Although Li Jiajun has always had a good salary and a lot of subsidies in secret, there are big differences in the financial management ability and consumption concepts of the officers and men.

As a result, there is a certain degree of wealth gap between officers of the same rank.

Through this centralized blind date, Li Zhongyi can see that most of the officers and soldiers whose purses are not very warm are willing to marry a beautiful lady who does not need too much dowry.

However, the middle-level and above officers with a rich net worth obviously want to marry a lady or a small jasper in Kaifeng City.

When Yulin Youwei was stationed in the north of Kaifeng, in fact, there were a small number of clear-eyed petty bureaucrats of the eighth and ninth grades who were willing to marry their own daughters to officers above the battalion commander as their wives.

It's just that from the bureaucrats in Beijing above the seventh grade, it can be seen that these Qiu Ba who follow Li Zhongyi to work hard, but there are actually very few Liao Liao. As for the middle and high-level civil officials who are willing to marry them, there is no one!

Li Zhongyi knew in his heart that if he didn't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, he, the commander, would not be treated well by the vast number of civil officials, let alone his subordinates?

After Wang Wu said goodbye, Li Zhongyi strolled through his own barracks, and the joyful and cheerful atmosphere quickly infected him, making him can't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his eyes are full of smiles.

Li Yunxiao had been secretly observing Han Xianglan's movements, and he noticed that although Han Xianglan lowered her head and took elegant small steps, she had to peek at Li Zhongyi from time to time.

Well, this woman must be playing some kind of idea, right?

Li Yunxiao, as the chief housekeeper of the Li family's mansion, fights with the women in the mansion all day long, in order not to make Li Zhongyi embarrassed, his "struggle experience" is no longer the Wuxia Ameng of the past.

Li Zhongyi didn't care too much about Han Xianglan's performance, in the face of absolute strength, all the little tricks of this woman were in vain.

Full-fed civets, some are kung fu, molesting or tossing the caged rat.

After the blind date meeting, Li Zhongyi returned to the back account of the Chinese army, and after hearing the news, the bamboo girl in military uniform greeted her with a smile, and shouted in a coquettish voice: "The master is back?" I've worked hard. ”

Zhu Niang is a skilled female heroine, and her eyesight is absolutely outstanding, but for Han Xianglan, who is following Li Zhongyi, Zhu Niang treats her as air, and she doesn't even bother to pinch her half-way.

As a high-ranking and powerful man, Li Zhongyi has also adapted to the life of a person who nourishes and moves his body.

Li Zhongyi spread his hands lazily, and Zhu Niang immediately stepped forward and habitually changed his clothes.

Han Xianglan hurriedly seized the opportunity and leaned behind Li Zhongyi, wanting to help untie her belt, who would have thought, but Zhu Niang stretched out her hand to stop in front of her, and said lightly: "Who are you?" Why are you so ignorant of the rules? ”

Li Zhongyi was secretly funny, he deliberately did not introduce Han Xianglan's identity, and Li Yunxiao was not qualified to enter the back account, but let Zhu Niang seize the opportunity to make trouble and come to a dismount.

Regarding housework, Li Zhongyi has never taken a position, he just didn't hear Zhu Niang's questioning, turned his back to the sky, and made a contemplative state.

"Lady, the master ordered the slave and maid to serve closely." Instead of stage fright, Han Xianglan grabbed Li Zhongyi's command and wanted to mix the water.

"Oh, since you are a slave, you should know the rules. When you're thirsty, go get tea. Zhu Niang confirmed Han Xianglan's identity, and immediately picked up the chicken feather as an arrow, and as a concubine, she justifiably aroused Han Xianglan.

Han Xianglan didn't respond immediately, but squatted down, lowered her eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "When the slave maid first came, she didn't know where the tea was, it's really damned." ”

Although Li Zhongyi didn't squeak, he was secretly funny, the two women were fighting, and he moved a stool to watch the play, not to mention how sour it was.

Seeing that Han Xianglan dared to talk back, Zhu Niang suppressed the anger in her heart and instructed lightly: "There are a lot of slaves and maids behind the tent, don't you know to ask them?" ”

Li Zhongyi nodded secretly, don't look at Zhu Niang's skillful bow and horse, but her heart is not rough, and her words are not salty or light, and Han Xianglan choked on the mountainside.

In front of the slave and maid, no matter how low the status of the master's concubine is, it is at least half of the master, and there is no doubt about the qualifications to give orders.

Han Xianglan didn't dare to continue to talk back, so she had to turn around and go to the back, Zhu Niang pursed her lips, leaned into Li Zhongyi's ear, and whispered her dissatisfaction, "Master, do you dislike the slave family for not serving well?" ”

Li Zhongyi stretched out his right hand, grabbed Zhu Niang's slender waist with pity, and said with a smile: "I haven't cleaned up the peony for a long time, I miss her, don't be jealous." ”

Zhu Niang's wonderful eyes turned slightly, Li Zhongyi likes to toss the past of peony, she has heard about it in the inner house, from this point of view, this fox in front of her must be unlucky.

After dinner, except for the staff officers and officers and men on duty of the Senate Department, the officers and men of the whole army went into their tents early to rest.

After several consecutive battles of annihilation, even the iron man had times when he couldn't bear it, so Li Zhongyi did not forcibly order a rush to attack Xiongzhou and Bazhou overnight, but arranged a day off.

The combination of work and rest, Zhang Chi has a way, and it is a long-term solution!

Zhu Niang accompanied Li Zhongyi to have a simple dinner, and then ordered Han Xianglan: "Go, clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and boil the hot water for bathing." ”

Han Xianglan's watery eyes looked at Li Zhongyi with a blank eye, but Li Zhongyi just didn't see it, while sipping tea comfortably, while flipping through the military affairs documents waiting for approval.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Niang pestered Li Zhongyi, rolling on the soft couch, turning clouds and rain. Only separated by a layer of curtains, Han Xianglan blushed with shame, covered her ears tightly, and didn't dare to listen to the screams and shouts of the shameful dead.

It seemed that half a century had passed, and just when Han Xianglan was desperately clamping her legs and being patient, Zhu Niang's command clearly came into her ears, "Someone's ......"

"Slave...... The slave is ......" Han Xianglan trembled her hands, lifted the curtain, and slowly moved to the front of the couch.

Without waiting for Han Xianglan, who was holding her head down, to understand, Zhu Niang grabbed her jade wrist with her arm, and dragged her into the couch with a gentle tug.

"Ah......" Han Xianglan was shocked, although she knew that she was going to lose herself to Li Zhongyi, it was by no means the situation of contempt in front of her.

Zhu Niang was born in a Lian family, her eyes and hands were faster, and in a single breath, she covered Han Xianglan's small mouth and put her soft and delicate demon body under her waist.

"Master, this posture, you must like it......" Zhu Niang took Li Zhongyi, who was waiting to watch the show, and re-welcomed him into the fragrant arms, obsessively inviting him to fight again.

Li Zhongyi glanced at Han Xianglan, who was pressed by Zhu Niang under her waist and hips, and in a flash, the figures of Zhu Niang and Zhesaihua actually had a sense of overlap.

Nima, the woman in my family, didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp, Li Zhongyi sighed for a short time, and was completely surrounded by the enthusiastic bamboo girl.

Han Xianglan's nose was sour, and she just wanted to cry aggrievedly, but she didn't dare to cry: her ****, who had never been touched by a man, was secretly pinched twice by Zhu Niang, and she trembled with pain. (To be continued.) )