Power allows you to trample everything on others at will, including dignity and integrity.
A casual word can easily kill someone.
The palace officials deprived Wang Jinghong of his right to be a man and cut off his descendants.
Then, he will be the most powerful person in the palace.
This is a human transaction and is reasonable.
"Master Zheng, after you left Ouchi, that little palace maid..."
Wang Jinghong suddenly asked about the maid in Tiexuan's house, which surprised Zheng He.
Presumably this guy has been secretly investigating him, hoping to get a handle on him, which he can then use.
"Oh, you're talking about Yun Niang who plays the pipa in the orchestra."
Zheng He took a sip of wine and said with a normal expression:
"She was originally the personal maid in Tie Xuan's concubine. Legend has it that she was very good at playing the piano, and the Queen loved the sound of the piano the most, so I transferred her to the music studio to serve the Queen."
There is nothing wrong with this statement, it is watertight.
What Wang Jinghong heard was still shrouded in mist, and he didn't have the answer he wanted.
I only vaguely understood that this Yun Niang really had no big relationship with Zheng He.
But she doesn't seem to be an ordinary lower-class palace maid.
The deeper things can only be figured out by Wang Jinghong himself.
"I'm just asking casually, please don't mind me." Wang Jinghong quickly apologized with his hands in hand.
Just ask?
You've already had sex with this girl, but you're just pretending to be pretentious here for fear of being tabooed by me.
But this is good, it cuts off Xu Qin's love and thoughts, so as not to cause trouble in the future.
"Okay, brother Jinghong, let's just drink and reminisce tonight, and let nature take its course for the rest."
Zheng He changed the topic.
"As you please, my lord."
Wang Jinghong sighed with relief and raised his glass with both hands.
Zheng He raised his wine glass as a signal, and the two of them drank the wine one after another.
Hou Xian stood at the door at some point, looking inwardly, his face as usual, and walking softly.
"Master Manager, Eunuch Jinghong." He bowed and greeted the two of them.
He can also be regarded as one of the "Five Eunuchs" of Prince Yan's Mansion.
Zheng He planned to hand over all matters in Kunning Palace to Hou Xian and serve as the imperial eunuch.
The main purpose of asking him to come over at this time was to meet and say hello to Wang Jinghong, which could be regarded as an interaction.
"Has everything been arranged?"
"Reporting to the steward, my wife has gone to bed. She just had a cough recently. She is much better after drinking the decoction."
"Half a grain of ambergris was burned in the incense burner. It was Qiu Shang who arranged the arrangements at the door. It is Eunuch Li who is combing his hair tomorrow morning. There are twenty palace guards keeping watch at night. They have just finished their shift."
Hou Xian reported one by one, clearly speaking and speaking in a gentle tone.
"Well, you have to remember these things. Come, sit down and have a drink together."
Zheng He said gently.
"yes."
Hou Xian sat down slowly, lowered his head and raised his hand to fill Zheng He and Wang Jinghong's glasses with wine, then filled it himself and raised his hands to toast.
The relationship between Wang Jinghong and Hou Xian is like a person who doesn't like to be jealous, but keeps a bottle of old vinegar at home.
I don’t usually use it very much, but when I have guests at home, there are always people who love this smell and have to use it.
Although they both worked under Zheng He, their personalities were completely different.
Just like two old trees swaying in the wind, they are next to each other and see each other every day, but they have no intersection.
If Wang Jinghong is a young master's fate, he is a slave's fate.
Then Hou Xian was born to be a slave to fate and luck, with a servile nature in his heart.
No matter how Wang Jinghong looked at it, he just didn't like it, let alone interact with it.
"It seems that Brother Hou Xian has succeeded to the throne of the Chief Steward and has taken over the work of Kunning Palace. I am afraid that the position next to His Majesty will also be yours from now on."
Wang Jinghong was very clever. He figured out Zheng He's layout in the inner palace at a glance.
It seems that Ouchi will not be able to sing a one-man show in the future.
Regardless of Hou Xian's simple report just now, it was Zheng He's experience gained from serving his master for twenty years.
If it were anyone else, Zheng He would probably not be able to speak a word, let alone teach him step by step.
"Oh, brother Jinghong, look at what you said is so profound. In fact, these are all for making a living. You also know that he is stupid. He has served the master for many years, so you should give him a chance to experience."
Zheng He also hummed, which was regarded as admission.
"Brother Hou Xian and I haven't had a drink yet. Come on, brother Yu, I respect you."
After saying that, Wang Jinghong raised his hand and said in respect.
Hou Xian, whose name was called, frowned slightly, stood up hurriedly, clinked glasses with others, and drank heavily.
…
It was already midnight when Wang Jinghong went back.
In the dark prison area, only a bright light in front of his small courtyard was still weakly lit.
Suddenly, a warm current flashed through his heart, and he couldn't help but smile happily.
Opening the door, Xiuying was sitting at the table, wearing a gray robe and cotton coat.
She bought this with Xu Qin's ten taels of silver, a complete set of cotton-padded clothes, cotton trousers, and quilts.
As for the fur robe Wang Jinghong gave her, she always put it aside.
At this time, she was sewing in her hands.
The black smoke from the candlelight would sometimes smoke her, and the smell of the smoke would make her cough a few times, then continue.
The moment she looked back, her young facial features had grown wider, becoming more beautiful and handsome.
"came back."
Xiuying blinked her tired eyes, quickly stood up and supported Wang Jinghong, who was unsteady on his feet, and said to the accompanying little eunuch:
"Just give me the bus, Prince. You go and have a rest."
The soft fragrance of jade arms made Wang Jinghong feel so comfortable, and his body unconsciously leaned on Xiuying.
He collapsed in front of the table in a state of confusion and saw a finished shoe sole, the size and style of which should be that of a man's shoe.
"Whose is a man's thing?"
Suddenly there was a surge of evil fire in his heart, and he swept the sole of the shoe to the ground with a wave of his sleeve.
"Don't..."
Xiuying was about to stop him, but she was afraid of making Wang Jinghong angry, so she could only help him into the room first.
It is said that if wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.
When he arrived at the bedside, Wang Jinghong became restless.
The lingering scent of a woman's body spread into her nostrils, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Xiuying's slender, white, swan-like neck.
His energy and blood suddenly surged up. He didn't know why he felt uncomfortable, and his breathing began to become rapid.
The eunuch has no descendants, but the thought of being in harmony with each other is still there.
Especially the temptation of Xiuying's virginity made Wang Jinghong's fantasy grow stronger.
At this time, he took advantage of the drunkenness and wrapped his arms around her waist, greedily and crazily inhaling the scent of her body.
Her mouth, which smelled of alcohol, rubbed between Xiuying's ears.
From his confused mouth, he murmured in a drunken voice:
"Yun'er, Yun Niang... just sleep in this room today, stay with your brother, stay with your husband... okay?"
Although it has been more than ten days since they moved here, the two of them still sleep on separate beds.
She would rather suffer the cold outside than share the same bed with Wang Jinghong.
No matter how Wang Jinghong used both soft and hard tactics, he presented a large number of gold, silver and jade articles to seduce him.
But Xiuying refused to obey and was too stubborn to let go.
Seeing her determination to fight to the death, Wang Jinghong didn't want to push too hard.
Thinking that the future is long and that he can never escape from the palm of his hand, he is not in a hurry.
But right now, he seems a little impatient.
