Chapter 811: The Old Dream of the Republic of China 1

Don't apologize to the eldest lady yet, you bastard. As soon as Wen Ling landed in the new world, he heard a woman's voice.

It's sticky and sticky, the question is whether it's that kind of nice sound, but pinching his throat, trying to learn from others, and the result is that the tiger can't become an anti-dog, which sounds weird.

The little ginseng spirit opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a hall, and the corner of his eye quickly looked at it, looking like the ancient world, but not very much.

Because there's still some modern stuff out there.

However, the hall is very large, and all kinds of furniture are fine mahogany, or golden silk nanwood.

And the decoration is also very luxurious, those fabrics or tablecloths, and even the accessories on the chairs, at first glance are excellent materials.

It seems that the conditions for landing are good, but I don't know what the situation is for the time being.

However, in front of him, there were a few people standing.

A few girls wearing cyan clothes and pants should be the maids of the house.

There is no need to look at this for the time being, there are six people in total, standing in six different positions.

In addition to these six people, there was one standing next to Wen Ling, who was dressed well compared to the other maids, but the hairstyle was the same, and they were all two braids.

Plait?

It's not very ancient.

The little ginseng essence is a little foggy, and I don't think what era this is for the time being.

The combination of ancient and modern is not successful?

Letting go of the doubts in his heart, he looked at the remaining two people except for these maids.

A man and a woman, the man looks at it and estimates that he is not even twenty, his head is slightly raised, and he looks unconvinced, he looks quite white, but this unruly eyebrows and eyes make people look uncomfortable.

The woman next to him is not young, so she must look like she is forty.

Wearing ......

Hey?

Cheongsam?

This kind of clothes, Wen Ling has experienced the modern world, so he still knows it.

So, there are both modern and ancient things here, and the little ginseng essence probably understands that he landed in that period.

During the Republic of China.

The woman is wearing a cheongsam embroidered with a large flower peony, and her figure is not bad, after all, she is not young, and it is impossible to have no fat at all.

Cheongsam, a special figure-showing garment, at this time, will show all these weaknesses.

Looking at the other party's slightly bulging little belly, Wen Ling deliberately used his aura to walk around the other party's body.

It's good, it's just fat, it's not pregnant.

However, because he saw that the other party was wearing a cheongsam and exposed all the shortcomings of his figure, Wen Ling silently lowered his head and glanced at his clothes.

After reading it, the little ginseng essence secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't wear a cheongsam, but a small aqua blue dress, the kind of princess skirt with a little fluffy texture.

This kind of clothing, if you tie up the waist and wear it, will actually look very thin at the waist.

Because the skirt is particularly fluffy, it will line the waist very thin.

However, Wen Ling felt it and didn't feel that he was tied up at the waist, so he should be wearing it normally.

The figure is fine, and I haven't felt it yet, the malice from the flesh on the small belly.

"Hmph." After the woman's voice fell, she stood there, unruly and unruly, snorting coldly, obviously unconvinced.

The woman didn't seem to care, turned her head, smiled flatteringly: "Hey, eldest miss, this kid has a big temper, I can't control it, you see, no matter what, in the end, it's still a brother and sister, eldest lady, see if this matter is over......"

New Plane~

(End of chapter)