Seven Hundred and First: Fairy Jump (1)
After temporarily closing the live broadcast room, Jiang Pengji cleaned up briefly and changed into her usual home attire.
"Jingrong, go and get me a painting, put it on the table behind the screen in the handsome tent, and take it with you to the banquet."
Yang Si followed suit.
No matter how Yang Si looked at it, the lord was clearly a handsome young man.
This young face is full of vitality unique to this age, and at the same time has a stability that people of the same age do not have.
As long as she is a normal person who is not blind, who will find out that she is actually a daughter?
The fact is that she is still a real woman.
Hearing that he brought himself to the banquet this time and declined Fengzhen, Yang Si felt that the lord's decision was correct.
This kid Fengzhen is neither serious nor serious, he has no limits, he can't walk when he sees wine and beauties, and it is easy to delay important things.
How can such a guy share the worries of the lord at the banquet?
If it's a man, it's okay to be drunk, maybe the peach blossoms will come, and there will be a soft beauty next to him when he wakes up the next day.
However, my protagonist is a woman, so I can't drink too much on such an occasion, and people around me should be more cautious. Yang Si feels that there is a long way to go.
At this time, Yang Si totally forgot one thing——
Jiang Pengji's drinking capacity is capable of turning over a ball by one person.
"Although this painting is not signed and signed, but judging by the painting skills and style... Is this painted by Zixiao?"
When Yang Sina took the painting, the scroll was half unfolded.
With a casual glance, he could tell whose hand the painting came from.
"That's right, before the army set off, I asked him for a picture for publicity." Jiang Pengji stepped forward, glanced at the patterns drawn in the painting, and said with a smile, "Among the people I know, Zixiao's painting skills are the best, and I also like his painting style. Jingrong, if you have never been to Xiangyang County, would you be moved by the scene of prosperity in this painting?"
Yang Si's expression was a little strange, as if he was struggling with something.
With a careless mouth,
"Xanadu, I admire it in my heart."
Just based on the content in the painting, people who don't know will indeed have thoughts of yearning.
But... Speaking of Wei Ci's painting skills, he suddenly remembered one thing——
He remembered that Wei Ci had painted a portrait of a very precious woman, and now thinking about the face of the woman in the painting made him think carefully and terrified.
At first, Yang Si didn't know Jiang Pengji's gender, and when he saw the painting, he thought Wei Ci had something to hide.
Now that the truth is known, the identity of the woman in the painting is clearly the protagonist.
The co-authorship is not because the lord wants to make Wei Ci unspoken rules, but because Wei Ci, a gentleman (change,, /state), has other thoughts about the lord?
Jiang Pengji noticed something wrong with Yang Si's expression.
But she didn't delve into it, but carefully put away the painting.
"This is a magic weapon for us to expand our business. I plan to offer it as a god of wealth. Maybe I can make a lot of money."
She opened the live broadcast room, and the 150,000 quota was instantly full.
When it was time to go to the banquet, the sky was already dark, and countless torches were lit up in the Allied tents, like red horses in the dark night.
Jiang Pengji was wearing home clothes and a thick rabbit fur cape.
A little more childish, a little less heroic, making her look a little weak.
After a quick look, he doesn't look like someone who lives in a military camp, but more like some noble son who goes out to play.
There were accompanying guards all around, and Yang Si followed unhurriedly on horseback.
Xu Pei's camp was built in the central area of the Allied camp, with military tents dotted all over the place, and the commander's tent in the middle, like stars supporting the moon.
Jiang Pengji took a hasty glance, and found that Xu Pei was really rich and powerful, and he was worthy of being a descendant of the Xu family.
Each soldier is wearing armor, and the weapons in their hands are all of the same standard, with excellent quality, and a set is not a small amount.
Think about how many soldiers Xu Pei has under his command. If everyone is equipped with a set, how rich is the family's wealth to be fully equipped?
Jiang Pengji was secretly speechless, lamenting that local tyrants are local tyrants, rich and self-willed.
Inside the tent, a luxuriously dressed young man was sitting on the head, frowning and talking with his confidants.
Hearing the commotion outside, everyone fell silent and looked outside the tent, waiting for Jiang Pengji to appear.
After a while, the curtain was lifted from the middle of the two sides, and Xu Pei also got up from the main seat to greet the distinguished guests.
A handsome young man wearing a rabbit fur cloak walked into the tent, his clear face was like a gust of warm wind blowing away the heat in the tent. Xu Pei's subordinates looked at Jiang Pengji's attire, and doubts arose in their hearts——
This person was wearing casual clothes, he didn't look like he was going to a serious banquet, but more like a guest at a friend's house.
Although not rude, the style of painting is not right.
"This is the son of Liuzhou Shepherd? He is indeed a good-looking talent, young and promising."
Xu Pei's appearance is somewhat handsome, and the bookish aura on his body adds a bit of charm.
The audience in the live broadcast room screamed, this is Yan Kong's carnival, Xu Pei led Jiang Pengji into the room with a warm mouth.
"I saw you coming in just now, and there was a sense of familiarity, as if we had known each other a long time ago. If I remember correctly, you and I are about the same age and belong to the same generation. If Liu Xiancheng doesn't think my qualifications are mediocre, why don't we two Are brothers commensurate?"
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "It's clearly my honor to be able to call each other brothers with Sheriff Xu, so why not?"
Xu Pei is also a person who climbs along the pole. He regards himself as the elder brother, and invisibly shortens the distance between the two.
Yang Si's seat was arranged behind Jiang Pengji's side. During the banquet, the others secretly looked at Jiang Pengji from the corner of their eyes.
Even though Jiang Pengji was young, none of the people present dared to despise her, even the self-proclaimed noble Xu Pei paid attention to her.
Leaving Liu She's relationship aside, Jiang Pengji was able to occupy the entire Maru Prefecture without relying on her family and father. At such a young age, she was far superior to everyone present. If Liu She's weight is added, who in the entire allied army would dare to provoke her? Not to mention being an offering to the ancestors, but it won't be evil either.
If Liu She and Jiang Pengji hadn't brought too few troops, even if the Xu brothers wanted to get involved in the position of leader, they would be powerless.
The most important guests had already taken their seats, and Xu Pei ordered food and wine to be served.
Turning around, he asked Jiang Pengji again, "My dear brother, do you like singing and dancing?"
Just as she was about to refuse, the bullet screens in the live broadcast room changed in unison.
【like! ! ! 】
[I like it so much! ! ! 】
[Let go of those singers and dancers, let me come! ! ! 】
Jiang Pengji muted the words on the tip of her tongue, and said with a normal expression, "It's okay."
This answer fell into Xu Pei's ears and became reserved. After the translation, it was - I like it very much.
He showed a meaningful smile, raised his brows slightly, and said, "I understand, is there any hero who doesn't love beauties?"
Yang Si, who was on the side as the background board, looked at his nose and his heart with his nose.
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