Crazy criticizes the villain for sticking to his upper body, but the host says he is too naked

Murong Peiyao was dragged and dragged to a remote corner by Zhi Qian, and received a heavy beating without any resistance.

Zhi Qianxin was ruthless and hit the sore spots without leaving any scars. After she was angry, she patted her butt and left feeling refreshed.

Murong Peiyao waited for a long time before crawling out of the corner in embarrassment. Her whole body was in severe pain, and she couldn't find any wounds or bruises. Even if she wanted to file a complaint, there was no evidence.

She limped out of the palace under the surprised looks of the people coming and going. She greeted all the eighteen generations of Murong Zhiqian's ancestors in her heart and vowed to make her look good!

Zhiqian said it didn't matter, since he wasn't her ancestor anyway. Hey!

After Murong Peiyao dragged her broken body out of the palace, she contacted Wei Yuze and revealed her identity, telling her about the donation of money for disaster relief. Wei Yuze was shocked that the person he admired turned out to be the current King Jing!

Murong Peiyao had been in contact with Wei Yuze as a businessman.

She always makes innovative gadgets, such as perfume, lipstick, soap, refined salt... She is like an inventive genius.

After getting in touch with her, he couldn't help but fall in love with her, and she was also funny and connected with him.

After being shocked, she was delighted. Wei Yuze expressed his willingness to help her.

She went back and persuaded her mother, the richest man in the capital. After the richest man met Murong Peiyao again, the next day he visited the prominent wealthy businessmen in the capital one by one.

She also asked her royal husband and cousin Chu Yiqing to go to the Chu family on the grounds that she was going back to her parents' home to visit relatives, and asked General Chu to help invite some dignitaries in the court who could talk to him to attend the banquet.

The Queen appropriated several treasures from the treasury as rewards for the top three donations.

The courtiers who attended the banquet each donated an item as an auction item. After all, they were specially invited by General Chu, so they had to give it some face.

After all preparations are in place, such a massive fund-raising and donation meeting will be held at Prince Jing's Mansion on the third day.

……

Zhi Qian wandered into Prince Jing's mansion. The mansion was decorated with lights and colorful and bustling with people. It really looked like that.

"Imperial sister, you're finally here!" Murong Peiyao spoke with gritted teeth when she thought of the dull pain in her body.

"You're here just in time, go entertain the merchants over there! They are all today's sponsors, so you have to entertain them well! Don't offend them, otherwise we won't be able to raise money for disaster relief, and you and I will have to walk around without food. .”

"Not only will the Queen Mother be blamed, but the people affected by the disaster will also suffer because of this. This matter is of great importance. My dear sister, please think carefully about it!"

Let an imperial daughter entertain low-class merchants. If Murong Zhiqian went there and acted lowly in front of a group of merchants, and was seen by the courtiers who came today, she would definitely be involved again.

If her arrogant demeanor arouses the dissatisfaction of the merchants and makes them unwilling to donate, then she will appear again to smooth things over, and Murong Zhiqian will end up with the reputation of being unable to distinguish between occasions and being ignorant.

Zhi Qian raised her hand, and Murong Peiyao, who was mentally ill, quickly took a step back.

Zhi Qian pursed her lips: "Sister Huang, what are you doing? You seem to be afraid of me. I just want to help you brush the fallen leaves off your shoulders."

Murong Peiyao turned her head, and there was indeed a leaf on her shoulder. She shook the leaf off and said defensively: "I will do it myself, I don't need you!"

Zhiqian stopped regretfully: "Okay...I will definitely entertain them well and make sure they are willing to donate money! Sister Huang, don't worry!"

Zhi Qian's expression showed that there was nothing wrong with me, which made Murong Peiyao look even more worried.

I always feel like she's going to do something...

But the innocent expression on her face doesn't look like it...

She still had to watch the entire audience today, and someone called her again, so she had no choice but to put the weird feeling in her heart behind her.

……

At the businessman's table, several businessmen with big bellies and rich clothes were not as honored as they imagined. They were drinking tea on the table, and a group of old foxes were testing each other.

"I don't know what kind of medicine is in the gourd of the imperial court. Don't you always like to deal with us? Today, I am lucky enough to be invited to Prince Jing's Mansion."

"Should I say it or not, I am worthy of being an official. Even the servants are more beautiful than the others. That perky butt, that slender waist, and that tender little face are amazing!"

"Tsk...Boss Zheng, your family has a waiter in the eighteenth room, so be careful that your body cannot bear it."

The boss surnamed Zheng snorted and ignored the man's teasing. He stared at the servants with a pair of mung bean eyes, staring at them with a chill.

Others continued to discuss the banquet.

"I'm afraid it's related to the Nanjiang flood, and I'm worried about the little money in our pockets! I heard from the grapevine that King Jing suggested that we donate money to help the victims! I don't know what benefits Old Wei got from King Jing. Call us here.”

"That's unreasonable! Our money didn't come from the strong wind. How can we just take it out? These officials are very clever. Usually we nod and bend down to make it easier for them, but they don't even look at us. They always make things difficult, but today they thought of us!"

The status of merchants is not just talk. Merchants pursue profit and are inferior in everything. Only those who are well-educated will make profit margins or even huge profits, which is shameful for scholars. Most of the people who can serve as officials in the court are literati.

"Well, everyone has been invited, and it's such a big scene. I'm afraid I'll feel bad if I don't pay some money. In that case, I'll donate three to five taels. It's worthy of King Jing's arrangement!"

The man spit out the tea he drank in his mouth, squeaked a few times, and put the cup back on the table: "Dang Tangtang King Jing, why are you drinking this kind of tea? You have a sharp throat, and the appearance is that of the old man from the year before last." Now is the tea! None of my servants drink this kind of tea."

The other businessmen heard this and pretended to taste the products carefully.

"Should I say it, the quality of this tea is indeed average. No tea can escape the mouth of your boss Ming! If you want to know whether the tea is good or not, boss Ming will know it as soon as he drinks it. Have you bought any good tea recently? Give me some time!"

"I'll definitely stay, I'll definitely stay..."

At this time Zhi Qian came over and noticed her with sharp eyes.

Several of them knew the original owners.

"Hey, who did I think it was? It turns out to be His Highness Prince An!"

"Hahaha, King An, why haven't I seen you go to my gambling house with your friends for a long time? I've recently come up with a new way to play!"

"Is it because you are too strict when you marry a husband? Or have you discovered that the man's happiness is indulged in the gentle land? As expected of Prince An, he is so romantic that he married the two young masters of the prime minister's family back home without a word. !”

"Prince An, the flowers in our house are not as fragrant as wild flowers. Now that meat is blooming, let's indulge. My family has opened several brothels, and they have all kinds of brothels, exotic styles, weak scholars, sexy little wild cats... Hehe... Welcome... Let’s play…”