Nine Hundred and Eighty Third: War in Northern Xinjiang (20)

Except for Feng Zhen, Jiang Pengji and the audience in the live broadcast room who were fascinated, the others showed a lack of interest.

Those who bow their heads bow their heads, and those who eat eat.

They have been simple for too long, they are used to the bland banquets, and suddenly they feel bored with the delicacies of mountains and seas in front of them.

[Ghost Talent Guo Fengxiao]: Oh, time travel is still very good. If you can play well like the anchor, wake up and take over the power of the world, and lie drunk on the lap of a beauty. Just thinking about it makes me jealous. Ladies and sisters are really good-looking, like flowers and jade, but that's all.

The women of the Han family have exquisite and introverted faces, their facial features are relatively plain, and the beauties from northern Xinjiang are more profound, which is more in line with the audience's aesthetics.

The face is second, but the most important thing is Miss Wuji's breasts, buttocks, protruding forward and backward, and it feels good to the touch.

[Qingluoyuexia]: #打鼻, you also said that if you are as good as the host - what if you are not good at it?

[Yuecaomuhui]: The biggest enjoyment of watching the live broadcast is to see a group of natural and good-looking young ladies who have been cured of face blindness for many years.

The audience chattered and chatted, and the rhythm of the musicians playing instruments was sometimes passionate, high-pitched and enthusiastic, and sometimes they wanted to refuse or welcome, and they seemed to have a slender hand gently touching the innermost feelings. Soft heartstrings, looming, indistinct.

Jiang Pengji smiled and stretched out her hand to the dancer in the middle. The other party's eyes fluttered and the corners of her lips were slightly raised. She stepped forward on catwalks and held out her right hand.

"Hands are like catkins, thin as fat."

Jiang Pengji praised with a smile in front of everyone, the lead dancer smiled Yu Sheng, and the others - their faces turned dark.

Qi Guan Rang secretly glanced at his lord, Feng Zhen sneaked a glance at Wei Ci.

Since ancient times, only men have been flirtatious and promiscuous. When have you ever seen a woman seductive everywhere?

However, who made their protagonist different, it seems that there is no sense of disobedience.

The dancers danced several festive group dances, except for Jiang Pengji and Feng Zhen, who were delighted to see it, the rest of them remained calm.

"What do you think?"

Until Miss Wu Ji retired completely, Jiang Pengji still had more to say here, and cordially asked all her subordinates.

Feng Zhen said first, "The dancing posture is wonderful, and the people are even better."

The others remained silent.

Jiang Pengji said, "I also think it's wonderful. The Battle of Northern Xinjiang, if you are more optimistic, you will fight for a year and a half. The pressure on the soldiers is too great. In my opinion, it is better to let these dancers come out to perform occasionally, to reward the whole army , Second, it can also relieve stress through festive singing and dancing."

There are no psychiatrists in this era, even if the soldiers have emotional problems, they can only rely on their own mediation.

Jiang Pengji planned to set up a song and dance troupe, occasionally perform a few performances to add to the fun, and relieve the emotional pressure of the soldiers through entertainment.

Everyone was dumbfounded after hearing this.

They thought that the protagonist simply liked the color of the dancer girl, but they didn't expect that he was still thinking about the real business.

In comparison, Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, fell behind in terms of ideological realm.

Fu Wang frowned, slightly disapproving and said, "My lord, isn't this breaking the atmosphere of military discipline?"

The barracks is a decent place, what are these dancers doing dancing and singing?

"It's pedantic for Zhengtu to say that." Jiang Pengji said, "Except for a few veterans, most of the soldiers who followed our army were decent citizens. Not to mention killing people, some of them didn't even kill chickens and ducks. I’m secretly afraid of killing someone.”

The two sword eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, leaving a few creases between the brows.

Fu Wang still remembered the scene of his first murder, but he didn't feel afraid, hesitation, the lord worried too much.

"Even afraid of this, the battlefield has no eyes, how can you survive?"

Jiang Pengji smiled and said nothing, "Anyway, that's the deal, let me treat it as extra benefits for the soldiers."

