Except for Feng Zhen, Jiang Pengji and the audience in the live broadcast room, the others showed a lack of interest.

He who bows his head, and he who eats eats.

They have been simple for too long, and they are used to the blandness of banquets, and they suddenly feel tired of facing the delicacies of the mountains and seas in front of them.

[Ghost talent Guo Fengxiao]: Oops, it's still very good to cross, if you can mix well like an anchor, wake up to the power of the world, and get drunk and lie on the knees of beauties. Just thinking about it makes me feel envious. The young ladies are so good-looking, like flowers and jade, but that's it.

The Han women have delicate and introverted appearances, their facial features are relatively plain, and the beauties of Northern Xinjiang are more profound, which is more in line with the aesthetics of the audience.

The face is still second, the key is Miss Maiji's breasts, buttocks, convex and backward, looking at it, I feel good.

[Qingluo Yuexia]: #抠鼻, you also said that if you mix well like the anchor - what if you mix badly?

[Yue Cao Mu Ash]: The biggest enjoyment of watching the live broadcast is to see a group of natural and high-value young ladies who have been cured of face blindness for many years.

The audience talked about it, and the rhythm of the musicians playing the instruments was sometimes passionate and high-pitched, enthusiastic, sometimes they wanted to refuse and welcome, and they wanted to talk, as if they had a slender hand, gently plucking the softest heartstrings in their hearts, looming and leaving.

Jiang Pengji smiled and stretched out her hand to the dancing girl in the middle, the other party's eyes were rolling, the corners of her lips were slightly curled, she stepped forward with a cat's step, and handed out her right hand.

"The hand is as soft as a wattle, and as fine as clotted fat. ”

Jiang Pengji smiled and praised in public, the dancer who led the dance smiled Yu Sheng, and the others had dark faces.

Qi Guanrang secretly glanced at his lord, and Feng Zhen secretly glanced at Wei Ci.

Since ancient times, only men have been merry and charming, when have you ever seen a woman sultry everywhere?

However, who made their father-in-law different, there seems to be no sense of disobedience.

The dancing girl danced several festive group dances, except for Jiang Pengji and Feng Zhen, who were beautiful, the others had no waves.

"What do you think?"

Until Miss Wuji retreated, Jiang Pengji was still unsatisfied here, and asked her subordinates cordially.

Feng Zhen preemptively said, "The dance is wonderful, and the people are even better." ”

The others still didn't squeak.

Jiang Pengji said, "I also think it's wonderful." In the first battle in northern Xinjiang, if you are optimistic, you will have to fight for a year and a half, and the pressure on the soldiers is too great. In my opinion, it is better to let these dancing girls come out to perform occasionally, firstly, to reward the whole army, and secondly, to relieve stress through festive singing and dancing. ”

In this era, there are no psychiatrists, even if the soldiers have emotional problems, they can only rely on their own mediation.

Jiang Pengji plans to set up a song and dance troupe, and occasionally perform a few performances to relieve the emotional pressure of the soldiers through entertainment.

When the crowd heard this, they were dumbfounded.

They thought that the lord simply liked the color of the dancing girl, but they didn't expect that what people were thinking about was still serious.

In contrast, Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, has fallen behind at the level of ideological realm.

Fu Wang twisted his eyebrows, slightly disapproving, "Lord, isn't this ruining the atmosphere of military discipline?"

The barracks are a serious place, what are these dancers doing when they come over to dance and sing?

Zhengtu is pedantic when he says this. Jiang Pengji said, "The soldiers who followed our army, except for a few veterans, most of them were serious and good citizens. Don't talk about killing, some of them haven't even slaughtered chickens and ducks. I have added human life in my hands, and I am afraid in private. ”

The two sword eyebrows furrowed, leaving a few folds in the center of the eyebrows.

Fu Wang still remembered the scene of his first killing, but he didn't feel afraid of wandering, the lord was worried too much.

"I'm even scared of this, the battlefield sword has no eyes, how can I survive?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing, "Anyway, it's settled, and I'll get the extra benefits I want for the soldiers." ”

Fu Wang was helpless.

Whoever makes the family the master, as long as it does not involve serious issues of principle, almost no one will stop her.

Take 10,000 steps back and say, people are also for the good of the soldiers.

After the simple celebration feast, what should everyone do?

Although they won a great victory today, they still had to sort out the spoils, settle the prisoners, and count the casualties...... In addition, the soldiers were so tired that if they were not immersed in the joy of victory, they might have found a place to sleep on their stomachs.

Everyone retreated, and Jiang Pengji specially left Wei Ci.

Feng Zhen squeezed his eyebrows at Wei Ci before leaving, and the official gave him a sympathetic 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 squeezed Wei Ci's hand, which was not as soft and warm as a woman, but a little hard.

Wei Ci lowered his eyelids, and his gaze fell on her hand.

He lightly pursed his thin lips and asked in a calm tone, "The lord is comparing the two feelings?"

At this time, the live broadcast room was not related, and the audience watched this development in horror, stunned for a second, and then screamed-

[Little Ding Ding who goes with the flow]: Did the baby miss the important plot?Why did the beautiful people accept being touched by the anchor without any guilt? Don't talk about touching hands before, people even have to scold or avoid even a word of flirtation——

[Manju Sahua]: Don't ask the baby, the baby doesn't know.

Jiang Pengji asked, "Zixiao, is this vinegar?"

Wei Ci said, "That's just a woman, there's nothing to be jealous of." ”

If he even had vinegar for this, he would have drowned in the vinegar vat in his last life.

It's strange to say that His Majesty and men are close friends, but women always have bad intentions towards her.

"Tsk - look at your breezy appearance, you can see it very thoroughly. Jiang Pengji said, "This is used to seeing strong winds and waves." ”

She made a pun.

Wei Ci was not as panicked as before.

He had a hunch that the person in front of him had not only stripped off his vest, but he was afraid that he had even speculated a lot about his previous experience.

"As long as you like it. Wei Ci said.

[Gently kiss Qinghe]: The psychological activity of the beautiful people 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 her hand to him, "You will be happy if you kiss and hug him." ”

Wei Ci blushed silently: "......"

How can there be such a red fruit?

It's not that he doesn't have enough rank, it's just that the rank of the person he meets is too high.

"Lord, don't make trouble. Wei Ci paused for a moment and added, "This is the barracks." ”

"It's not a barracks?"

Wei Ci: "...... That won't work either. ”

Did Your Majesty have such a flamboyant tongue in his previous life?

Obviously very silent, very serious, very serious!

"Today's big victory, Zixiao won't give something to encourage and encourage?" Jiang Pengji stretched out his hand to Wei Ci.

The other party was silent, and took out a piece of something from her sleeve and placed it in the palm of her hand.

A small private seal.

There is only one word in the private print - Peng.

In another place, Feng Zhen was swaying and was about to go to sleep, when he saw that the official looked back at the main tent, he put one hand on the other party's shoulder.

"What a system!" the official took his hand down.

"Then again—the Lord's Ninth Anniversary, right?"

The official raised his eyebrows, "What do you have to say?" ”

"You said they—" Toyojin raised his eyebrows, an expression that all men understand.

"That's the lord!" Qi Guanrang's expression sank, and his dark eyes were a little stern, "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 heir, for these courtiers, they will be like rootless duckweed, and people's hearts are unstable.

"Naturally, the young master of the future, this still needs to be asked. The official said, "Wei Zixiao is measured, he doesn't dare to trespass." ”