Huo Xunmei, who had been beaten by Xie Jiulang, sat in the carriage with a gloomy face. He grew so big, how could he have been humiliated like this? What's more, Xie Jiulang is still a yellow-mouthed child who has not dried up! How can this really be true?

Huo Xunmei had a gloomy face and instructed the coachman Lao Deng: "Go to Fengle Fang!" ”

Lao Deng answered yes outside, and drove all the way to Fengle Fang. It's about to close, so you have to hurry up.

The carriage galloped all the way, and by the time it was at Fung Lok Fang, it would be in time.

The plaque of King Xiang's Mansion has not yet been hung, but everyone knows that this huge mansion that occupies half of the square belongs to King Xiang.

Huo Xunmei's carriage went all the way from North Street, and as soon as she turned into the street, the servants of Xiangwang's Mansion opened the door to welcome Huo Xunmei. Lao Deng drove the car into the Xiangwang Mansion and stopped in front of the East Flower Hall.

Old Deng jumped down neatly, lifted the curtain of the car, held Huo Xunmei's arm, and said: "Master, that Xie Jiulang is hateful, the little one will sneak into the Xie Mansion tonight to help you out of this breath!" ”

In the eyes of outsiders, Lao Deng is an ordinary driver. In fact, he is also Huo Xunmei's bodyguard.

Huo Xunmei cleared her throat and said, "Those people in Xie Jiulang's mansion are not vegetarians either, so let's wait first." ”

Lao Deng replied sullenly.

Huo Xunmei got off the station and set up, and she heard the silk and bamboo orchestra, and the sound of laughter and laughter came faintly from the Donghua Hall.

Old Deng Ding couldn't look down on the absurd and dissolute King Xiang, so he said to Huo Xunmei: "Master, look at this scene, King Xiang is afraid that he has eaten a lot of wine." The implication is that King Xiang is drunk and drunk, and he can't understand when he talks to him, so it's better to rest early.

Huo Xunmei finally smiled when she heard this, and her tone was brisk: "When you are in King Xiang's mansion, how can you not inform King Xiang?" The minimum number of courtesies is still indispensable. As he spoke, he took a big stride and went straight into the East Flower Hall.

The musicians played cheerful music with strong spirits, and the dancers tread the beat and waved their long sleeves. At first glance, the dancing girls have beautiful faces and beautiful postures. But if you distinguish them carefully, you can find that "they" are all dressed up as twelve or thirteen-year-old beautiful men.

On the throne, King Xiang's hair crown is crooked, his hair is unkempt, and his clothes are half open. I don't know how much wine I drank, and the whole person was red, like a boiled shrimp. There were two young men with delicate faces kneeling beside King Xiang and waiting.

King Xiang has been drinking since the end of the day, and he has long been unaware of what year it is. Seeing someone come in, King Xiang raised his eyes, and saw five or six Huo Xunmei walking side by side, he got into the young man's arms, pointed at Huo Xunmei, and asked with a smile: "Eh?" Huo, Huo Aiqing? Isn't it Huo Aiqing? ”

Without waiting for Huo Xunmei to answer, King Xiang tilted his head and fell asleep with a smile, but it was only a moment before and after.

Huo Xunmei raised her hand, and the musician and dancer immediately stopped and stepped back. The two teenagers who accompanied King Xiang called their masters in unison.

"You've been eating and drinking all day?" Huo Xunmei lifted the corners of her robe and sat down opposite King Xiang, and the little servant quickly removed the scraps and replaced them with wine and food.

The two young men called Fang Nu and Dou Nu. Huo Xunmei has raised them for nearly ten years, and now it has finally come in handy.

"Returning to the master, when he wakes up from a nap today, he will order someone to set up a banquet." Dounu said cautiously. He was twelve years old, with clear eyebrows and a weak appearance, and even his voice was soft and soft, and he spoke like a song.

He said that the master would soon hand over Xie Jiulang to him for punishment, so he was happy, drinking was like drinking water, and when he was drunk, he took a nap and drank again. Master, if he continues like this, will he lose his life? Fang Nu pressed his arms together, hugged the drunk unconscious King Xiang, and said worriedly.

