Except for Feng Zhen, Jiang Pengji and the audience in the live broadcast room, they were fascinated, but the others showed little interest.
Bow your head down, eat and eat.
They have been simple for too long, and they are used to bland banquets, and they suddenly feel tired of the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of them.
[Ghost genius Guo Fengxiao]: Oh, time-travel is still very good, if you can mix well like the anchor, wake up and take control of the world, and be drunk on the knees of beautiful women. Just thinking about it makes me jealous. The ladies and sisters are so good-looking, like flowers and jade, but that's it.
The Han women's faces are exquisite and restrained, their facial features are relatively plain, and the northern Xinjiang beauties are more profound, which is more in line with the audience's aesthetics.
The face is second, the key is Miss Dancer's chest, buttocks, bulging forward and backward, and it feels good to look at.
[Qingluoyuexia]: #Picking nose, you also said that if you get along well with the anchor - what if you get along badly
[More grass and wood ash]: The biggest enjoyment of watching the live broadcast is to see a group of pure and natural high-value young ladies who have been cured of facial blindness for many years.
The audience was chatting with each other. The rhythm of the musicians playing the musical instruments was sometimes excited and high-pitched, like fire, and sometimes refused to welcome, or to talk, as if there was a slender hand, gently teasing the innermost heart The soft heartstrings are looming and looming.
Jiang Pengji smiled and stretched out her hand to the dancer in the middle. The other party's eyes rolled, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He stepped forward on the cat's step and handed out his right hand.
"Hands are as soft as weeds, as thin as cream."
Jiang Pengji praised with a smile in public, the dancer who led the dance smiled at Yu Sheng, and the others turned black.
Qi Guanrang secretly glanced at his lord, and Feng Zhen secretly glanced at Wei Ci.
Since ancient times, only men have been flirtatious and flirting with flowers. When have they ever seen a woman sultry everywhere
However, who made their master different, there seems to be no sense of disobedience.
The dancer danced several festive group dances. Except for Jiang Pengji and Feng Zhen, who were delighted, everyone else had no trouble.
"What do you think?"
Until Miss Wuji retreated completely, Jiang Pengji was still unsatisfied, and asked all the subordinates kindly.
Feng Zhen was the first to say, "The dance is beautiful, and the people are even better."
The others remained silent.
Jiang Pengji said, "I also think it's wonderful. The battle in the northern Xinjiang will take a year and a half to be optimistic, and the pressure on the soldiers is too great. In my opinion, it is better to let these dancers perform occasionally to reward the whole army. , and secondly, we can relieve stress through festive singing and dancing.”
There are no psychiatrists in this era. Even if the soldiers have emotional problems, they can only rely on them to mediate.
Jiang Pengji planned to get a song and dance troupe and perform a few occasional performances to relieve the emotional pressure of the soldiers through entertainment.
When everyone heard it, they were dumbfounded.
They thought that the protagonist simply liked the color of the dancer, but they didn't expect that what was in their minds was still serious.
In contrast, Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, was at a disadvantage at the level of ideological realm.
Fu Wang frowned, slightly disapproving of the tunnel, "My lord, isn't this destroying the atmosphere of military discipline?"
The military camp is a serious place. What are these dance girls doing here to dance and sing
"It's too pedantic to say that as the picture is." Jiang Pengji said, "The soldiers who followed our army on expeditions, except for a few veterans, are mostly decent people. Not to mention murder, some of them have not even slaughtered chickens or ducks. I'm afraid of losing my life in private."
The two sword brows were tightly wrinkled, leaving a few folds between the brows.
Fu Wang still remembered the scene of his first murder, but he didn't feel afraid to imitate, the lord was too worried.
"I'm afraid even of this, the battlefield sword has no eyes, how can I survive?"
Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word, "It's settled anyway, Quan treats the extra benefits I've created for the soldiers."
Fu Wang is helpless.
Who let the family be the lord? As long as there are no serious issues of principle involved, almost no one will stop her.
Going back 10,000 steps, people are also for the good of the soldiers.
After a simple celebration feast, what should everyone do
Although they have won a big victory today, they still have to sort out the spoils, settle the guards and prisoners, and count the casualties... In addition, the soldiers are also exhausted. If they were not immersed in the joy of victory, they might have found a place to sleep on their stomachs long ago.
Everyone retreated, and Jiang Pengji specially left Wei Ci behind.
Before Feng Zhen left, he winked at Wei Ci, and Qi Guanrang gave him a pitying look.
The former's eyes read "Seize the opportunity", and the latter's eyes read "Take care all the way."
Wei Ci: "..."
"Zixiao-"
Jiang Pengji held Wei Ci's hand, not as soft and warm as a woman's, but rather hard.
Wei Ci lowered her eyelids and looked at her hand.
He lightly opened his thin lips and asked calmly, "Is your lord comparing the feel of the two?"
At this time, the live broadcast room has not yet been related, and the audience watched this development in horror, sluggish for a second, and then screamed—
[Little Ding Ding]: Did the baby miss an important plot? Why does the kind person accept being touched by the anchor without any grudges? Don't talk about touching hands before, people have to scold or avoid even a single sentence of flirting—
[Manzhu Shahua]: Don't ask the baby, the baby doesn't know.
Jiang Pengji asked, "Zixiao is jealous?"
Wei Ci said, "That's just a woman, there's nothing to be jealous of."
If he was jealous of this, he would have been drowned in a vinegar vat in his last life.
Strange to say, His Majesty and men are close friends, but women always have bad intentions towards her.
"Tsk—Look at your calm appearance, you can see clearly." Jiang Pengji said, "This is something you're used to seeing."
She made a pun.
Wei Ci was not as panicked as before.
He had a hunch that the man in front of him not only stripped off his vest, but he also speculated a lot about his previous experience.
"As long as you like it," Wei Ci said.
[Kiss Qinghe gently]: Cimeiren's psychological activity at this time - as a man who can surf in the vinegar sea, he is not afraid of everything!
"Zixiao is too cold, I'm not happy." Jiang Pengji stretched out his hand to him, "You will be happy only if you kiss and hug."
Wei Ci blushed silently: "..."
How can there be such a red fruit
It's not that his rank is not enough, it's just that the rank of the people he meets is too high.
"Master, don't make trouble." Wei Ci paused and added, "This is the military camp."
"Isn't it a military camp?"
Wei Ci: "...that's not going to work either."
Has Your Majesty been so eloquent in his previous life
Obviously very silent, serious and serious!
"Today's big victory, Zixiao won't give anything to encourage him?" Jiang Pengji reached out to Weici.
The other party was silent, and took out a piece from his sleeve and put it in her palm.
A small private print.
There is only one word for private printing - Peng.
In another place, Feng Zhen was about to go to sleep, when he saw Qi Guanren looking back at the main tent, he put one hand on the other side's shoulder.
"What a formality!" Qi Guanrang took his hand down.
"Speaking of which—my lord's nineteenth anniversary, right?"
Guan Qi raised his eyebrows, "If you have something to say, say it directly."
"You said they—" Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows, an expression that men understood.
"That's the lord!" Qi Guanrang's expression sank, and his dark eyes carried a bit of sternness, "Feng Langzi, pay attention to your words and deeds!"
Feng Zhen was not afraid of the other party, he said, "I'm not disrespectful to the lord, I'm just worried about one thing. The lord is a woman, who should inherit her family business?"
If there is no successor, to their courtiers, it will be like rootless duckweed, and people will be unstable.
"Naturally, he is the future young master, so there is no need to ask." Qi Guan gave way, "Wei Zixiao has a sense of restraint, he does not dare to overstep."