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A concubine's clothing ranged from twenty or thirty gold, and at most hundreds of gold. The palace maids were lowly, but they were wearing silk and silk. The price of silk was also not expensive, each of which was as little as seven or eight hundred yuan, or as much as one or two thousand yuan. The cost of a piece of clothing was definitely more than a treasure knife. The clothes were so expensive, and a pair of pearls were no less than clothes. Last year, Concubine Li spent 500 gold to buy three-inch pearls, but she thought it was small and wanted five-inch ones. The five-inch pearls cost thousands of gold, which was twice the annual salary of the emperor. The price was too high, so she gave up because she was afraid that it would cause criticism.

The cost of the palace must be reduced, and the cost of clothing is the first to be affected. If you don’t wear silk brocade, only gum hemp, but gum hemp is not cheap. For example, the black garment that Xiong Jing usually wears, the mysterious garment that doctors wear in court - the linen cloth is dyed vermilion red, the four is dyed purple, the five is dyed blue, the six is ​​dyed black, and the seven is dyed black. Such a complicated process, a black garment is priced more than one gold, but it is better than a 100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-100-1

The son greatly reduced the cost of the palace, and the concubine Zhao, who was the mother and queen, also reduced it. The officials and nobles outside the palace were like frightened birds. The next day, they hid all the silk brocade, fox fur, pearls, and pearls, and did not wear them when they went out. The family was worried that the servants would be mixed and dared not wear them. The beauties in the harem were scared or coaxed, and they also went to silk brocade, and they only allowed them to wear Gema clothes on weekdays.

The State of Chu was about to make a big change. The prince Fu Chu was forced to be buried in front of everyone. The thousands of sanitation and palace armor who returned from the battlefield were all murderous. Everyone believed that as long as the king gave the order, the whole Ying would definitely be in the air. At this time, whoever is the first to be the fool. He was worried and waited for the La Festival, which was contaminated with the joy of some common people, and only smiled on the faces of the officials and nobles.

The La Festival was at the social hall, but the court was also very lively. A few days ago, a firewood tower about four meters high was built in the middle of the court. The firewood tower was covered with grease all year round. This year, because of coal tar, Xiong Jing ordered it to be poured with coal tar. Also under his command, the coking coal tar was put into a copper kettle for distillation and separation. The light oil produced was like gasoline and very flammable. Apart from the tall firewood tower, there were more than 100 small firewood towers in the court. The sacrifices were carried out at night according to the custom of the Chu State, and these firewood towers naturally had to be lit at night.

"If the king forgets, the slave will attach himself to the king's ear and tell him." La Sheng was about to come, and the dancer's accompanying spirit girl asked Qing to kneel in front of Xiong Jing to explain everything. Whenever the previous dance dance was dancing, the king would not move for a moment, and then his head would rise up even harder. He didn't know that it was his own reason, and he thought that the king forgot his dance posture.

"Don't move." Xiong Jing didn't care what Xu was saying at all. He almost had a nosebleed just now. At this time, Xu was kneeling in front of him. He couldn't help but take off the mask she was wearing and then stroked her pretty face with his hands.

"King, I have a bad disease..." Wei was very young, as white as snow, but her face was not white, but her eyelashes were very long. As soon as Xiong Jingshou touched her skin, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

Spiritual women are originally people who seduce male ghosts and gods to come to earth to sacrifice, and are more than a hundred times more evil than Concubine Li in the palace. In addition to dancing with the sacrificial dance, they will also make seductive and moans of love when dancing with the male witches. Even in order to completely immerse themselves in the sacrifice, they will take a small piece of spiritual medicine, which is the kind of red mushroom that Xiong Jing had seen before. Cai Bao said: After taking the spiritual medicine, it seems like it is in the yellow spring, or it is like it is in the pond, around them, there are any evil ghosts or surrounded by beauty, and they will have whatever they want. Xiong Jing thought that the red mushroom was poisonous and would cause hallucinations after eating it.

The little finger slowly slid down her cheeks, and finally slid down to her neck through her red lips. It may be normal to caress her face, but it can be touched to her neck, and it will continue to slide down. No matter how dull the slightest, she felt something was wrong. She didn't dare to open her eyes and said tremblingly: "Master, no."

"Why not?" Xiong Jing's breathing was also rapid, and he wanted to touch it, just one.

"Ah, king!" Before his fingers touched there, Hun's body shrank back, and then she was nervous and bowed to Xiong Jing's feet, crying in words, "Please spare the slave, please spare the slave."

"I won't eat you again!" Xiong Jing was a little angry. As soon as his finger touched a little Bolan, the dead woman retreated.

"It's the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager said that we have a serious illness. If so, if so..., please spare the slave." Concubine Zhao not only explained her son, but also warned the spirit girl who accompanied her dance: the king is young and dares to seduce him, and will be killed without mercy.

"You go down." In addition to Xiong Jing and Yu, there were countless actors on both sides of the underground palace. The Attack Yin, who was responsible for the sacrifice, was also there. After the Attack Yin asked Yu to go down, he bowed to Xiong Jing and said, "I would like to remind the king that all the spiritual women have evil diseases, the Queen Mother said..."