"What, you're distressed?" Huo Xun smiled and asked Fang Nu.

Fang Nu shook his head again and again, "The slave doesn't dare, the slave doesn't dare!" The slave just feels that it is not a way to go on like this. ”

The bean slave also said, "Yes, master." He has nothing else to do except spend all day drinking and entering the palace to say hello. In the past few days, I haven't even gone to Chongwen Pavilion, and I drink and have fun in the palace all day long. But what he eats and drinks is provided by the master, and this cost is not small. ”

Weiwei Temple and the inner attendant have already assigned slaves and maids and guards to the Xiangwang Mansion. Most of those people were assigned by King Xiang in the front yard. Those who came out of the palace all knew that King Xiang had broken his sleeves, and they all knew how Zuo Yan died. They were afraid of being taken by King Xiang, and they would follow in the footsteps of Zuo, and they wished they were far away from King Xiang.

Huo Xunmei took the opportunity to set up people to serve King Xiang closely, not only Fang Nu and Dou Nu, but even the little servants were his people. Just as Dou Nu said, King Xiang pays attention to eating and drinking, and his daily expenses are indeed not small. From Huo Xunmei's decision to win over King Xiang, he foresaw this result. However, King Xiang was far more extravagant than Huo Xunmei imagined.

It's really not a way to go on like this.

Huo Xunmei muttered sullenly and was silent.

Dou Nu thought that Huo Xunmei was displeased, so he hurriedly curled the corners of his lips and asked with a flattering smile: "The master hasn't eaten yet, right?" As he spoke, he picked up the flask and poured wine for Huo Xunmei.

Huo Xunmei frowned in disgust, flicked her sleeves, and said, "You can serve him!" ”

Dounu put down the flask awkwardly and said yes.

Huo Xun glanced at King Xiang, who was leaning on Fang Nu's arms, and said, "You do what I say, as for other things, it's not for you to manage and ask!" ”

Fang Nu and Dou Nu looked awe-inspired, and said in unison: "Slave remember." ”

"When he wakes up, you can persuade him to go into the palace to greet Liu Yuan, and the schoolwork in Chongwen Hall cannot be delayed. I didn't spend so much money to make him drunk. ”

King Xiang was almost obedient to Fang Nu. Huo Xunmei's words were said to Fang Nu.

Fang Nu nodded solemnly, "Slave obeys." ”

Huo Xunmei waved her hand, signaling that the two of them could retreat.

Dou Nu and Fang Nu drove King Xiang back to the room to sleep on the left and right.

The huge antechamber was attended by only one servant. Huo Xunmei, who had a rare moment of leisure, picked up the wine jug and poured herself a drink.

Compared with Xie Jiulang, King Xiang is stupid and incompetent, greedy and lustful. However, the biggest point of King Xiang is that it is easy to control. Give him a little favor, and he will bow his head and obediently.

If it weren't for the three Zhao Sheng brothers who didn't eat hard and soft, where would Huo Xunmei use to entrap King Xiang?

Huo Xunmei clenched the wine cup with two fingers, and her eyes revealed burning hatred. Even if he threw Zhao Jin as bait, the three brothers would not be deceived. It's really damnable!

On the first day of the new year, the three brothers of the Zhao family can come back to visit their families for three days. The small courtyard of the farmhouse in Fengshan Village is a little noisy because of the crying of the baby. Older children are already able to do simple chores for their parents. Go up the mountain to collect firewood or feed chickens and ducks, pick up eggs, weed, etc.

The three brothers Zhao Sheng will also bring some gadgets to the children when they pass through the market on the way back. Girls' favorite head ropes, silk flowers, boys' favorite spinning tops, noodle figures, or a few pieces of hammer candy that are not easy to get for them.

Zhao Sheng hugged his youngest son, who was only three months old, and coaxed him to sleep. But this little baby hasn't seen Daddy for many days, and he cries and screams with his hands and feet in Zhao Sheng's arms, no matter how he coaxes, he can't coax it. Rong felt sorry for the child and said: "You are full of horse manure, go wash and pick up." The child gave it to me. ”