Everyone paid homage to King Jin, and King Jin shouted.
Zhang Xutang took a step forward and said to King Jin: "I have been in Tanzhou for more than two months, and I have always wanted to see the prince. I heard that the prince is in poor health. I don't know if he is better."
King Jin opened his eyes and told lies: "The little king is dragging his sick body here."
Zhang Xutang also blindly complimented him: "Your Majesty is so elegant even when he is ill. He is really majestic."
The King of Jin smiled and said: "Where is the real handsome man in the yamen? The rouge and perfume cannot hide his appearance."
Zhang Xutang hurriedly said: "Reward, reward, reward, but it is far worse than the prince."
The two of them complimented each other without conscience, cursed in secret, and looked at each other back and forth with their eyes.
"Your Majesty, I don't know anything about compensation arrangements. I'll leave it to my steward. What about you?"
"Xiao Wang is quite knowledgeable, and he once built a house himself."
Xie Chuan half-bowed and stepped forward: "Your Majesty is still ill and should not work hard. You can rest assured that your subordinates are here."
"Okay," King Jin turned around among the guards, "I'll leave it all to you."
Zhang Xutang saw that King Jin was about to go back to be his coward again. His heart moved and he stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, this matter is all caused by the oiran lady in this court. Why don't I invite you to go to this court?"
Have two drinks—no, I’ll drink, you drink tea.”
King Jin waved his hand: "If you leave the office, I won't be with you anymore."
Zhang Xutang finally saw him, but why was he willing to let him go so easily? He stepped forward to block his way, with a sincere expression: "Your Majesty, please give me a favor. If my father knew that I came to Tanzhou,
I haven't even paid a visit to the prince, so he will definitely hang me up and beat me."
"Oh?" King Jin looked puzzled, "How do I remember that Mr. Zhang is very kind and loves you very much?"
Zhang Xutang sighed: "Since I stopped studying, my father has not treated me as well as he used to. Those days of being a loving father are all in the past. Now even the emperor helps my father scold me."
King Jin nodded: "Indeed, ten years have passed by the blink of an eye, but I am still turning over the old almanac of my loving father."
After that, he smiled at Zhang Xutang with a gentle smile: "Thank you for the tea. Let's go."
Zhang Xutang also laughed, but felt that there was a huge shadow behind King Jin's smile, covering him.
He Sanma hurriedly asked people to clean up. The several miscellaneous rooms next to the west were hopeless, so she ignored them for the time being. There was no need to repair the fence in front. First, they cleaned the black tobacco ashes in the main hall, and they were still usable.
Her two daughters came out with small steps, one on the left and the other on the right, pouring wine and serving tea.
Zhang Xutang and the King of Jin finally met. Apart from a few words of greeting when they first met, when they sat down, they had nothing to say and didn't say a word.
The King of Jin held the tea cup very calmly without drinking a sip.
While rubbing the rim of the cup, he was distracted openly.
Hueyue is getting married, and I don't know how much gold is appropriate.
If it's too much, Mrs. Song will definitely refuse to accept it; if it's too little, it won't be enough to express his feelings in front of Huiyue.
Zhang Xutang drank the wine. The wine was as bitter as tea, but it was strong and could not be enjoyed alone. It had to be drunk in a lively manner and from a large bowl.
He almost choked to death facing the silent Prince Jin.
Sister Xiang poured wine and sprinkled it on him. He immediately got angry, raised the glass, and poured all the wine on Sister Xiang.
"No need for you! You are so careless, give me a better one! Why aren't there even any singers? Here is the oiran!"
He was like a spoiled child, happy when he was happy and angry when he was angry.
When King Jin heard his noise, he thought of Song Huiyue again.
Song Huiyue is not afraid of boredom. She can sit in one place for a long time, as if she is in a daze or practicing Zen. In short, she is very calm.
He and Song Huiyue sat together, and the turbulent sea of blood in his heart calmed down, and he could feel a little joy in the world.
He Sanma quickly persuaded her gently: "Qin Niang is sick..."
Zhang Xutang smiled coldly: "Sick? You have to come out even if you only have one breath left! Don't fool me, otherwise, I will set another fire and burn your place clean."
His words seemed to mean something, but King Jin smiled and said nothing.
He Sanma really wanted to cry without tears. She went to the back hall and persuaded Qin Niang through the door: "Mom, please be considerate of me. Let's go out and see you. You are a good piece of meat now. Just take Qiao, but I can't."
Come on, if these gentlemen don't make trouble any day, I only have two or three people here, so I can't stand it."
A delicate voice came from the room: "Mom, these rich children, haven't you made some money?"
He Sama wiped her sweat and said: "It's King Jin and Zhang Yanei outside. If you offend him too much, I'm afraid I'll give away my capital, let alone making money."
"Mom, I got it. I'll come right away. You can go."
He Sama persuaded Qin Niang, she couldn't help being happy, and hurried out to appease Zhang Xutang.
In less than a moment, Qin Niang opened the curtain and walked out.
Under the light, Zhang Xutang raised his eyes and saw that the wine glass tilted and he spilled most of the wine unconsciously.
Hair on the temples like clouds, eyebrows like a crescent moon, almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, small cherry mouth, a button-down gauze shirt, wrapped in pepper and milk puff pastry breasts, a moonlight-ringed sash, tied with a slender waist, eyes moving, and a look around
All the charm.
Her eyes wandered between the two of them, and then stopped on Prince Jin.
Zhang Xutang looked at Qin Niang and then went to see King Jin. His eyes flickered and he seemed to be moved.
However, this movement only lasted for a moment. After Zhang Xutang noticed it, King Jin quickly hid his thoughts tightly and covered it up by exchanging hot tea.
Zhang Xutang sneered in his heart and thought to himself: "The King of Jin is pretending, and he wants to hide it from me, a frequent visitor to the fireworks field. He is twenty years old and has no one to warm him. I thought there was something wrong with him, but I didn't expect it."
Love beauty."
Amidst the high and low sounds of the pipa, he thought again: "This prostitute is also a good candidate. Even the arsenic in the mandarin duck quilt is made into honey wine, but Mrs. Song is better."
The sound of the pipa in the room was like pearls falling down, and it was also like a dense silk thread, entwining the two men, weaving into an inextricable tenderness.
For a while, people were as drunk as wine.
Song Huiyue made people think about her over and over again. She was living at home, almost becoming a seclusion.
Yan Youwei and others all brought gifts. Mrs. Song wanted to hold a banquet and thank them solemnly, but Song Huiyue refused directly.
Although these girls are all pretty and lovely, especially Yue Huaiyu, who is dignified and amiable, they are too complicated. She doesn't want to cause trouble at all, so it is better to stay away from them.
She didn't go out, and Yinxiao didn't go out either. He set up a wooden mannequin in the back room, crackling and punching like a self-abuse.
He is now considered grounded.
Because the family was full of joy from morning to night, although the Song family lived in seclusion, Mrs. Song was good-natured and had the King of Jin as her backer, so she had guests every day, and there were also many official wives. Such a young man was wandering around the house.