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

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Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo slips, and said without raising his head, "There is no tea, why don't you call the maid in the pantry to add another pot." ”

Feng Zhen showed a slightly meaningful smile on his face, "It just so happens that the maid in the pantry has good massage skills." ”

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

The imperial city of Chenzhou experienced a catastrophe, and many officials were taken prisoner, leaving behind many concubines, slave girls, maids, and servant women raised by ministers...... The mansion where they live now was also left by someone else, and the maid who served them was also found later.

Feng Zhen said, "Just let her pinch her shoulder, relaxed, and I don't do anything else." ”

Really speaking, Feng Zhen has been a lot more restrained since he came under Jiang Pengji.

used to sleep every day, but now I can't pinch the hand of the young lady for a few months, let alone develop a further relationship.

Compared to the past, the present day is almost like that of a delicate ascetic.

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

Feng Zhen didn't raise his head and said, "Go and fill the table with tea, and pinch my shoulder again, the strength is the same as yesterday." ”

After half a ring, I didn't see any movement from the other party.

"You asked me to make you tea and pinch your shoulder?"

There was a familiar voice overhead, speaking in a tone with some unspeakable warning.

Feng Zhen didn't hear it for a while, and suddenly laughed, "What's the matter, let you pinch Tiancha's shoulder, wronged you?"

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

[I love to send a few]: High-energy warning ahead - your dissolute male god Fengzhen is about to be flattened by the anchor.

[Sorrowful with the Wind]: I really want to grab Feng Langzi's shoulder and shake him fiercely, isn't it good to live, why do you want to die?

[Eldest Sun Wushuang]: Yes, why do you want to die? Let the anchor add tea to him? 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 shoulder? No, are he sure he won't break his collarbone?

"Feng Zishi, I dare to pinch it, I'm just afraid that you don't have the courage to let me pinch it. It's a good day, what about the office, and the leisure to let the maid serve and pinch your shoulder?" Jiang Pengji took two steps forward, and the snow-white foot socks came into the other party's sight.

Feng Zhen heard the other party even call himself with his surname, and his voice became a familiar tone, and he felt a sigh in his heart.

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

Whew-

She squatted down slightly and met his gaze, "Zishi, do you want to try my craft?"

Feng Zhen was so frightened that he leaned back, his movements were a little big, and he fell directly to the ground.

He hurriedly got up and said, "See the lord." ”

Jiang Pengji asked him with a smile, "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

Feng Zhen's expression suddenly became bitter, as if he had eaten a basket of bitter gourd.

What is this called?

knew that the woman who came in was not a maid but Jiang Pengji, unless he wanted to die, how could he instruct her?

However, his father-in-law wears women's clothes, and he doesn't seem to have so spicy eyes, which is much better than the burly woman in Fengzhen's imagination.

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

Feng Zhen is self-inflicted, and he deserves to be frightened.

"Good Yang Jingrong, you sincerely look at people's embarrassment. ”

Feng Zhen was a little uncomfortable at first, and always felt a little weird in front of the female clothing owner, but Yang Si's impulse took over.

Yang Si supported his cheek with one hand and said with a smile, "If you didn't give someone the handle yourself, who would be able to watch you be lively?"

"Accidentally made friends!"

Yang Si clearly knew that Jiang Pengji was coming, but he didn't even remind him, but looked at him coldly.

Feng Zhen was about to say something, but the voice of the subordinate came from outside.

"Lord, Mrs. Huang Junshou came to visit. ”

Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Mrs. Huang Junshou, who is it?"

Yang thought for a while and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife, I don't know what the other party is doing." ”

Jiang Pengji was stunned, "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 block people out of the door, so she could only meet them in person.

Yang Si said, "Does the lord need to dress up again? If you meet guests like this, it will be too plain." ”

Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "Your father-in-law is not an ordinary backhouse woman, who is dressed up to show off, and what kind of body is it?"

With that, she strode away.

She can beat ordinary women two or three times in one step.

Look at her size, tall and long, ordinary men feel pressured, let alone those petite women.

Yang Si looked at it, and had a faint stomach ache.

He felt that the lord was not wearing the wrong clothes, but was obviously reincarnated.

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

She didn't frown, and her expression naturally entered, and she saw a bright-looking girl sitting at the bottom right.

is not very old, combing the woman's hair bun, this should be Huang Song's wife.

[Night Sadness]: It's a long time, Huang Song's wife looks and feels similar to a high school girl, and they are all married.

Jiang Pengji coincides with the thoughts of this audience.

Huang Song's wife is still a childish girl, but she has more stability between her eyebrows.

"The concubine is Huang Qi's family, and I have seen Liuzhou Mu. ”

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

Jiang Pengji found that not only did the maid carry a knife, but this Mrs. Huang Song was also a martial arts practitioner, with two knives on her waist.

Tsk - a lively little pepper, I don't know if Huang Song is stunned by this young lady on weekdays?

"I am a close friend of Bergaud, and such a great gift from my wife is really out of sight. ”

Compared with Mrs. Huang Song, who is dressed up and has no shortage of tortoiseshell hairpins, Jiang Pengji is particularly gloomy.

However, the aura of the two is different, even if Jiang Pengji is facing the sky, he can still bring huge momentum oppression to the other party.

"Liuzhou Mu saved the concubine's husband at the court meeting, and this gift can't be saved. ”

Jiang Pengji sighed and said, "It's just a gesture, Mrs. Qi made a special trip to thank you?"

"Yes, but the concubine doesn't know what Liuzhou Mu likes, if there is anything inappropriate, please forgive me. ”

Jiang Pengji glanced at the gifts placed below, all of which were fine rouge gouache and cloth jewelry.

She couldn't help but be dumbfounded, knowing the purpose of this person's coming.

"Thank you. ”

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

"Is the state pastor angry?"

"Why be angry?" said Jiang Pengji, "these are good things, I don't need them, but there are always beautiful people who need them." ”