Song Huiyue felt uneasy because she had the same thoughts as King Jin.
She didn't dare to act rashly around King Jin. She maintained the state of a stone Buddha both physically and mentally, but she couldn't withstand King Jin's skill of water dripping through stone. Not to mention the stone Buddha, even the diamond was penetrated by him.
This discovery made Song Huiyue feel horrified.
She seemed to have suddenly reached a certain realm, and a small cluster of sparks ignited in her heart, a little floating, even like a small animal waiting to be stroked and praised.
The feeling was so unfamiliar and unreal that she quickly stopped thinking about it.
Looking at Hou Er, she calmed down and decided to use her enthusiasm to contribute to King Jin's great cause.
Hou Er explained the remaining words one by one: "The prince said that there are two more guests coming. If you want to see them, you can meet them. If you don't want to see them, just ignore them."
Song Huiyue nodded: "Go to the magistrate's office and ask Magistrate Zhu to borrow more yamen servants. On the tenth day of the lunar month, the palace of the Prince of Jin will open its doors to welcome the transfer envoys. There are many rare and rare treasures in the palace, all of which are from the royal family.
I am afraid that the gift will be lost due to the many hands, so please ask the government officials to take a look at it."
Hou Er quickly bowed his waist and crossed his hands in response.
Song Huiyue asked again: "Are all the servants in the prince's villa still there?"
Hou Er was confused: "Which ones?"
"The dead ones."
"Ah? In..."
Song Huiyue waved to him, asking him to get closer, and started to murmur.
After a while, Hou Er straightened up and went to do his work with sincerity.
That evening, the first guest arrived.
This is a wandering monk, whose cultivation is not necessarily very advanced, but his face is full of dust. The wooden fish knocked on the door of the palace.
He did not say that there were ghosts, he only said that the people in the house were still in trouble and had to continue practicing Buddhist deeds to protect their safety.
Hou Er invited him in and asked him to eat fast and recite Buddha's name to Mrs. Song's family for one hundred and eight days.
After the monk entered, he was assigned to the duty room in the front yard.
The second guest, a lady who brought Hu lotus roots, entered the kitchen through the corner door. It was Hou Er who went to the kitchen to check again.
The waterwheel pulling lotus roots was heavy. Hou Er picked up a piece of lotus root, and it was dripping with water.
"good."
Tie Zhenshan held the teapot and poured it into her mouth. The tea dripped down her chin and wet her clothes.
She finished the pot of tea with an attitude of not being able to finish three bowls, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, threw the teapot on the spring platform, and walked around happily.
After Hou Er said it was good, she immediately replied loudly: "Of course it's good, everything is... praiseworthy. Hey, the palace is so beautiful, even the grass is extra dense, so energetic!"
She opened the steamer in the kitchen, which contained hot steamed cakes. Without being polite, she picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth: "Where's that smelly monk?"
Hou Er said: "I have settled down."
Tie Zhenshan was not afraid of being burned. She held her neck and swallowed the steamed cake. She ate half of the steamed cake in one breath and then walked out eagerly: "Where is the oiran lady? I have to go and meet her for a while."
Hearing that this oiran lady was so clever that she slept with Prince Jin, she had to go and ask for advice.
Hou Er told Du Lan: "Take Master Tie to Zhuxi Zhai."
Du Lan stayed far away from Tie Zhenshan, fearing that she would smash him into pieces with an iron palm: "The master, please come this way."
"What kind of house does the King of Jin live in?"
Tie Zhenshan entered King Jin's lair, clicking her tongue all the way, and when she walked to the path of Zhuxi Zhai, it became even more noisy. The sparrows in the forest couldn't bear her calls and flew away one after another.
"What kind of house is this? It's quite interesting. It looks like a deep forest in the mountains. The oiran lady lives here. Isn't it so scary?"
Du Lan replied: "She doesn't live here, Mrs. Song lives here, and the court lady drinks tea here."
"Who is Mrs. Song?" Tie Zhenshan opened her eyes and looked around, expressing her doubts at the same time, "She also slept with the prince?"
"Ahem..." Du Lan almost choked on his saliva and shook his head wildly, "Don't talk nonsense, Mrs. Song is here."
"Have the mother-in-law come to pick her up?" Tie Zhenshan was shocked.
Du Lan quickly introduced the relationship between King Jin and the Song family in simple language.
Tie Zhenshan broke off a thin bamboo branch, chewed it twice in her mouth, and nodded: "I understand. The King of Jin had no repayment for his life-saving grace, so he had no choice but to give him his life. However, Luo Hua deliberately fell into the water and was merciless. Mrs. Song
I just don’t want to sleep with him.”
Du Lan wanted to refute, but couldn't find any flaw to refute, and for a moment he felt that her conclusion made sense.
He gave a thumbs up: "You are really a talent."
Tie Zhenshan patted her chest: "Of course I am a fucking talent."
The two of them talked wittily and arrived at the gate of the courtyard, where Grandma Yun took Tie Zhenshan in.
The yard is spacious and comfortable, with bamboo piled on the flat ground and extending all the way to the foot of the steps.
After scanning the tables and chairs arranged in the yard, she looked at the two women.
One of them was placing fruit dots, and her outstretched hands looked like they were made of jade, which was even more beautiful than the Guanyin she saw on the boat.
Another person didn't know whether she was beautiful or not, because her face was covered with thick plaster, and if she looked closely, she could see a pink scar.
But the eyes are quite big.
She scratched her head and thought about how she should say hello.
The slap-and-slap shouting in the village was obviously not suitable for the two people in front of them.
Fortunately, Song Huiyue smiled at her first: "Master Tie, please sit down."
Liu Qin silently took a step back and stayed away from these two people.
In this small yard, she felt that she who had rolled in a dye vat was the purest one.
As for the other two, one is a murderer, the other is a knife hidden in his smile, both of them are characters with the smell of blood in their hair. If she stands between these two people, it is very likely that she will be torn into pieces.
Tie Zhenshan sat down, drank from the small teacup in one gulp, and looked at Liu Qin: "You are so beautiful, no wonder you can sleep with Prince Jin."
"Sleep...cough cough..." Liu Qin coughed, "Master Tie is really, really..."
Sexy and bold.
Tie Zhenshan looked at Song Huiyue again.
Song Huiyue is making tea.
The sesame and peanuts rolled in the bowl covered with grooves and fine teeth, trying to escape the hammering of the camphor wood beating stick. However, the beating stick took the trouble to lift it down and beat it into a paste.
In Tie Zhenshan's village, everyone is as rough as her from top to bottom, and no one has ever done such meticulous work.
This kind of delicate work is not suitable for onlookers. After watching it for a while, Tie Zhenshan yawned profusely and could only look at Liu Qin, trying to learn from her experience.
Liu Qin's scalp was numb when she looked at her, and she could only lower her head and look for words: "How old is Mr. Tie this year?"
"Eighteen," Tie Zhenshan raised her head to look at her collar, "What about you?"
Liu Qin coughed and closed her clothes uncomfortably.
Why is this Iron Village Master so lustful?
"I'm eighteen just like you."
Xie Zhou, who walked outside the door, happened to hear what the two people said, and said loudly outside: "It turns out that women are all the same when it comes to their age. When they reach thirty, they lose twelve years, and the bandits are no exception."
Without saying a word, Tie Zhenshan picked up the machete and chased out: "Who the hell is talking about me behind my back! If you have the guts, come in and make a show of it!"