Facts have proved that Jiang Pengji's words are really unbelievable, including punctuation.
Although Jiang Pengji has never participated in a large party in ancient times, she has participated in a previous era.
As the most powerful military boss in the Federation, no one is holding her wherever she goes
For important banquets of a federal nature, the organizers will habitually send her an invitation. As for whether people arrive, it depends entirely on personal mood.
After comparing the parties of the two eras, she found that whether it was the ancient era or her era, it was nothing more than those usual routines, but as the army commander, she was a big guy who was held by others and had to look at his face. She is just shrimp.
Her ears listened to the moving voices of Shengge and Qin, and her eyes watched the graceful dance. Jiang Pengji smiled faintly.
A little transparency also has the advantage of being a little transparent, at least she doesn't need to remember who so-and-so is, and she doesn't need to think about so-and-so's family background and other human-machine relationships, and then she decides how to talk to the other party, and everything is like that Tired and panicked.
"It's hard for you to watch it with such gusto—they dance so well?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at the live broadcast barrage. The audience commented on the dancer's body, face and skin. As for the dance... They all felt that it was too slow, it felt like the old lady and husband in the park were playing Tai Chi, which was not as good as other square dances. .
Although she didn't know what Taijiquan was or what square dancing was, it wasn't easy to describe the meaning of the bullet screen.
"Turn around and shake your sleeves lightly, frowning your brows and curling up with flowers." The young man Feng Jin looked at the dancers who were dancing gracefully, and smiled without looking back, "The waist is like a willow, and the voice is like a ying... It needs to be carefully savored, Lanting is impatient, so it is time to meditate."
Jiang Pengji looked bewildered, looked at Feng Jin, who was so invested, then looked at the dancers, and then at the audience in the live broadcast room.
Suddenly, she felt that the audience in the live broadcast room and her aesthetics were in the same dimension, and the young Feng Jin was already supernatural.
"Dancing is pretty good, but I prefer enchanting ones, with fair skin and beautiful long legs, big breasts and buttocks..."
This remark was unanimously crowded by the audience in the live broadcast room.
[Orange-flavored chicken drumsticks]: I just like such an honest and sincere anchor.
[Let's go with Pippi Shrimp]: Actually, I also like hot bodies. When watching live broadcasts, I only pay attention to hot female anchors, and basically don't watch those without bodies. The anchor is the only one who does not rely on body, but on content to attract this baby to follow up. You are the most special.
[Shu Mi will show you the goldfish]: Go upstairs well, #lightwax
The little angel in the live broadcast room echoed Jiang Pengji's point of view, but Feng Jin, an orthodox ancient man, was not so open.
The snow-white face was flushed, obviously embarrassed.
"vulgar!"
Yo Yo Yo, shy.
Jiang Pengji understood that even if a young man of Feng Jin's age liked a young lady with bumpy skin, he would not say anything.
She sneered coldly, "Huaiyu's words are against her heart, where am I vulgar? I don't like warm and soft ones, could it be that you still want to hold one of your size in the future? You told me before? You have no intention of sharing peaches with Longyang, and you will be exposed."
Feng Jin can be considered a relatively talkative person, but when a scholar encounters a soldier, he has always been unreasonable.
Jiang Pengji made it clear that he misinterpreted his words, where is Feng Jin's opponent
His heart was furious, and he gritted his teeth, "Lanting dares to let Governor Liu hear these words?"
Jiang Pengji countered indifferently, "Huaiyu forgot, who did I go to the brothel with before?"
Feng Jin: "…"
Who else is there, your father, Liu She... um... well, he lost...
wrong!
Feng Jin later remembered that the sex of the little friend beside him was female or not.
Thinking of this, his expression became intriguing, and it was more common to be constipated.
Governor Liu, your daughter is such a bear, why don't you come and take care of it
Liu She said - what can I do, I'm also very desperate, not to mention the girl who goes to the brothel, even if she goes to the small restaurant in the South Courtyard, she has to accompany her.
Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Jin, who had a lifeless face, and narrowed her eyes with a smile.
There were all kinds of bad things in the ancient times, but one thing is worth affirming, the character of the majority of the people is relatively conservative.
For example, the young Feng Jin in front of him, no matter how serious he is, he is essentially a teenager in his mid-teens. He is very tender. Jiang Pengji only needs to give up a face and put on a "love" attitude. Feng Jin really couldn't do anything about her.
There are three urgent people, Feng Jin youth accidentally drank a lot of wine, his face was slightly embarrassed, and a palace lady who was waiting for him led the way to the toilet, Jiang Pengji saw him leave, looked at the empty seat beside him, and raised his eyebrows lightly , Moji also got up.
She is still a little curious about the Royal Garden in ancient times.
As a qualified anchor, you naturally have to meet the needs of the little angel of the audience in the live broadcast room, right
Learning from Feng Jin's elegant words, Jiang Pengji successfully hooked up a maid in palace costume to lead her out of the room.
[Orange-flavored chicken drumsticks]: Grandma, this baby just wants to visit the ancient royal garden, not the toilet... If Grandma uses the toilet live, this baby doesn't mind...
When Jiang Pengji saw this barrage, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
She never thought that the live broadcast audience in recent times would have such a strong taste.
"...I wonder if this girl knows where the gentlemen of those evaluations are? I have a few friends who are in this class. If you count the time, the evaluation should start for a while, but I always feel a little apprehensive. I don't know. Can the girl lead the way for me?"
The palace lady pursed her lips and smiled.
"Langjun calls a slave like this, but he is a slave. There are strict rules in Bieyuan, and everyone has their own way. With such a humble body as a slave, he is not qualified to approach that place. If Langjun wants to go, slave I'll show you the way through the garden and you'll see it."
"Then trouble the girl."
The garden of the Royal Garden is naturally not comparable to the small garden of Liu Mansion. The garden is full of exotic flowers and plants. Although it is a depression and late autumn, the garden is still full of colorful flowers. The bright colors dispel the depression. Kind of lively.
It is said that the imperial garden in Shangyang Palace is more than ten times larger than this garden.
On weekdays, only the emperor, concubines, and princes and concubines can watch it, and others can't get close at all.
Even the garden in front of this royal garden, if it wasn't for a special day, a nobleman like Jiang Pengji who didn't have the slightest fame would not have the right to step into it, let alone walk around and enjoy the beautiful scenery.
"Uh-ah-your Highness--light, light--ah-"
Jiang Pengji found a relatively secluded place, and was going to find a rockery to rest.
A viewer in the live broadcast room expressed that he was very interested in unfamiliar plants in the garden, and wanted to observe closely, and asked Jiang Pengji if he could stay in the garden for a while. Bravo.
She thinks that she is free now, so it will be all right.
It's just that she just squatted in the rockery group for a while, and there was a gasp of anger from below. The gasps of men and women were mixed, and it became more and more high-pitched and hurried, with an ambiguous atmosphere.
"Ah-ahh-"
Jiang Pengji sitting directly above: "…"
The audience in the live broadcast room was more direct and exploded.
I wiped it, and after chasing the live broadcast for half a year, I finally got to drive!