"Huh?"
The little waiter smiled and said, "You are a distinguished place in the world. You may not be used to living there. The duke arranged it for you early in the morning. Please come with your handmaiden."
Ran Min was stunned and then reacted and said, "Lead the way!"
I haven’t eaten "meat flavor" for several months, and Ran Min’s heart is as itchy as being caught by a cat!
The waiter immediately led the way through a long corridor, crossed a Jinshui bridge and passed the arch to the original Tsinghua Hall, where the cool king lived.
"The position is inside." The little waiter bowed his head in front of a palace and made a gesture of "please"
Ran Min squinted and waved.
E Lai, his bodyguard, got the message and pushed the door, then let a team of foot soldiers go in and search first.
There are a lot of places for Tibetans in such a large palace. If Zhang Zuo ambushes heavily here, it will be very bad. Although Ran Min is brave, he is in a wrong state. Once the assassin suddenly attacks, it will be difficult to get some damage.
Ran Min entered the palace and saw three women sitting on a console table.
The woman sitting in the middle position is older and looks about thirty. She looks beautiful and her skin is white and greasy, not to mention that there are few such beauties in the north, even in the south of the Yangtze River.
She is wearing a lush brocade fur coat, which is very bright in color, but the brocade is already dim in her light!
Look at the age, it should be Zhang Zhonghua’s mother Ma Shi.
Ran Min was quite surprised. I didn’t expect this Markov to be so well maintained. It is said that Markov is nearly forty years old, but it looks like a young woman with a letter, so beautiful and moving!
The woman on the left is a little younger, about twenty years old. Her skin is better than snow, and her eyes are still like a clear water. Looking around, she has her own elegant and luxurious temperament, which makes people feel ashamed and dare not blaspheme.
However, there is quite a fascinating state in that cold and agile, and people can’t help but be haunted.
This should be the daughter of Zhang Zhonghua’s wife Pei Shi Pei Heng.
The youngest should be Zhang Lihua, who is known as the first beauty in Xiliang.
Her beautiful eyebrows puckered faintly, sweeping out shallow worries on her delicate face, adding a touch of pity to her original beauty.
What a treasure!
Ran Min rejoiced in his mind that if he didn’t appear these three excellent cabbages, he would be arched by the pig Zhang Zuo!
Ran Min vaguely remembers the history of Zhang Zuo’s famine. yin is cruel and immoral. First, Zhang Zhonghua’s mother committed adultery with Ma Shi, and then Zhang Zhonghua’s wife committed adultery with Pei Shi. From the palace concubine to Zhang Jun, Zhang Zhonghua’s unmarried daughter did not rape yin, and the Chinese people regarded each other as reciting the poem "Walls".
"You all retire!"
"promise!"
Seeing that it was impossible to search for outsiders, Ran Min asked these Suwei departments to retreat, while E Lai took a team of Suwei outside the palace for emergencies.
"Minister woman (female) see the emperor positions! Holy bow Jin’ an! "
I saw that the door had gone, and all the evil housekeepers had gone back. They were sitting at the console table like a deer, and all three beautiful women came to kneel down.
"I am safe"
Ran Min was not in a hurry but glanced at Ma Shi and laughed. "Are you Ma Shi?"
"Yes" Markov dare not look Ran Min in the eye with his head down.
"So you are Pei’s?"
"yes"
"Are you Zhang Lihua?"
"Is … is"
"Huh?" Ran Min was scared out of her wits when she slapped Zhang Lihua in the face and said, "Yes!"
"am I that scary?"
"No … No"
"Then why are you shaking all over? Am I going to eat you? Looked up at me. "
Zhang Lihua looked up and saw Ran Min trembling at a glance, scared and bowed his head to his heart like a deer.
Ran Min immediately sat down at the edge of the console table, and three women knelt down and didn’t dare to lift their heads. The atmosphere didn’t dare to breathe.
"You are all family waitresses. You shouldn’t have some talents, should you?"
Ma hurriedly said, "My wife is good at playing pipa and Pei Shi is good at playing guzheng and my daughter is good at dancing."
"Wonderful haha, in that case, you can play a song and dance."
"promise"
Ma and his wife seem to have prepared for the division of labor, one playing pipa, the other playing guzheng and the other dancing there.
Ma Shi plays the pipa, and its timbre is like a jade bead, and the spring water is tinkling and crisp.
Pei’s guzheng, however, has a euphemistic and low timbre, such as decadent sound, and it reverberates around like a drizzle hitting a banana. Listening far away, I am still intoxicated in this low-key guzheng.