"A bad disease?" Xiong Jing seemed to smile. He hated others to treat him as a child. "What kind of bad disease is it?"

"Yes, yes..." Gong Yin was speechless, and there was no evil disease at all.

"Get back. Don't think I don't know what's going on." The idea of ​​touching her was completely gone. Xiong Jing brought his ghost mask and grabbed the light short spear that was specially made and danced alone. The king danced, and the actor who stopped and dared not watch quickly played the music. The underground palace was filled with music again, and the dancing Xiong Jing sang extremely naturally:

"The earth is the same as the house, (the earth is the place where it is)

The water returns to its valley. (Rivers, rivers, go to its deep valleys)

Don’t make insects, (Locusts, don’t cause disasters)

The plants and trees return to their marsh. (Barcelain grass and thorns, don't hinder the crops.)"

It is impossible to dance alone in the La Festival. I saw Xiong Jing dancing alone alone, so I quickly put on a mask and danced softly. The actor blew up the feathers and played the ancient "Bin Feng·July".

"Zhuobifu fields, and every year they earn ten thousand. (That field is so wide that it can collect tens of millions of stones of grain every year)

I took the Chen Chen and ate my farmer. (I took out the Chen Gu and brought my farmer to feed my farmer)

It has been a year since ancient times. It is more than a southern mu. (I met a rare good year since ancient times, and I will take a trip to the southern mu.)

Some weed or woven, sorghum, sorghum. (I saw some weeding and some cultivated soil, dense sorghum with millet)

You mentioned Youzhi, and I was a fashionable man. (When I grew up and mature, the official of the field came to me)

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I am all clear and sacrificed sheep with me. (Prepare the grains for sacrifice for me, and the purely colored sacrificial sheep)

With society and land, my fields will be filled with me. (Please enjoy the land and gods from all directions. How excellent is my land)

The farmer's celebration is to beat the drums. (This is the farmer's festive day, and they play the drums with great joy)

Use Oden Ancestor to pray for sweet rain. (We welcome Shennong to express his wishes for the coming year and pray for the whole of God's sweet rain)

We will introduce our millet and millet, and we will be with our grains and our men and women. (Make our crops flourish and prosperous, and we will be rich and prosperous forever)”

The song of the La Festival is the song of a good harvest. Faced with the harvest, take out the Chen Valley and divide it with the farmers, prepare the grain and sacrifice the land and all directions. He not only needs to thank him, but also pray. This is a sacrifice song that only the patriarch or the king can chant, because they are the representatives of the entire clan and the nominal owner of the land.

Xiong Jing remembered the whole song word for the first time, not only because he had amazing memory, but also because this song was extremely consistent with his current identity. He is the king of Chu, and only he can sacrifice gods on behalf of the people of the country, and only he can pray to the gods for the coming year.

Xiong Jing sang sacrificial songs, and the sacrificial songs were dancing enthusiastically around her. Today, she was no longer wearing a robe, but wearing the animal skins of the sacrificial festival. After dancing several times, she began to sleep until she rolled on the mat, with her slender arms open or closed, and her jade legs seemed to be rejected and greeted, just like a courtship among animals. Xiong Jing restrained her desire and dared not look at her, so as not to interrupt her chanting or blood flowing from the nose. Finally, when the whole sacrificial song was finished, the music of the sacrifice stopped, and the first sacrificial ceremony ended.

The attacking Yin Le smiled. This was the first time that the king had completed the ritual smoothly. Although the next five rituals were different, they were not more complicated than the first time. He said with relief: "The king is smart, the old minister is relieved. If the world knows that the king can complete this ritual sacrifice at a young age, it will be unbelievable."

After the ceremony, Yu stood with Xiong Jing. Xiong Jing pulled her. When she pulled her, she reached into the animal skin with one hand. She still held the slippery part and didn't take it out. Gong Yin was old and fainted, and he didn't see it at all.

"Since he is the king, he wants to personally hold the sacrifice ceremony. This is the duty of the king." Xiong Jing remained silent, and the one who was held by him did not dare to speak out. She hoped that the king could let go sooner, and hoped that he would hold it forever.

"Since that's the case, please rest for a moment." The attacking Yin Yi stepped down.

"What's your name?" After a short break, most of the actors who played music left.

"Go back to the king, the slave called me." Although I had already let go, I still feel that my chest was still being held by the king.

"No surname?" Xiong Jing nodded and continued to ask.

"I have a low life, and I dare not have a surname." Xu peeked at Xiong Jing and then lowered it quickly. The moment she was holding her chest, she knew that the king was not a child who was not yet a child, but a full king.

"Yeah..." Looking at the silence, Xiong Jing was a little confused. He was too young and was involved in men and women too early, and might have short life. Even if he didn't have short life, he was likely to be like Puyi. Xiao Gou Gou was messed up by eunuchs, making Wanrong able to steal men.

The reason is this, but the jade legs are too tempting. In jargon, it is called: this legs can be played for three or five years. If you wear black stockings or white over-knee socks, this legs can be played for ten years. Should you stay for a few years, or will you throw them into the cold palace to make yourself grow up? This is really a problem.
Chapter completed!