The seventh aunt ran away with the little white face who sang the opera, and everyone suspected that Ji Zheng was a wild seed born by the little white face.

If it were someone else, I am afraid that I would not have anything to do with the singer in this life, but Ji Zheng did the opposite.

When the Lanxiang Pavilion was rebuilt, Ji Zheng asked people to set up a stage in the hall, and invited a troupe to live in the pavilion all the year round.

After Ji Xun took over Lanxiang Pavilion, the stage has not been demolished.

Ji Zheng finally took the glass of wine and swaggered onto the stage.

No one moved the chopsticks, everyone's eyes were focused on Ji Zheng, and even the guys who were passing the food up and down subconsciously lightened their steps.

"Brothers!"

Ji Zheng spoke loudly, his neutrality was full, and he shouted the trumpet louder than Zhang Xu's voice.

"This is Hengcheng, the place where I was born and raised, the brothers went back to Hengcheng with me, that is, they went back to their own home, or that sentence, the brothers are willing to follow me, and if I have a bite of meat to eat, you will be indispensable! Dry! ”

Ji Zheng's speech was concise and clear, and after speaking, he raised the bowl and drank it all, and these soldiers also picked up the bowl and responded in unison: "Dry!" ”

Ji Zheng put down the bowl in this heroic aftermath, and just happened to see a slender person dangling in from the door of Lanxiang Pavilion.

Just after the Lantern Festival, the weather was still cold, but the man was wearing a fashionable crimson cheongsam, revealing the concave and convex curves to the fullest.

She wore mink fur on her shoulders, blocking the scenery on her chest, and her wavy hair was smeared with good hair oil, and she was meticulously coiled on her head, revealing her slender and graceful neck, and her figure swayed towards him.

Like the exquisite girl in the calendar, she is so beautiful that she is bewitching.

She's doing wonderfully during his two years away.

Ji Zheng sneered, raised his hand and threw the bowl.

A crisp sound echoed in the pavilion, and the woman's graceful steps paused, staring at him from a distance of a few steps.

The eyes are soft, as if there is smoke and rain.

Moist very much.

But it's very cold.

Afraid that others would follow and fall the bowl, Zhang Xu immediately stood up: "Give me calm, the deputy marshal should fall the bowl, if anyone is tightened and follows the bowl to maliciously destroy public finances, I will lock up whom!" ”

Zhang Xu, the battalion commander, spoke, and no one dared to follow the bowl.

Ji Zheng jumped off the stage, the woman seemed to have nothing happened, and continued to move forward according to the pace just now, walked to the side of the stage, and walked in front of Ji Zheng.

As he got closer, he could see the delicate makeup on her face and smell the delicate fragrance of her.

She seems to have been reborn and has become a different person completely, but her facial features are still familiar to her, and Ji Zheng can still hear her soft low asking in a trance: "Ah Zheng, who are you going to fight with today?" ”

"Er Shao, you're in my way."

The woman's gentle murmur awakened his senses.

The voice of the natural singer, even the speech is like a yellow bird, and several officials in the adjacent table camp listened to it, and they all showed intoxicated expressions.

Ji Zheng suddenly became a little violent in his bones, and was about to get angry, Qiao Ling suddenly stood up and looked at him nervously: "Second brother, the vegetable ...... The dish is going to be cold! ”

Qiao Ling is timid, and he still won't hide his nervousness.

She was scared, afraid that he would beat this goblin-like woman in front of so many people.

Qiao Ling was scared, but the woman standing in front of him had a smile on her eyebrows, and she didn't have any emotional waves at all.

"What are you singing today?"

Ji Zheng asked, feeling that his throat was a little sore after drinking.

The woman's lips were slightly hooked, pinching the orchid fingers and pinching the handkerchief to bow to him, and the opening was already a loud play: "The slave family will sing a "Legend of the West Chamber" to you today~"