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One Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight: Receive Nansheng, Kill Anxi (86)

"It's not too many years since I saw you. I miss you. I couldn't help but say something naughty."

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, raised her hand to untie the rope that bound Lu Zheng, and threw it aside.

Lu Zheng shuddered after hearing this, his brows twitched, and the expression on his whole face seemed to be hovering on the verge of endurance and collapse.

He leaned back slightly, avoiding her approach.

With his hands free, he couldn't help rubbing his sore wrists, while speaking in a slightly uncomfortable tone.

"Liu Lanting, do you still think of yourself as a young man of twelve or thirteen years old?"

This is the military camp, not the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion where she drinks and listens to music, so she can't help being so wanton.

"If I went around the crowd, it would be an exaggeration to say I am twelve or thirty, but fifteen or six is ​​still fine." Jiang Pengji joked with a smile, "If I remember correctly, your age is almost the same as Zixiao's. Look at him, but he is much haggard and older. Add ten years to your age, and people will believe you when you say it. An Min is a careless master. You have cleaned up his messes for him these years, right? You wake up earlier than the chicken , sleeps later than a dog, and does more work than a cow, I really complied with that sentence - I am always happy and sleep at night, and I am always in the morning..."

Lu Zheng raised his eyes to look at Jiang Pengji, he had the illusion of time and space disorder in a trance, the person standing in front of Lu Zheng was still that noble boy in fine clothes. It seemed that the person in front of her had been stuck in that year, and the time of more than ten years had not left any trace on her body.

"Hmph, your mouth is still so unreasonable, and you are used to messing around."

Twelve and thirteen years of nonsense, that is innocent and lovely, innocent and touching.

More than ten years have passed, and she is still such a mess... He is not Wei Zixiao, and he is still spoiling her?

"I'm arguing with reason, presenting facts and reasoning. Since when did you become a nonsense?" Jiang Pengji stretched out her hand to him, and said, "My camp is indeed clean, but the mud floor is also dirty. You plan to sit on the ground and When will it be? Don’t be afraid of getting cold.”

Lu Zheng looked at her hands, trying to restrain the urge to slap her hands away.

"Anyway, I'm also a scholar. The teacher taught you for three years, not to let you talk about 'butt' every day."

Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing.

"I thought you would say something like 'It's a daughter's house, so don't speak vulgarly'."

Even now, some people still like to use her gender to make a fuss, even if it is not deliberate, but the subconscious will still pull out her gender. Jiang Pengji didn't mind, because they were all outsiders, and they were outsiders whom she didn't even look down on.

If Lu Zheng is like this, she will be very disappointed.

Lu Zheng looked up at Jiang Pengji's face. The other party was wearing a stone blue round-neck short gown today. He was still dressed in a smart and neat attire. With that handsome and handsome face, affectionate eyes, and lips that seemed to be smiling but not smiling... ... At first glance, he looks more like a handsome young man from the gentry. In her body, there are no "feminine labels" familiar to the world, such as "delicate and pleasant", "dignified and generous"...

But it is undeniable that she is indeed a woman, interpreting another rare beauty of women.

"I don't know what I look like?"

Lu Zheng admired it in his heart, but he was reluctant in his mouth.

He grasped Jiang Pengji's hand and followed her strength to stand up.

Because Lu Zheng was still ill, he stood up suddenly, dizzy for two breaths, and almost staggered and fell forward.

Jiang Pengji subdued, Lu Zheng turned his head to look at her profile, and muttered something in his heart.

Back then, he didn't recognize the gender. It wasn't because he and the people around him misunderstood it. It was obvious that this person was too cheating.

"An Jing has abused you for half a year and won't give you meat?"

When the two shook hands, she found that Lu Zheng was thinner than her visual observation, with almost no flesh in his palm.

Zixiao is also thin, but he can squeeze out some flesh, while Lu Zheng has a lot of bones.

More than half a year ago, Jiang Pengji sent Fang Zhi to lobby Lu Zheng.

Fang Zhi returned home in defeat, but it also brought a lot of news to Jiang Pengji.

According to Fang Zhi's description, Lu Zheng was refrigerated by An Jing, but the situation was not too bad.

Eat well, drink well, sleep well and gain weight a few laps.

Now look, where is fat.

If a typhoon blows outside, she can tie a rope around Lu Zheng's neck and put him in the sky to fly a kite.

"Don't mention the meat, it's disgusting."

Even though the meat porridge didn't go into his stomach, he could still taste it, and every time he thought about it, it made his stomach queasy.

After the brief dizziness passed, Lu Zheng stood up and let go of her hand, observing secretly.

Just like Jiang Pengji's narcissism, she really hasn't changed much in these years.

Previously, Lu Zheng refused Fang Zhi's lobbying. Lu Zheng did not agree to solicit, but he also took this opportunity to have a good chat with his classmates.

These two middle-aged men, who have already reached their third year, gathered together at night to talk and reminisce about the past. They also talked about the situation of "Langya F5 Tiantuan" while sighing with emotion. From teenager to youth to middle age, except for Jiang Pengji, everyone has become unrecognizable.

Fang Zhi, who is shy but not lacking in arrogance, is honed by reality into a steady and dignified country master. The blood rolling in his chest when he was young has lost to reality; he is obsessed with two-dimensional paper people, loves various fire-avoiding pictures, and has a bit shy personality Jiang Mo has become a deep, introverted and reliable patriarch of the gentry. Back then, he was noisy and refused to submit to his family. He also looked up to his parents; The tyrants invaded and plundered, and in order to avoid disaster, they had to go north with their family. They have not heard from each other for many years...Of course, the changes among the three of them are not too big, and Jiang Pengji and Lu Zheng are the ones who have changed the most among the five.

The most playful Jiang Pengji has become a vassal in the world,

There was some cynical potential in his bones, and Lu Zheng, who had colored spectacles towards the nobles, became Jiang Pengji's counselor to Jia Anmin.

Now, he has become Jiang Pengji's prisoner again.

The encounters in life are really interesting. No one knows what their future will look like until the last moment.

"Okay, okay, don't mention it if you don't mention it."

Jiang Pengji's powers of observation are not for show, as soon as she saw Lu Zheng's reaction, she knew that there was something hidden in it, so she naturally wouldn't continue to provoke her.

Appropriate skin is skin, excessive skin is enmity.

"Looking at your sick and haggard appearance, you should stay in the barracks and wait for the war to end. If you recover, maybe I will let you see your old master for the last time." After Jiang Pengji finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something, "That's right. , I have something to tell you."

Regarding Jiang Pengji's arrangement, Lu Zheng knew it well and was not surprised.

But what she said made Lu Zheng flustered for no reason.

"What is it?"

Jiang Pengji said, "I asked your adopted daughter for something."

Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "What?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Your reading notes."

"What do you want that thing for?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Of course it is to write a funeral letter to send your old master to heaven."

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