but the attitude of others was obviously not prepared to intervene.
Xiaohua's eyes flickered, and she had to drop King Jing's foot socks honestly, put her feet in a copper basin, and began to wash his feet.
King Jing's feet are very large, compared with that, Xiaohua's hands are very small, only half of it. King Jing's feet are also very white. Xiaohua compared it a little bit whiter than her hands.
When the slave-maid had never washed his feet, Xiaohua put his hand in the water and rubbed King Jing's feet carefully. Anyway, the feet of the masters are more fragrant than the hands of the slaves, and Xiaohua has nothing to do with at this time. Moreover, King Jing ’s feet are not smelly, and they are very clean.
After washing, the little next to him handed over the cotton bud. Xiaohua took the cotton bud and wiped the water on his feet again.
After waiting, Xiaohua was already breathless, not tired, but too nervous.
I thought that it would be fine, she could retreat back to the room to appease her frightened heart. Who knew that the drunken man came suddenly like this: "Pinch back."
A thunder slammed on the top of Xiaohua's head, leaving her dumbfounded.
King Jing has already posed on the couch, waiting for the little flowers.
Fushun coughed aside, Xiaohua immediately approached as if shocked.
She also wanted to struggle and turned to Fushun with her face in a huff: "Master Fu, the slave-servant needs a clean hand."
She just touched King Jing's foot just now, and touched the back of the person who touched the foot. King Jing would not hammer her to death, but Fushun would also hammer her to death.
Fushun made a move, and two young eunuchs came out, holding a pot of water in his hand, and there was a waiter with a handkerchief beside him, even with balsam.
Xiaohua smiled bitterly in her heart. She felt like she was driven by a duck. She washed her hands, dried her face, put on balm, took a deep breath, and came to the bed.
She didn't dare to see what King Jing looked like at this time. She rubbed her hands warmly, leaned over the bed and started to knead.
Do n’t be afraid, do n’t be the first to do this. Do n’t be nervous just because you change places, there ’s nothing to be nervous about.
After soothing herself for a while, Xiaohua was not nervous anymore, and began to massage King Jing seriously.
Xiaohua will be very focused as soon as she is serious. When she comes down and presses her back, she is quiet and powerful. She twists her head slightly, and finds that Fushun and the have disappeared. The curtains were also put down.