"Ah--neck pain, no more tea-"
Feng Zhen put down his pen, beat his aching neck with his fist, moved his toes, and after sitting for a long time, felt that neither of his legs belonged to him anymore.
Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo slips, and said without raising his head, "There's no more tea, just ask the maid in the tea room to add another pot."
There was a meaningful smile on Feng Zhen's face, "Exactly, the maid in the tea room has good massage skills."
Yang Si lowered his eyes and said, "You are really not afraid of things. Who knows what these maids used to be?"
The imperial city of Chenzhou experienced a catastrophe. Many officials were captured and taken away, leaving behind many concubines, female slaves, maids, and servants raised by the ministers... The mansion where they are temporarily living is also left by others and served. The maid and maid were also found later.
Feng Zhen said, "Just let her squeeze her shoulders, it's easy, I don't do anything else."
To be honest, since Feng Zhen came under Jiang Pengji's command, he has restrained a lot.
In the past, Tian Tian Mian Hua Su Liu, but now I can't hold Miss Sister's hand for a few months, let alone develop a further relationship.
If compared with the past, today's life is like the life of a delicate ascetic monk.
He was about to give himself a tear when he heard light footsteps outside, and the shadow cast into the hall slowly approached.
Feng Zhen didn't lift his head and said, "Go fill the table with tea, and squeeze my shoulders again. The strength is the same as yesterday."
After a while, there was no movement from the other party.
"You asked me to add tea to you and squeeze your shoulders?"
A familiar voice came from overhead, speaking with a somewhat indescribable warning.
Feng Zhen didn't hear it for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Why, I asked you to pinch your shoulders with Tiancha, and I wronged you?"
At this time, the barrage in the entire live room was distressing Feng Zhen, and by the way, he was expecting him to be cleaned up by the anchor.
[I love to send a few]: High-energy warning ahead - your rambunctious male god Fengzhen is about to be beaten by the anchor.
[Depressed with the wind]: I really want to grab Feng Langzi's shoulder and shake him fiercely. Is it bad to live, why do you want to die
[Zhangsun Wushuang]: Yes, why do you want to die? Let the anchor give him some tea? I think the anchor will directly squeeze his jaw and pour the whole pot of hot water into it. Let the anchor squeeze his shoulders? No, is he sure he won't break his collarbone
"Feng Zishi, I dare to pinch, I'm afraid you don't have the guts to let me pinch. It's been a good day, office work, and leisurely let the maid serve you and pinch your shoulders?" Jiang Pengji walked forward for two minutes Step, snow-white socks into the other side's line of sight.
Feng Zhen listened to the other party calling him even with his surname and name, and his voice changed into a tune he was already familiar with, which made him groan.
He raised his head slowly, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.
Alas-
She squatted down slightly with her knees bent and looked at him, "Zishi, do you want to try my craft?"
Feng Zhen was so frightened that he leaned back, his movements were a bit big, and he fell directly to the ground.
He got up hastily and said earnestly, "See your lord."
Jiang Pengji asked him with a smile, "You haven't answered my question yet."
Feng Zhen's expression suddenly became bitter, as if he had eaten a load of bitter gourds.
What is this called!
He knew that the woman who came in was not a maid but Jiang Pengji. Unless he wanted to die, how could he instruct her
However, the lord of his family wore women's clothes, and he didn't seem to have such hot eyes. It was much better than the burly men in women's clothes that Feng Zhen imagined.
Yang Si, who was watching the whole process from the opposite side, couldn't help laughing out loud.
Fengzhen is self-inflicted and deserves to be startled.
"Okay, Yang Jingrong, I sincerely look at people embarrassed."
Feng Zhen was a little uncomfortable at first, and always felt that it was a bit strange to face the heroine in women's clothing, but the urge to hate Yang Si prevailed.
Yang Si put his cheek in one hand and smiled, "If you didn't teach others the trick yourself, who would watch you lively?"
"Accidental making friends!"
Yang Si clearly knew that Jiang Pengji was coming, but he didn't even remind him, but looked at him coldly.
Feng Zhen wanted to say something, but a servant's voice came from outside.
"My lord, Mrs. Huang Jun came to visit."
Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Mrs. Huang Junshou, who is that?"
Yang thought for a while and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife, I don't know what the other party is doing."
Jiang Pengji was stunned, "Huang Bogao has a wife? You didn't even notice when you got married."
When Mrs. Huang Song came to the door, Jiang Pengji naturally couldn't stop people from the door, and could only meet them in person.
Yang Sidao, "Is it necessary for the lord to dress up again? If it is like this, it will be too plain."
Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "Your lord is not an ordinary back-house woman. Who is dressed up to show off, and what kind of style?"
After she finished speaking, she strode away.
She outperformed ordinary women by two or three steps.
Looking at her size, she is tall and slender, and ordinary men feel pressured, let alone those petite women.
Yang Si looked at it, and had a faint stomachache.
He felt that the lord was not wearing the wrong clothes, it was clearly the wrong birth.
Mrs. Huang Song settled in the living room. When Jiang Pengji passed by, she found two maids with knives standing outside the door.
She didn't frown, she entered naturally, and saw a bright-looking girl sitting at the bottom right.
She is young and wears a woman's bun. This should be Huang Song's wife.
[Yechouchang]: It's her birthday, Huang Song's wife looks like a high school girl, and she's already married.
Jiang Pengji coincides with the audience's thoughts.
Huang Song's wife is still a childish girl, but her brows have become more stable than adults.
"My concubine is from the Huang Qi clan, and I have seen Liuzhou Mu."
When Jiang Pengji was seated, Mrs. Huang Song leaned over to greet her, and the four maids with knives who served behind her also greeted her.
Jiang Pengji found that not only the maid had a knife, but Mrs. Huang Song was also a martial artist, with two knives on the belt around her waist.
Tsk tsk—Little Pepper, I don’t know if Huang Song is afraid of this young lady on weekdays
"I and Bo Gao are close friends. It's really a shame for the madam to give such a gift."
Compared to Mrs. Huang Song, who was not short of tortoiseshell hairpins, Jiang Pengji was especially sad when she went out in costumes.
However, the auras of the two are different, even if Jiang Pengji is facing the sky, it can still bring enormous pressure to the other party.
"Liuzhou Mu saved his concubine's husband and husband at the court meeting. This ceremony cannot be omitted."
Jiang Pengji snorted and said, "It's just a little effort, did Mrs. Qi make a special trip to thank you?"
"Yes, but the concubine doesn't know what Liuzhou Mu likes. If there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me."
Jiang Pengji glanced at the gifts placed below, all of which were high-quality rouge gouache and fabric jewelry.
She couldn't help being dumbfounded, knowing what this guy was coming for.
"Thank you."
Now, it was Mrs. Qi's turn to be surprised.
"Is the state shepherd angry?"
"Why are you angry?" Jiang Pengji said, "These are good things, I don't need them, but there are always beautiful women who need them."