Two Hundred and Ninety-Two: Taking Drugs and Partying, Rockery PY Trading (2)

Facts have proved that Jiang Pengji’s words cannot be trusted, including the punctuation marks.

Although Jiang Pengji has not participated in large-scale parties in ancient times, she has participated in previous eras.

As the most powerful military boss in the Federation, no one supports her wherever she goes?

For important banquets of a federal nature, the organizer would habitually send her an invitation. As for whether she could attend or not, it all depended on her mood.

After comparing the parties of the two eras, she found that whether it was the ancient era or her era, they were nothing more than the usual routines. However, as the leader of the army, she was a big boss who was supported by others and had to look at his face. Now She is just a shrimp.

With her ears listening to the touching tunes of Shengsong and Qin, and her eyes watching the graceful dance, Jiang Pengji smiled faintly.

Being a little transparent also has the advantage of being a little transparent. At least she doesn’t need to deliberately remember who so-and-so is, nor does she have to think about so-and-so’s family status and other human-machine relationships, and then consider how to talk to the other person. Everything she says is so simple. Tired and exhausted.

"Why do you enjoy watching it so much - are they dancing so beautifully?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at the live broadcast. The audience's comments focused on the dancer's figure, face and skin. As for the dance... they all felt it was too slow. It felt like an old lady and her husband were doing Tai Chi in the park, and there was no square dance. nice.

Although she didn't know what Tai Chi was or what square dancing was, judging from the barrage, it seemed that it wasn't easy to describe.

"I turned around and waved my sleeves, and frowned to gather the flowers." Feng Jin young man looked at the graceful dancers with his eyes, and smiled without looking back, stroking his hands, "His waist is like a willow, voice is like a warbler... hiss - among them The taste needs to be savored carefully. Lan Ting is impatient, so he should meditate."

Jiang Pengji looked confused. She looked at Feng Jin, who was so engrossed in watching, then at the dancers, and then at the audience in the live broadcast room.

Suddenly, she felt that the audience in the live broadcast room and her aesthetics were on the same level, and young Feng Jin was already super awesome.

"The dancing skills are quite good, but I prefer the enchanting ones, with fair skin, long legs, big breasts and perky butt..."

These remarks were unanimously supported by the audience in the live broadcast room.

[Orange Chicken Legs]: I just like such an honest and sincere anchor.

[Pippi Shrimp Let’s Go]: Actually, I also like people with hot figures. When watching live broadcasts, I only pay attention to female anchors with hot figures. I basically don’t watch those without figures. The anchor is the only one who attracts me to follow you not by his body but by his connotation. You are the most special.

[Shu Shu takes you to see the goldfish]: Walk all the way upstairs, # light on the wax

The little angel in the live broadcast room agreed with Jiang Pengji's point of view, but Feng Jin, an orthodox male from ancient times, was not so open-minded.

Her face, as white as snow, was flushed, and she was obviously embarrassed.

"vulgar!"

Hey, hey, I'm so shy.

Jiang Pengji understood that even if a boy of Feng Jin's age liked a girl with bumpy skin, he would remain reserved.

She sneered coldly, "Huaiyu's words are contrary to his will. How could I be vulgar? If you don't like warm and soft things, is it possible that you still want to hold someone the same size as you in the future? You told me before You have no intention of splitting the peach with Long Yang, and now it’s revealed.”

Feng Jin is also a relatively eloquent person.

But when a scholar encounters a soldier, he can never explain why.

Jiang Pengji clearly misinterpreted his words. How could young Feng Jin be her opponent?

Feeling angry, he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare Lan Ting let Sheriff Liu hear these words?"

Jiang Pengji counterattacked nonchalantly, "Huaiyu forgot, who did I go to the brothel with before?"

Feng Jin: "..."

Who else could it be? Your father, Liu Shebei...well...well, he lost...

wrong!

Feng Jin later remembered that the gender of the friend next to him was a woman, not a man.

Thinking of this, his expression became intriguing, and in layman terms, he looked like he was constipated.

Sheriff Liu, your daughter is acting like a bear, why don't you come over and take care of her?

Liu She said - What can I do? I am also in despair. Let alone visiting a brothel, I have to accompany my daughter even when she visits a small restaurant in Nanyuan.

Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Jin, who looked hopeless, and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

There were all kinds of bad things in ancient times, but one thing is worthy of recognition: the majority of the people were relatively conservative in character.

For example, the young man Feng Jin in front of him, no matter how serious he is, is essentially just a boy in his mid-teens and very young. Jiang Pengji only needs to lose her face and put on a "love it" attitude, Feng Jin really couldn't do anything to her.

There are three times when people are in a hurry. Feng Jin accidentally drank a lot of wine and looked slightly embarrassed. He asked a palace lady who was accompanying him to lead the way to the toilet. When Jiang Pengji saw him leaving, she looked at the empty place next to her and raised her eyebrows lightly. , Mo Ji also stood up.

She was still a little curious about the royal residence in ancient times.

As a qualified anchor, you naturally have to meet the needs of the little angels in the live broadcast room, right?

Following Feng Jin's elegant words, Jiang Pengji successfully hooked up with a maid in palace attire to lead her away from the banquet.

[Orange flavored chicken legs]: Grandma, I just want to visit the ancient royal palace, not the toilet... If grandma live broadcasts using the toilet, I won't mind...

When Jiang Pengji saw this barrage, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

She never thought that live broadcast audiences in modern times would have such heavy tastes.

"...I wonder if this girl knows where the evaluation men are? I have several friends who are from this class. Counting the time, the evaluation should have started for a while, but I always feel a little anxious in my heart. I wonder if the lady can lead the way for me?”

The palace lady pursed her lips and smiled.

"Mr. Lang calls the slave like this, which is a shame. The rules of the garden are strict, and everyone has his own way. The slave has such a humble body, he is not qualified to go near that place. If the master wants to go, the slave I'll show you the way, you can see it through the garden."

"Then I'll bother you, girl."

The garden of the Royal Villa is naturally not comparable to the small garden of Liu Mansion. The garden is full of exotic flowers and plants. Although it is late autumn, the garden is still full of colorful flowers. The bright colors dispel the desolation. A bit lively.

It is said that the imperial garden in Shangyang Palace is more than ten times larger than this garden.

On weekdays, only the emperor, concubines and the prince's concubine can go to see it, and no one else can get close to it.

Even if it were the garden of the royal villa in front of us, if it weren't for the special day, a nobleman like Jiang Pengji, who had no fame at all, would not be qualified to step into it, let alone walk around and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

"Yeah - Your Highness - be gentle - be gentle - ah -"

Jiang Pengji found a relatively secluded place and prepared to find a rockery to rest.

A viewer who was studying biology in the live broadcast room expressed that he was very interested in the unfamiliar plants in the garden and wanted to observe them up close. He asked Jiang Pengji if he could stay in the garden for a while. It would be better if the camera could be narrowed down so that he could observe carefully. Bravo.

She thought about it now that she had nothing to do, so that would be fine.

However, just as she was squinting in the rockery group for a while, she heard moaning and gasping from underneath. The breathing of men and women was mixed, becoming more high-pitched and rapid, with an ambiguous aura.

"Ah - ah um -"

Jiang Pengji, who was sitting directly above: "..."

The audience in the live broadcast room was more direct and excited.

Damn it, after chasing the live broadcast for more than half a year, I finally want to drive!

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