Chapter 290

Facts have proved that Jiang Pengji's words can't be trusted, including punctuation.

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

As the most powerful military leader in the Federation, where did no one hold her?

For important federal banquets, the organizers will habitually send her an invitation. Whether people arrive or not depends entirely on their personal mood.

After comparing the parties of the two times, she found that whether it was in ancient times or her time, it was nothing more than those customary routines. However, as the head of the army, she was a big man held by others and had to look at her face. Now she is just shrimp.

Her ears listened to the moving Sheng song and Qin music, her eyes looked at the graceful man dance, and Jiang Pengji smiled.

Small transparency also has the advantages of small transparency. At least she doesn't need to deliberately remember who so and so is, and she doesn't need to think about so and so's family status and other man-machine relations, and then consider how to talk with each other. She's so tired and flustered.

"It's hard for you to enjoy it so much - they dance so well?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at the live barrage. The audience's comments focused on the dancer's body, face and skin. As for the dance posture... They all felt that it was too slow. It felt like the old lady's husband in the park was playing Taijiquan, which was not as good as others' square dance.

Although she doesn't know what Taijiquan is and what square dance is, the meaning of looking at the barrage should not be easy to describe.

"Turn your body, shake your sleeves, frown and collect your mother of flowers." Feng Jin's young eyes looked at the dancers who danced beautifully, and without looking back, he slapped and smiled, "waist like a willow, voice like a warbler... Hiss - the taste in it, you need to taste it carefully. LAN Ting is impatient, and you should meditate."

Jiang Pengji looked confused and forced. Look at Feng Jin who was so devoted, look at the dancers, and look at the audience in the live studio.

Suddenly, she felt that the audience and her aesthetics in the live studio were in the same dimension, and Feng Jin's youth was already supernatural.

"The dancing is very good, but I prefer enchanting, white and beautiful, long legs, big breasts and hips..."

This remark was unanimously supported by the audience in the live broadcast room.

[orange flavored chicken leg]: I just like such a frank and sincere anchor.

[Pipi shrimp let's go]: in fact, I also like hot bodies. Watching the live broadcast only focuses on hot female anchors, and I don't watch those without bodies. The anchor is the only one who doesn't rely on the body and attracts the baby to chase more by connotation. You are the most special.

[corn shows you goldfish]: go upstairs and # wax

The little angel in the live studio agrees with Jiang Pengji, but Feng Jin, an orthodox man in ancient times, is not so open.

His face as white as snow was flushed, which was obviously ashamed.

"Vulgar!"

Yo, yo, you're shy.

Jiang Pengji knows that a teenager of Feng Jin's age, even if she likes her little sister with bumpy skin, she will keep her mouth shut.

She sneered coldly, "Huai Yu's words are against my heart. Where am I vulgar? I don't like warm and soft. Do you still want to hold one of the same size as you in the future? You told me before that you had no intention of Longyang peach splitting, which will reveal the stuffing."

Feng Jin is also a more talkative person, but when a scholar meets a soldier, he has always been unreasonable.

Jiang Pengji clearly misinterpreted his words. Where is Feng Jin's opponent?

A burst of anger in his heart and said, "Lanting dares to let Liu Jun guard hear these words?"

Jiang Pengji fought back indifferently, "Huai Yu forgot who I went to the brothel with before?"

Feng Jin: "

Who else can there be, your father Liu she... Er... Well, he lost

incorrect!

Feng Jin remembered later that the little partner around him was female, not male.

Thinking of this, his expression became intriguing, popular, just constipation.

Sheriff Liu, your girls are like bears. Why don't you come and take care of them?

Liu she said -- I'm also very desperate about what I can do. Let alone my daughter's visit to the brothel, I have to accompany her even if she visits the South courtyard.

Jiang Pengji looked at the loveless Feng Jin on her face and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

In ancient times, there were all kinds of bad, but one thing is worth affirming. The people's character was relatively conservative.

Just like the young Feng Jin in front of her, no matter how serious she is, she is essentially only half a teenager in her teens. She is very tender. As long as Jiang Pengji gives up her face and puts on a posture of "how she likes it", Feng Jin really can't take her.

There were three anxieties. Young Feng Jin accidentally drank a lot of wine and looked a little embarrassed. She asked a palace woman to lead him to the toilet. Jiang Pengji saw him leave and looked at the empty position beside her. She lightly raised her eyebrows and got up with ink.

She is still curious about the Royal Garden in ancient times.

As a qualified anchor, we naturally have to meet the needs of the audience angels in the live studio, don't we?

Learning from Feng Jin's elegant words, Jiang Pengji successfully hooked up with a palace maid and led her away from the banquet.

[orange flavored chicken leg]: grandma, my baby just wants to visit the ancient royal garden, not the toilet... If grandma broadcasts the toilet live, my baby doesn't mind

When Jiang Pengji saw the barrage, she drew a light blow from the corner of her mouth.

She never thought that the live audience in ancient times should have such a strong taste.

"... I wonder if this girl knows where the judges are? Several of my friends are from this year. Calculate the time. The evaluation should start for some time, but I always feel nervous. Can the girl lead the way for me?"

The palace woman pursed her lips and smiled.

"You call the slave like this, but you break the slave. Don't go to the garden with strict rules. Everyone has his own way. The slave's humble body is not qualified to get close to that place. If you want to go, I'll show you the way and see it through the garden."

"Then bother the girl."

Of course, the garden of the royal garden is not comparable to the small garden of Liufu. The garden is full of strange flowers and plants. Although it is a depressed late autumn, the garden is still full of colorful flowers. The bright colors dispel the bleak and more 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 Prince Diji can go to see it, and others can't get close at all.

Even if it was not for the special days in front of the Royal Garden, the gentry children like Jiang Pengji who did not have any merit and fame were not qualified to step in, let alone walk freely and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

"Well - Your Highness - light, light - ah -"

Jiang Pengji found a quiet place and was going to find a rockery to rest.

A biology audience in the live broadcasting room expressed that he was very interested in strange plants in the garden and wanted to observe them closely. He asked Jiang Pengji if she could stay in the garden for a period of time. It would be even better if he could narrow the camera distance and let him observe carefully.

She thinks she's free now. That's it.

However, as soon as she narrowed in the rockery group for a while, there was a coquettish and angry gasp from below. The gasps of men and women were mixed, becoming more and more high and urgent, with an ambiguous atmosphere.

"Ah -- ah, en --"

Jiang Pengji sitting directly above: "...."

The audience in the live studio was more direct and blew up.

I've been chasing for more than half a year. I'm finally going to drive!