As soon as it was dawn the next morning, Jiao Ming put on her clothes with the help of Xiao Shi, and then told her to sleep well, and then went out to fight Binglian. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the gate of the stone castle, Jiao Ming looked at Binglian, who was dressed in a formal dress, and a strong man and maid behind him, and frowned slightly. "Eldest sister, our territory is not safe?" pulled Binglian aside, Jiao Ming asked in a low voice.

"You are older than me, why do you call me eldest sister?" Binglian held the shelf, her face was serious and formal, completely different from the usual state when she was alone in the study. "Also, my territory is not plagued by bandits, so how can it not be safe. ”

"Why don't you feel right when you speak? I got cold when I slept last night and kicked the quilt?" Jiao Ming was puzzled.

"Poof!" Binglian finally couldn't help laughing, but immediately suppressed her smile, and while maintaining a majestic demeanor and looking ahead, she explained in a low voice: "There must always be a noble appearance in front of everyone. ”

"Let's not talk about the aristocratic style, why did you bring so many people out?"

"The nobles go on patrol, this is the basic pomp. Binglian replied as a matter of course.

Jiao Ming raised his eyes again and looked at the dozen or so people behind Binglian, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, even the way of playing majestic is so simple, it is really backward and desperate.

"Let them all rest, and then you have to go back and change your clothes, we are doing social research, we have to integrate into society. Civilians wear whatever they wear. "It's really impossible to work with this kind of ignorant guy without saying a word. Jiao Ming lowered his head and thought about it, the safety issue really couldn't be ignored, and added again: "If there are any guys who can fight in particular, just bring one or two." ”

"How can nobles wear commoners' clothes, this is too unorthodox?"

"Do you want to build a modern territory? Do you want to build a high-rise car building?

Binglian nodded, waved and dispersed the group, returning to the castle room, and when she came out again, there were only two people. It was Binglian and the tall maiden, both of whom were dressed in coarse cloth clothes, their long hair was braided into thick braids, their white calves were exposed under their cropped pants, and they were stepping on the stone floor with bare feet. Maybe it's shyness, of course, it's more likely to be a foot piercing, and the four feet are restless and non-stop. Such a thorough village girl dressed up made Jiao Ming secretly admire Binglian's determination.

These days, I have been studying two foreign languages with all my might, and I haven't done much communication with the people in the castle except for Xiaoshi and Binglian. Although I see this maid lady every day, I don't even know my name. Slightly gave Bing Lian, who was still uncomfortable, a look, and Bing Lian finally put aside her discomfort and introduced the girl next to her: "This is the second daughter of the Saburu family, Miss Xia Feng." ”

Xia Feng made a maid ceremony, but found that there was no skirt match for the maid's suit, and after being stunned for a while, it was changed to a knight's greeting gift. Jiao Ming didn't know much about the part of aristocratic etiquette, and he didn't know what to return at all, so he just bent down slightly.

Since Xia Feng joined the team as a bodyguard, the force value was certainly not low, and it was easy to push the wooden wheelchair, and the three of them walked out of the castle on the dirt road between the fields.

It was the first time Jiao Ming had stepped out of the castle, breathing in the earthy air outside, and looking at the vast fields shrouded in the morning mist, he was really in a good mood. The morning sun is not blazing, but it still brings warmth to the body, Jiao Ming squinted his eyes, looked at the rising sun, and smiled from the heart: It's good to be alive, isn't it?

Binglian's mood is also good, it seems that pretending to be in the castle also makes Binglian feel depressed, although she is dressed as a village girl and has no shoes at this time, but as soon as she is out of the range of the castle, she immediately becomes jumping. After all, it's just a high school girl.,And because it's a nobleman.,The lively nature has not been worn out by heavy manual labor.。

"My Chief Minister, where are we going, and what the hell are we doing with social investigation?" Binglian bent down to pick an unknown wildflower on the side of the dirt road and sniffed softly.

Xia Feng, who was pushing the wheelchair, was obviously still a little restrained, and looked at the young master who had completely let go, and he was at a loss. It is the basic duty of the maid to remind the head of the house to pay attention to the manners of the nobles at all times, but when she goes out, she is explained that the purpose of this time is to pretend to be a commoner, so that the contradiction arises, and the reminder of the manners destroys the task, and the duty of the maid must be ignored when the task is carried out. The summer breeze is deeply trapped in a dead loop.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Jiao Ming was deeply attracted by the lively youthful aura of the ice lotus, and he didn't pay attention to what she was talking about. Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, and how much more can be demanded of a male animal in the prime of life.

Jiao Ming couldn't help but recall such a joke on the earth, an uncle teased a little Lori and asked: Do you know Cang Moukong? The little Lori replied shyly: I don't know. Ask again: Then do you know that Fan Mou loves? Little Lori still replied that she didn't know. Continue to ask: Then do you know the new clothes? Little Lori was shocked and asked: Ah? She also did this?

Children in the earth's information society are undoubtedly precocious, of course, it is not that precociousness is bad, but compared with children in the agricultural feudal society, there is indeed less simplicity and more routines.

Jiao Ming bets that if he tells a few pornographic jokes now, two seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls can understand forty percent, which can be regarded as talented. It is precisely this most natural innocence placed on a woman who is close to adulthood that exudes an attraction that is different from that of an earthly woman.

"I'm asking where we're going to do that social survey?" Bing Lian glared at Jiao Ming coquettishly, dissatisfied with the latter's distraction, and repeated the question just now. The little wildflower she had just picked had already been inserted into her sideburns, and she seemed to think it was very beautiful, so she bent down again to pick one, and turned around to insert it into Xia Feng's sideburns.

Jiao Ming only felt a heat in his nasal cavity, and then a stream of heat flowed through his lips and into his mouth, sweet.

"Why do you have a nosebleed?" asked Binglian in surprise.

"Ahem...... , it's okay, it's okay. Jiao Ming wiped his nose in embarrassment, but said in his heart: It's not because of you. When Binglian bent down to pick flowers, Jiao Ming looked at the round curves outlined by the coarse cloth pants, and couldn't help but think of a very important question: should I wear it inside or not?

The life experience of the past few days has taught Jiao Ming that there is no such thing as underwear for men here. And according to Jiao Ming's understanding of history, in the long history of agricultural feudalism, women's skirts have always been empty. Thinking about it, the nosebleed flowed like this.

"We went to the nearest village. Jiao Ming hurriedly changed the topic, in fact, Jiao Ming himself is just an ordinary person on the earth, although he said that he grew up listening to revolutionary stories and watching revolutionary movies, but how to transform an agricultural society into an industrial society is also a black eye. However, some basic theories on the productive forces are still known, after all, after several years of political and ideological classes, the theories of various revolutionary celebrities have passed 60 points.