These words are high-sounding, I can't find a reason to refuse, these four maidservants are grateful to His Royal Highness King Rui for their help, if they don't accept it, they will look down on the county lord of Xianhui. Chang Jiang thought about it for a while and accepted a few beautiful maids, anyway, the people who sent them over, if they didn't care about it, they just sold it or sent it to the pulp washing room.

Since the people have also accepted it, then by the way, they will also go to King Rui's Moyun Hall to be on an errand.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhao Yiheng, who went to the palace for a banquet, came back full of wine, leaning on Moshi's body and staggering into Moyun Hall. Only when I entered the courtyard did I see a beautiful woman wearing a white golden silk soft smoke and looking at the fairy skirt, holding a lily bun, wearing a four-butterfly silver step, a little powder, Gu Pansheng smiled, and the long skirt was elegant.

"Little brother has worked hard, just help the prince in." Acacia Zhu lips opened lightly, the voice was moving, and the slender jade hand held Zhao Yiheng's arm, and the movements were as smooth as flowing water.

Although Moshi is a rootless person, he was also fascinated by the fairy-like woman in front of him, and he didn't react to being cut off by her like this.

After Acacia helped Zhao Yiheng into the main room with difficulty, Mo Shi reacted and chased after him: "This sister, why is she so fresh." ”

Acacia lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "The slave maid was given to the prince by the virtuous county lord, and the county lord explained that the slave maid should serve ......the lord well" The voice became smaller and smaller, and the acacia powder was full of spring, and it became more and more delicate and moving.

It's hard to say what kind of service this service is.

When I lifted the curtain and entered the house, I smelled a strong smell of fat powder, and I saw three women who were also thinly dressed and well-dressed, but they looked bewitching waiting in the house, all of them were rich and graceful, gentle and charming.

Zhao Yiheng, who was still drunk, glanced through the gap in his eyes, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Moshi was taken aback, and asked again: "All the sisters were sent by the county lord to serve the prince?" ”

The three of them should be together, and saluted Zhao Yiheng again.

"Slave Yingge, I've seen the prince."

"Slave thrush, I've seen the prince."

"Slave Bailing, I've seen the prince."

The voices of the three of them are crisp and tactful, and they deserve this name.

A thin layer of sweat overflowed from Zhao Yiheng's acacia forehead, and he also spoke softly: "Slave lovesickness, serve the prince to freshen up." ”

The four beautiful maids served Zhao Yiheng in an orderly manner, and Moshi couldn't find a place where he could be used.

Acacia and Yingge helped Zhao Yiheng and put him on the bed of the rosewood moon cave door cover shelf; The thrush put the towel into the silver basin, soaked it in hot water dripping with fragrant dew, and wrung it out to wipe Zhao Yiheng's face; Bailing's slender softness gently took off Zhao Yiheng's shoes and socks, and took off his shirt again, and when he was about to take off his pants, Zhao Yiheng woke up.

He sat up sharply, his eyes clear, and he still looked like he was drunk.

When the four beautiful maids saw that Zhao Yiheng had woken up, they were overjoyed, and they all saluted: "Lord Wang." ”

Zhao Yiheng shivered inexplicably and asked, "Mu Mingshu asked you to come?" ”

The four beautiful maids lowered their eyes and said in unison: "The county lord asked the slaves and maids to serve the prince, and it is necessary to serve the prince comfortably." ”

A hint of strangeness flashed in Zhao Yiheng's eyes, and then he returned to normal, and smiled: "Okay, then take out your skills and let this king see how you serve this king comfortably." ”

The four beautiful maids glanced at each other, all of them had a smile on their faces, and smiled shyly.

Yingge said softly: "Lord, the fragrant soup is ready, and the prince can take a bath." ”