Fu Wang was helpless.

Who made her the lord? As long as no serious issues of principle were involved, almost no one would stop her.

Taking a ten thousand step back, people are also doing it for the good of the soldiers.

After the simple celebration banquet, what should everyone do.

Although they have won a big victory today, they still have to sort out the spoils, settle and guard the prisoners, and count the casualties... In addition,

The soldiers were also exhausted. If they weren't immersed in the joy of victory, they might have found a place to sleep on their stomachs long ago.

Everyone retreated one after another, and Jiang Pengji specially left Wei Ci behind.

Before Feng Zhen left, he winked at Wei Ci, and Qi Guanrang gave him a sympathetic look.

The eyes of the former said "seize the opportunity", while the eyes of the latter said "take care all the way".

Wei Ci: "..."

"Zixiao—"

Jiang Pengji squeezed Wei Ci's hand, it was not as soft and warm as a woman's, but rather hard.

Wei Ci lowered his eyelids, his eyes fell on her hands.

He slightly parted his thin lips, and asked calmly, "My lord, are you comparing the textures of the two?"

At this time, the live broadcast room was not yet closed, and the audience watched this development in horror, froze for a second, and then screamed——

[Little Ding Ding who goes with the flow]: Did the baby miss an important plot? Why do kind and beautiful people accept being touched by the anchor without any qualms? Don't talk about touching hands in the past, people have to be reprimanded or avoided even a word of flirting——

【Manzhushahua】: Don't ask the baby, the baby doesn't know either.

Jiang Pengji asked, "Is Zixiao jealous?"

Wei Ci said, "That's just a woman, there's nothing to be jealous about."

If he was jealous of this, he would have been drowned in a vinegar vat in his previous life.

It's strange to say that His Majesty and the man are close friends, but women always have unruly feelings towards her.

"Tsk—look at your calm appearance, you can see clearly." Jiang Pengji said, "I'm used to strong winds and waves."

She made a double entendre.

Wei Ci was not as panicked as before.

He had a hunch that the person in front of him had not only stripped his vest, but he might have guessed a lot about his previous experience.

"As long as you like it." Wei Ci said.

【Kiss Qinghe Gently】: The kind and beautiful person's psychological activities at this time - as a man who can surf the sea of ​​vinegar, he is not afraid of everything!

"Zixiao is too indifferent, I'm not happy." Jiang Pengji stretched out her hand to him, "I'll be happy only if you kiss and hug me."

Wei Ci blushed silently: "..."

How can there be such a naked fruit?

It's not that his rank is not enough, it's just because the rank of the person he meets is too high.

"My lord, stop making trouble." Wei Ci paused, and added, "This is a military camp."

"It's fine if it's not a military camp?"

Wei Ci: "...that's not okay either."

Has His Majesty been so glib in his previous life?

Obviously very silent, serious and serious!

"Today's big victory, Zixiao won't give anything, but encouragement?" Jiang Pengji stretched out her hand towards Wei Ci.

The other party was silent, and took out something from the sleeve and put it in her palm.

A small private seal.

There is only one word in the private printing - 阿.

In the other place, Feng Zhen wobbled about to go to sleep, seeing Qi Guan Rang looking back at the main tent, he put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"How decent!" Qi Guan Rang took his hand off.

"Speaking of which—is it the 19th anniversary of the lord?"

Qi Guan Rang raised his eyebrows, "If you have something to say, just say it."

"You said they—" Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows, with an expression that any man could understand.

"That's the lord!" Qi Guan's expression sank, his dark eyes were somewhat stern, "Feng Langzi, watch your words and deeds!"

Feng Zhen was not afraid of the other party, he said, "I am not disrespectful to the lord, but I am just worried about one thing. The lord is a woman, who should inherit her family business?"

If there is no successor, for these courtiers, it is like duckweed without roots, and people's hearts are unstable.

"Naturally he is the young master in the future, there is no need to ask." Qi Guan stepped aside, "Wei Zixiao has a sense of propriety, he dare not overstep."