Seven Hundred and Fifty-Nine: Is the Lady Back? (1)

"Oh—my neck hurts, and the tea is gone—"

Fengzhen put down his pen, beat his sore neck with his fist, and moved his toes. After sitting for a long time, he felt that his legs did not belong to him anymore.

Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo slips without raising his head and said, "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, "It just so happens that the maid in the tea room is good at massage."

Yang Si lowered his eyes and said, "You are really not afraid of things, who knows who these maids were before?"

The imperial city of Chenzhou experienced a catastrophe, and many officials were captured and taken away, leaving behind many concubines, female slaves, maidservants, and servants kept by the ministers... The mansion where they temporarily live is also left by others to serve The servant girl and the servant girl were also found later.

Feng Zhen said, "Just let her pinch her shoulders, relax and relax, and I don't do other things."

To be honest, since Fengzhen came under Jiang Pengji's command, he has restrained himself a lot.

I used to sleep with flowers and sleep with willows every day, but now I can't hold the hand of my young lady for several months, let alone develop further relationships.

If compared with the past, today's life is simply like that of a delicate ascetic monk.

He was about to weep for himself when there was a slight sound of footsteps outside, and the shadow thrown into the hall slowly approached.

Feng Zhen said without raising his head, "Go and fill up the tea on the table, and then give me a squeeze on my shoulders, the strength is the same as yesterday."

After a while, there was no movement from the other party.

"You asked me to refill your tea and squeeze your shoulders?"

A somewhat familiar voice came from above his head, speaking with an indescribable warning in his tone.

Feng Zhen didn't hear it for a while, and suddenly it was funny, "Why, I asked you to squeeze your shoulders for Tim Cha, did you feel wronged?"

At this time, the barrage in the entire live broadcast room was distressing Fengzhen, and by the way, he was looking forward to being cleaned up by the anchor.

[I love posting a few so much]: High-energy warning ahead——Your prodigal god Fengzhen is about to be crushed by the anchor.

[Falling with the wind]: I really want to grab Feng Langzi's shoulders and shake him hard. Isn't it good to live? Why do you want to die?

[Changsun Wushuang]: Yes,

Why do you want to die? Ask the anchor to refill him with tea? I think the anchor will directly pinch his jaw and pour the whole pot of hot water into it. Ask the anchor to pinch his shoulders? No, is he sure he won't break his collarbone?

"Feng Zishi, I dare to pinch you. I'm afraid you don't have the courage to let me pinch you. You're living a good life. What about the office, and how can you let the servant girl serve you and pinch your shoulders?" Jiang Pengji walked forward for two minutes. Stepping forward, snow-white socks came into view.

When Feng Zhen heard the other party call him with his surname and dialect, and his voice became a familiar tune, his heart skipped a beat.

Slowly raised his head, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.

Alas--

She bent her knees slightly and squatted down, meeting his eyes, "Zi Shi, do you want to try my handicraft?"

Feng Zhen leaned back in fright, made a big move, and fell directly to the ground.

He hurriedly got up, and said in a serious manner, "See my lord."

Jiang Pengji smiled and asked him, "You haven't answered my question yet."

Feng Zhen's expression immediately turned bitter, as if he had eaten a basketful of bitter melons.

What is this all about!

If he had known that the woman who came in was not a maid but Jiang Pengji, unless he wanted to die, why would he order her?

However, the protagonist of his family wears women's clothing, which doesn't seem to be so eye-catching, much better than the burly man in women's clothing that Fengzhen imagined.

Yang Si, who was watching the whole process, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fengzhen is doing it on his own, and he deserves to be taken aback.

"Well, you Yang Jingrong, sincerely see people embarrassing."

Fengzhen was a little uncomfortable at first, and always felt that it was a little weird to face the heroine in women's clothing, but the impulse to hate Yang Si prevailed.

Yang Si put one hand on his cheek and said with a smile, "If you didn't give someone the handle, who would watch you have fun?"

"Careless in making friends!"

Yang Si knew clearly that Jiang Pengji was coming, so she didn't even remind him, but watched him get embarrassed.

Feng Zhen wanted to say something else, but a servant's voice came from outside.

"My lord, Mrs. Huang Junshou came to visit."

Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Madam Huang, who is it?"

Yang thought for a while and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife. I don't know what she is here for."

Jiang Pengji was astonished, "Huang Bogao has a wife? When did he get married, and he didn't even notify him?"

Mrs. Huang Song came to the door, and Jiang Pengji naturally couldn't stop her from the door, so she could only meet her in person.

Yang Sidao, "My lord, do you need to dress up again? If you meet guests like this, it's too plain."

Jiang Pengji said nonchalantly, "Your lord is not an ordinary housewife, who is dressed up to show off, how decent is it?"

After speaking, she strode away.

One step of her is better than two or three steps of ordinary women.

And look at her figure, tall and slender, ordinary men would feel pressured, let alone those petite women.

Yang Si looked at it and felt a faint stomachache.

He felt that the lord didn't wear the wrong clothes, but clearly cast the wrong baby.

Mrs. Huang Song settled down in the living room. When Jiang Pengji passed by, she found two maids with knives at their waists standing outside the door.

She didn't even frown, she walked in with a natural expression, and saw a young girl with a bright face sitting on the lower right.

She is young and wears a woman's bun. This should be Huang Song's wife.

[Night Sorrow]: Longevity, Huang Song's wife looks like a girl in the first year of high school, and she is already married.

Jiang Pengji coincided with the viewer's thinking.

Huang Song's wife is still a childish girl, but her brows are more stable than adults.

"I belong to Huang Qi's family, and I have met Liuzhou Mu."

When Jiang Pengji sat down, Mrs. Huang Song bowed to her, and the four maids with knives who served behind her also saluted.

Jiang Pengji discovered that not only the maid was carrying a knife, but Mrs. Huang Song was also a martial artist with two knives around her waist.

Tsk tsk—a lively little pepper, I don't know if Huang Song is afraid of this young lady on weekdays?

"Bogao and I are close friends. Madam's gift is so great, I really don't see it."

Compared to Mrs. Huang Song, who was traveling in a well-dressed outfit and had a lot of tortoiseshell hairpins, Jiang Pengji seemed particularly dejected.

However, the auras of the two are different, even if Jiang Pengji faces the sky, she can still bring great pressure to the other party.

"Liuzhou Mu saved his concubine's husband and son-in-law at the court meeting. This ceremony cannot be spared."

Jiang Pengji snorted, and said, "It's nothing more than a little effort, Mrs. Qi made a special trip to thank you?"

"Yes, but I don't know what Liuzhou Mu likes. If there is something inappropriate, I ask Zhou Mu to forgive me."

Jiang Pengji took a look at the presents placed below, they were all high-quality rouge powder, cloth jewelry.

She couldn't help being dumbfounded, knowing the reason for this person's visit.

"Thank you very much."

Now, it was Madam Qi's turn to be surprised.

"Is the state shepherd not angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Jiang Pengji said, "These are good things, I don't need them, but there are always beauties who need them." To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: