Chapter 13: The cunning little eunuch
What's more, now that Wang Teng's identity and status in the inner court, the palace maids who want to eat with him, even if there are not thousand, there are eight hundred, and then take the opportunity to round the house, it is very easy.
But before that, he had to get his hands on it, and time was too tight for him to think about it anymore.
Weiyang Palace.
Hongfu looked at the hippie smiling face in front of him with an indifferent face, and took the initiative to please his little eunuch.
Of course, she knew the little eunuch's intentions.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Hongfu knew his intentions, but as soon as he wanted the little eunuch's invasive gaze yesterday, he decided to dry him for a few more days, anyway, there were still seven days before the middle of the month.
"Red Whisk girl, I didn't mean to offend yesterday, I came to apologize to you."
The little eunuch grinned, looking very clever, and took advantage of the situation to bow to the red whisk to apologize.
Looking at his hippie smiling face, not looking like four or six, the red whisk was still as cold as ice: "Recently, I have been tired of protecting Your Majesty, and I don't have the heart to write my heart, so wait for some time." β
After a while?
Lao Tzu's life is not life?
Wang Teng scolded secretly in his heart, but he still had a hippie smile on his face, moved his body, came behind Hongfu, stretched out his hands, put them on her fragrant shoulders, and massaged them directly:
"Red Whisk girl, I will do some massage, come, I'll press it for you, make sure that after you finish pressing, you will be refreshed."
Hongfu had no defense against the powerless Wang Teng, who knew that this cunning little eunuch was so bold that he actually stretched out his salty pig hand and pressed her shoulder.
Hongfu was very angry in her heart, you know, this is the first time that a man put his hand on her shoulder and pressed it.
Wonderful sensations swept over the body.
At this moment, Hongfu was angry and ashamed in his heart.
She wanted to stop it, but soon, she felt that this wonderful feeling was very pleasant, coupled with Wang Teng's moderate pressure, his hands seemed to have the magic power to eliminate fatigue.
Because it was too comfortable, Hongfu closed his eyes in enjoyment, and Wang Teng behind him still pressed his shoulders for him.
After a while.
"How? Red Whisk Girl, my massage skills are okay, right? β
Wang Teng withdrew his hand, walked around to the red whisk, saw her eyes closed comfortably, secretly happy in his heart, and continued: "Miss the red whisk, you see that I have pressed this press too, should you..."
Wang Teng rubbed his hands with a smile, his intention was self-evident.
Hearing this, Hongfu slowly opened his eyes and said, "Even if you don't have a heart method, do you know the cultivation method?" β
These words choked Wang Teng.
He is not a martial artist, so naturally he doesn't know how to cultivate.
"Come to my residence tomorrow and continue to serve with your massage technique, if it is comfortable, I will tell you the mental method and tell you the method of cultivation." Red Whisk said.
As soon as Wang Teng heard that there was a play, he immediately agreed.
The purpose has been achieved.
Wang Teng left satisfied.
After all, in addition to being a protΓ©gΓ© of the Son of Heaven, he is also the head of the Internal Affairs Office, and now he is still on duty, and he still has to go to the Internal Affairs Office to deal with various affairs of the Inner Court.
As soon as I arrived at the Internal Affairs Office, before I could enter, I heard a wail from inside.
Voices are heard.
Wang Teng couldn't help but be curious, quickened his pace, and walked into the Internal Affairs Mansion.
In the courtyard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
Several eunuchs were holding court battles and were scolding a low-level eunuch of the Internal Affairs Office with a hard rod, and not far away, Zhao Wouji, the head of the celebrant and supervisor, was sitting leisurely on a chair, quietly watching this scene.
Wang Teng recognized at a glance that the eunuchs who carried out the cane execution were not from the Internal Affairs Office.
"Father-in-law Zhao, what kind of wind blew you to the Internal Affairs Office?" Wang Teng walked towards Zao Wou-ki, first politely, and then pointed to the low-ranking eunuch of the Internal Affairs Office who had been beaten, and asked, "What's going on?" β
"Father-in-law, you, a person from the Internal Affairs Office, are too ignorant, our family came to the Internal Affairs Office to deal with business, and this little eunuch actually served tea to our family, which turned out to be boiling tea, and it burned our mouth."
Zhao Wouji pointed to the red patch on his lips, and continued: "Princess, don't think that our family is deliberately finding fault, this little eunuch is so hospitable, he will suffer a big loss, our family will help you teach him a lesson, long memory." β
Knowing the ins and outs, Wang Teng's eyes narrowed, and he stared at the corners of Zao Wou-ki's mouth, the so-called red burns at the corners of his mouth did not look like they were burned by boiling tea, but like they were bitten by mosquitoes.
What is not deliberately to find fault, it is nothing more than trying to find a good reason in advance, wanting him to have nothing to say.
It can be seen that Zao Wou-Ki is vicious.
"Alright, stop."
Wang Teng turned to look at the eunuchs who were carrying out the cane execution, and ordered a few people to stop, and let them fight again, and the low-level eunuch of the Internal Affairs Office who was beaten was really dead.
"Princess, what do you mean by that?" Zao Wou-Ki's face was gloomy, his face was displeased, and he raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Father-in-law Zhao, you also beat people, if you continue to fight, it will be easy to cause death, in my opinion, just punish a little, why do you need to make a big move?" Wang Teng suggested.
"Princess, this is the inner court, you have to follow the rules in everything!" Zhao Wou-Ki gestured with his orchid finger delicately, pointed to the low-level eunuch of the Internal Affairs Office who was beaten, and said, "What? Do you want to intercede for him? β
"Yes."
Wang Teng didn't beat around the bush: "Gonggong Zhao, you are the person who is the celebrant supervisor, and the person who was beaten is someone from my internal affairs office, it is reasonable, should you inform me?" What would you do if I went to the celebrant that day and found myself in the same situation, and I scolded the celebrant without saying hello? β
"Wang Teng, are you threatening our family?" Zao Wou-Ki stood up and called Wang Teng's name.
"Don't dare, it's just that I want to know, what would you do if what I said just now really happened, Grandpa Zhao?" Wang Teng had a meaningful expression on his face.
"You dare!"
Zhao Wuji said angrily: "The celebrant is under the jurisdiction of the Wei Governor, you are just the head of the Internal Affairs Office, and you still want to punish the person who is the master of the ceremonial superintendent?" You're not qualified enough! β
"In this way, if you bully someone from my Internal Affairs Office, then you are qualified enough?"
Wang Teng angrily reprimanded: "The twelve eunuchs of the inner court, the division of labor is clear, even if you are the head of the twelve eunuchs, you are not qualified to meddle in the affairs of the internal affairs office, and if you don't say hello, you will scold the people of my internal affairs office, Gonggong Zhao, you are suspected of overstepping your authority!" β
"You ββ!"
This big hat of 'suspicion of overstepping authority' was buttoned down, which made Zhao Wuji angry enough, all along, as the head of the twelve eunuchs of the inner court, the master of ceremonies and eunuchs can meddle in the affairs of each prison without any greeting, which is already an unwritten rule.
Now, Wang Teng actually uses unwritten rules to talk about things.
Zao Wou-Ki could not find any reason to refute it, after all, the emperor did not explicitly order the celebrant to be in charge of the rest of the prisons.