Picking up the weak and boneless Yu'er, enjoying the warmth afterwards, smelling the fragrance on her body, Wang Jin throbbed again. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info is a woman who has seen the world in the end, not like everyone who is like a lady. is not as wild as the prairie woman, sometimes bold and sometimes reserved, and knows how to know and understand the things of the boudoir, which really makes Wang Jin fall into it with all his heart.

"Master, there is another thing I forgot to tell you, a woman came to the house, saying that she was a slave for you." Yu'er looked at Wang Jin with a smile on her face.

If she hadn't mentioned it, Wang Jin would have forgotten about this stubble a long time ago, but he didn't have the time to care about it now, so he said to Yu'er with a smile: "Regardless of her, care about my lady first." ”

After bathing, Wang Jin changed into a short shirt and pulled Yu'er, who was as delicate as a hibiscus out of the water, into the room, he wanted to enjoy this rare good time.

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The whole day passed like this, and the next morning, Wang Jin was called away by Zhang Chengye, looking at his appearance was obviously a very important thing, Wang Jin didn't ask much.

"Forward, you have made a great contribution this time, and King Jin will personally receive you." Zhang Chengye looked at Wang Jin with a smile and said.

"Father, do you need to pay attention to anything?" Wang Jin's face remained unchanged, but in fact, his heart had already fluctuated.

When he first arrived home, Wang Jinjiu really felt the benefits of getting ahead, and the property that Wang Jin snatched back from Heifeng Village was not only distributed to the soldiers, but also made a lot of money himself. Some of the gold and silver jewelry was thrown to the two wives and concubines, and the rest could also subsidize the family.

Not only that, but the rise in status can protect the people around them, so that they don't have to be displaced in this troubled world.

In One Hundred Years of Solitude, Márquez says: "People migrate to a place where their loved ones are buried, and this is their homeland. "Five generations of Hedong have not buried Wang Jin's relatives, but there is his concerned lover, this is his peace of mind, is his home. After people have been in one place for a long time, they will be slowly assimilated, and Wang Jin has begun to integrate into this troubled world.

The mansion of Li Cunxuan, the king of the Jin Dynasty, was built very grandly, Wang Jin had been to the Forbidden City before, and he couldn't help but sigh at the magic of the ancients. In his opinion, these buildings were almost out of step with the level of productivity of the era, and the rulers, using the supreme power in their hands, were ahead of the times.

At this time, he also had this idea.

In the wide hall, several gorgeous stone pillars are carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the generals of Hedong are divided into two rows in the main hall, and Li Cunqiao is high on the top.

Wang Jin did not look up, it is very rude to look directly at the king in this era.

Although Li Cunmiao was named the envoy of Hedong Festival by the imperial court, he inherited the throne of Li Keyong, and the leader at this time was the posture of the prince.

Wang Jin secretly glanced at the top a few times, it was too far away, and he couldn't really see it, but the general outline was clear. Li Cunmiao was tall, it seemed that he had inherited the characteristics of the grassland people, and his beard was also very thick, wearing a round-necked official robe and a hat of unknown style, sitting there motionless.

"The king comes forward!" The chamberlain next to him screamed.

This voice interrupted Wang Jin's cranky thoughts, and when he thought of where he was, he couldn't help but become restrained.

"The last general will meet King Chitose of Jin!" According to the historical dramas he watched before, Wang Jin said.

I don't know if it's the right thing to call him, no one taught him etiquette, so he had to come in his own way.

Wang Jin knelt on one knee on the stiff hall, his eyes fixed on the hand propped up on the ground, like a sculpture, not moving.

"You are Wang Jin!" Li Cunqiao spoke. The voice is a little hoarse, and it reveals the roughness and indescribable feeling unique to the Northwest man.

"Yes!"

"Okay, raise your head and let Gu see what kind of good man is slashing Yang Shihou!" Li Cunmiao was faintly excited, but he covered it up quite well.

Thinking about it, Li Cunqiao inherited his father's identity and status, and naturally inherited his father's hatred. Zhu Wen was his lifelong enemy. In the first few personal expeditions, the opponents had Yang Shihou, and the two had wins and losses in each other's duels, but if they wanted to kill Yang Shihou, it was impossible.

As soon as Wang Jin raised his head, he met Li Cunqing's sharp sunshine, full of domineering and aggressiveness. After staring at it for a long time, Wang Jin finally saw Li Cunqiao's appearance clearly, to his surprise, a featureless face, neither handsome nor ugly, just like thousands of sentient beings, extremely mediocre. Of course, the big man does not look at the outside, but the ability, and Li Cunqiao's ability is beyond doubt.

"Wang Dutou, this generous gift will be accepted by the king!"

Wang Jin followed his eyes, and sure enough, there was a box on the desk, which was the pickled head of Yang Shihou, probably for embalming, the brain had been hollowed out, and the head was also a little shrunk, far less big than before.

Remembering that the way to calculate military merit in the Ming Dynasty was the enemy's head, Wang Jin didn't think that this was considered a credit had been placed on the table of the King of Jin, and he was considered to have entered Li Cunmiao's eyes.

"This king has received a big gift from you, and this gift must be given, Zhou Dewei!"

"The last general!"

"You are the chief general of the Hedong Army, how should this Wang Jin be rewarded!" Li Cunqiao suddenly asked Zhou Dewei. Wang Jin didn't expect Li Cunqiao to be a little humorous, and what Jiaguan Jinjue said was so interesting, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Wang Jin is already the head of the capital, and this time he has made a great contribution, at least he has to be promoted to two or three levels, and the goal in Wang Jin's heart is to command the envoy.

Before him, the meritorious people of all the towns had already received the reward, and then returned to the garrison one by one, and the Yi'er army was originally stationed near Jinyang, and they were stationed outside the city, so the last reward.

"Your Highness, it is appropriate to give the command envoy." Zhou Dewei said.

Wang Jin was happy in his heart, this was exactly what he wanted, the commander was already a middle-level and middle-level officer in the Hedong Army, and there was a great chance of climbing up.

"Commander?" Li Cunmiao's tone was a little puzzled.

Wang Jin's heart suddenly cooled, it stands to reason that it is not too much to make a commander for his own merits, why is he still in this tone.

"How can the commander do it, Wang Jin has made such a great contribution to help Gu get rid of his confidant enemy, how can Gu be so stingy."

As soon as Li Cunmiao finished speaking, the cultural relics below were not calm in an instant, the commander was no longer small, Wang Jin had no foundation, and he had little experience in the army.

Zhang Chengye stood up, as if he had something to say, and he didn't agree with Wang Jin's position being promoted too high all of a sudden. This is not necessarily a good thing, there are factions in the army, and the generals are also staying up for a long time, Wang Jin joins in, maybe he will be excluded, and he will be convinced by the command from top to bottom, which will also help the future future.

Li Cunmiao waved his hand and said, "Seventh brother, you sit down first, I know that Wang Jin is your righteous son, but I, Li Cunmiao, do not avoid relatives, as long as I am a talented person, I will reuse it." ”

"General Zhou, is there any military town in Hedong that lacks a town general?"

At this moment, the commotion of hard anger is even greater.