Chapter 978

In addition to Feng Zhen, Jiang Pengji and the audience in the live broadcasting room, others showed a lack of interest.

Bow your head and eat.

They have been simple for too long. They are used to meager banquets. They feel bored when they face the delicacies in front of them.

[ghost talent Guo fengxiao]: Oh, it's good to cross. If you can mix well like the anchor, wake up the power of the world and lie drunk on the beautiful knee. Just think about it, I feel greedy and envious. The little sisters are so beautiful, just like flowers and jade.

Han women's features are exquisite and restrained, their facial features are relatively plain, and the beauty in Northern Xinjiang is more profound, which is more in line with the aesthetics of the audience.

The face is second. The key is the little sister's chest, hips, protrusion and back warping. It feels good to look at it.

[under the green rose moon]: # pick your nose, you also said that if you mix well as the anchor - what if you don't mix well?

[Yue Cao Mu Hui]: the greatest enjoyment of watching the live broadcast is to see a group of pure natural little sisters with high face value and cure face blindness for many years.

The audience talked about the rhythm of the musical instruments played by a group of musicians. Sometimes they were excited and enthusiastic, and sometimes they wanted to refuse and welcome, and they wanted to talk back. It seemed that there was a slender hand that gently stirred the softest chord in their heart, looming and inseparable.

Jiang Pengji smiled and stretched out her hand to Wu Ji in the middle. The other party's eyes moved and her lips tilted slightly. She stepped on the cat step and handed out her right hand.

"Hands are like catkins, thin as curd."

Jiang Pengji smiled and praised in public. The dancer who led the dance smiled Yu Sheng, and the others - turned black.

Qi official asked him to take a peek at his Lord, and Fengzhen secretly glanced at Wei CI.

Since ancient times, only men have been flirtatious and flirtatious. When have you seen women flirting everywhere?

However, who makes their Lord different? There seems to be no sense of conflict.

The dancer danced several festive group dances. There were no waves except Jiang Pengji and Feng Zhen.

"What do you think?"

Until Miss Wuji retired, Jiang Pengji still had more than enough here and kindly asked a group of subordinates.

Feng Zhen took the lead and said, "dancing is wonderful, and people are even better."

The others remained silent.

Jiang Pengji said, "I also think it's wonderful. In the first World War in Northern Xinjiang, it takes a year and a half to be optimistic, and the soldiers are under too much pressure. In my opinion, it's better to let these dancers perform occasionally, so as to reward the whole army and relieve the pressure through festive songs and dances."

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

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

When they heard this, they were dumbfounded.

They thought that the Lord simply liked the color of the dancer, but they didn't expect that what people thought was still business.

In contrast, Feng Zhen, a prodigal son, has fallen behind in his ideological realm.

Fu Wang wrung his eyebrows and slightly disagreed with the tunnel, "Lord, isn't this destroying the military discipline atmosphere?"

The military camp is a serious place. Why do you ask these dancers to dance and sing?

"It's pedantic to say so." Jiang Pengji said, "except for a few veterans, most of the soldiers who follow our army are serious and good people. Don't say killing, some of them haven't even killed chickens and ducks. They have added human life in their hands and are afraid in private."

The two sword eyebrows wrinkled up, leaving several folds in the middle of the eyebrows.

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

"Even if I'm afraid of this, how can I survive without eyes on the battlefield?"

Jiang Pengji smiled but didn't say anything. "It's settled anyway. It's right to be the extra benefits I seek for the soldiers."

Fu Wang is helpless.

Who let others be the Lord? As long as it does not involve serious issues of principle, almost no one will stop her.

Ten thousand steps back, people are also for the good of soldiers.

After a simple celebration banquet, what should people do.

Although they won a great victory today, they still have to sort out the booty, settle down and guard the prisoners, and count the number of casualties... In addition, the soldiers are very tired. If they were not immersed in the joy of victory, they might have found a place to sleep.

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

Feng Zhen winked at Wei CI before he left. Qi Guan asked him to cast a compassionate look at him.

The eyes of the former say "seize the opportunity", and the eyes of the latter say "take care all the way".

Wei CI: "

"Zixiao -"

Jiang Pengji held Wei Ci's hand, not as soft and warm as a woman, but a little hard.

Weici lowered his eyelids and his eyes fell on her hand.

He gently opened his thin lips and asked calmly, "Lord, are you comparing the two hands?"

At this time, the live studio has not been closed. The audience watched the development in horror, stagnated for a second, and then screamed——

[little Tintin drifting with the tide]: did the baby miss the important plot? Why does the kind-hearted beauty accept being touched by the anchor without any objection? In the past, don't touch your hand. People had to scold or avoid even flirting——

[Manzhu shahua]: don't ask the baby, the baby doesn't know.

Jiang Pengji asked, "Zixiao, is this vinegar?"

Wei CI said, "that's just a woman. There's nothing to be jealous of."

If he was jealous of this, he would have drowned in a vinegar jar in his last life.

Strange to say, your majesty and men are close friends, but women always have a bad heart for her.

"Tut -- look at your light and light appearance. You can see it through." Jiang Pengji said, "I'm used to seeing big winds and waves."

She made a pun.

Weici didn't panic as much as before.

He had a hunch that the man in front of him not only stripped off his vest, but also speculated a lot about his previous experience.

"As long as you like it." Weici road.

[gently kiss the lotus]: the psychological activity of the kind beauty at this time - as a man who can surf in the vinegar sea, he is not afraid of everything!

"Zixiao is too cold. I'm not happy." Jiang Pengji held out her hand to him, "you will be happy if you hug."

Wei CI blushed silently: "..."

How can there be such a red fruit?

It's not that he doesn't have enough grades, it's just that the people he meets have too high grades.

"Lord, stop it." Weici paused and added, "this is the military camp."

"Not a military camp?"

Weici: "... That won't work."

Your Majesty was so glib in his previous life?

Obviously very silent, very serious and serious!

"Today's victory, Zixiao won't give something to encourage?" Jiang Pengji reaches out to Wei CI.

The other party was silent and took a piece from her sleeve and put it in the palm of her hand.

A small private seal.

There is only one word for private printing - Pang.

In another place, Feng Zhen was going to sleep. When Qi Guan asked him to look back at the main account, he put his hand on each other's shoulder.

"What a formality!" Qi Guan asked to take his hand down.

"Then again - is it the nineteenth anniversary of your Lord?"

Qi official asked to pick his eyebrow, "if you have anything to say."

"You say they --" Feng Zhen raised her eyebrows, an expression that men understand.

"That's the Lord!" Qi Guan let his expression sink down, and his dark eyes were a little strict, "Feng prodigal son, pay attention to your words and deeds!"

Feng Zhen was not afraid of each other. He said, "I'm not disrespectful to the Lord. I'm just worried about one thing. The Lord is a woman. Who should inherit her family?"

If there is no successor, for their ministers, they are like rootless duckweed and unstable people.

"Nature is the little Lord of the future. It's not necessary to ask." Qi official said, "Wei Zixiao has a sense of propriety. He doesn't dare to overstep."