Chapter 1234

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "today we enjoy ourselves with the people. If you don't play well, don't dislike it."

People: "

What's the point?

How about the flute sound of my lord? I don't have any ACD number in my heart?

Jiang Pengji put the jade flute across her lips and a happy song poured out.

At the end of the war of Gaoyue nationality, Weici taught her to play flute privately.

Jiang Pengji is a busy person. She can't spare much time to learn. So far, she only knows one song.

She can't do anything else, but her imitation ability and memory ability are first-class. She plays well.

The crowd and 850000 salted fish in the live broadcast room were ready for the magic sound. Unexpectedly, the sound of the flute was not ugly at all.

The others were stunned, but Wei CI raised his lips and smiled.

Although his skills are mediocre, his Lord will "resist animals", which adds a lot to this song.

When the flute sounded, the iron eating beast who had originally drilled into Wei Ci's arms was summoned, and his big face was a little confused.

They saw him holding a plate of fruit with his two front paws and standing and walking with his two hind legs. He walked around Jiang Pengji step by step. As he circled, he stepped on the beat with his two hind legs. He hummed a tune in his mouth until the song ended. The iron eater seemed to be refined. He nodded and bowed to Jiang Pengji, held the fruit plate high, and handed the fruit plate to her in a pious attitude.

Jiang Pengji didn't answer, so she put down the fruit tray.

"Go down."

The iron eater seemed to understand her words, twisted to Weici, grabbed his knees, climbed into his arms, found a comfortable position, yawned, narrowed his eyes and went to sleep. Jiang Pengji smiled and put away the jade flute. She bent down to pick up the fruit tray and put it back into Wei Ci's food table.

For a long time, they couldn't recover. They looked at Jiang Pengji and then at the sleeping iron eater cub.

Did this iron eater become a sperm?

So human?

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "it's just a little skill to resist animals. Make you laugh."

They couldn't come back for a long time.

Even if Jiang Pengji's music is not exquisite, with the performance of iron eating animals, the whole program has undergone a qualitative change.

Instead of making a fool of himself, he covered himself with a layer of mysterious gauze.

People in this era are still very superstitious. The more extraordinary Jiang Pengji is, the more brilliant she will be.

She showed her hand. All the civil and military people who had not seen the "world" were coaxed, but the salted fish in the live broadcasting room lived in the era of information explosion, so it was not so easy to fool. Jiang Pengji's performance has just ended, and the barrage in the live broadcast room is like a blowout, all for her double-click 666.

[Gu Mengjiu]: the anchor finally shows Mary Su's aura. It's best to blind them!

[little gray circle rolling]: the anchor not only blinds the kind and beautiful people, but also blinds the baby's eyes. How big is that fat and talented? Even if he started training from his mother, he couldn't be so humanized, could he? Moreover, they are not used to standing and walking with two hind legs, which is bad for their health. This little fat Da is so smooth and natural that it is definitely a fine fat Da!

[rain treading on flowers]: it cooperates with the anchor very well. Just now it was humming a tune. What is it?

[scarlet of the goblin queen]: animals are not allowed to become goblins after the founding of the people's Republic of China.

[sneaking into Africa]: the anchor doesn't have this "Heaven's way" constraint. Maybe he really became a master. Don't you find that this fat Da is the fat Da who showed up in the live studio a long time ago. It used to be so small. Now it's almost a year. It's still so small.

As we all know, there are considerable changes after the birth of Pangda in childhood.

This fat Da is obviously very young and looks only three or five months old.

Jiang Pengji smiled but did not speak, without explanation.

Of course, the iron eater did not become a sperm. Its actions were controlled by Jiang Pengji.

She turned her spiritual power into an invisible power and manipulated the iron eater to make the actions she wanted. The truth is so simple.

Jiang Pengji doesn't explain. People can only blame the performance effect on the magical "Royal beast" and "fat essence".

It was rare for her to end the performance. The civil and military dignitaries naturally gave face and praised her.

The atmosphere of the new year's banquet was restored.

Seeing this, Mrs. Han's expression seemed to be coated with a layer of plaster, becoming extremely stiff, and her heart was not the taste.

She reflected. She felt that her fault was probably too obvious, which made people grasp the handle.

If I had been more cautious just now, I wouldn't have made such a big embarrassment.

Even if Jiang Pengji kindly relieved Han Yu's siege, it hit her in the face in Mrs. Han's eyes. It seemed that she had not been exposed, but in fact she tore her face down and stepped on the ground.

Her face was getting worse and worse.

Han Yu said, "are you satisfied? It's a new year's banquet. Hold back! Don't lose your manners and make people laugh."

Mrs. Han couldn't listen to anything else, but she really listened to what was about her manners and face.

No more resentment in her heart dared not attack on the spot, so she had to swallow it back.

Jiang Pengji smiled and joked with the crowd, while secretly glancing at the situation of Han Yu and his wife.

The couple don't seem very harmonious?

But——

After all, it's Han Yu's family business. As a man, he will handle it well. As an outsider and Lord, Jiang Pengji is really hard to intervene.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Pengji took the crowd to see several hot and noisy new plays.

Some new plays are warm and happy, and some new plays are purely funny, similar to crosstalk sketches.

When the time was almost up, she asked everyone to go back to their homes and stay at home with their families.

Han Yudi's eldest son is the first time in such a year. He still remembers the content of the new play and thinks about his peers he just met.

Mrs. Han sat silent in the carriage.

She was several fists away from Han Yu.

Han Yu said, "after the beginning of the new year, Weifu plans to send his children to Jinlin Academy."

"How can Jinlin academy compare with the Ethnology of my mother's family?" Mrs. Han frowned, "isn't it wrong to stay in that place to study?"

Han Yu became angry. He said, "my mentor is also teaching in the Academy. How can he harm people's children!"

Mrs. Han said nothing, but from her eyes and expression, she didn't recognize this.

What about golden scale academy?

How can the name and details be compared with those of the scholars who have made meritorious contributions for generations?

How can an abyss mirror be compared with several erudite celebrities in ethnology?

But her husband didn't understand her, and the more she thought, the more wronged she was.

In order to be a model of a good lady, she promoted Han Yu's servant girls who served him before marriage, gave them face and treated their children well.

She worked hard for her family, but she couldn't get Han Yu's understanding and respect.

The more you think about it, the more angry Mrs. Han said, "if Lang Jun wants to flatter his child's future, anyone can practice it. He can't move the lifeblood of his concubine."

The sons and daughters of the common people in the backyard can go to the gold scale Academy of laoshizi. Anyway, they are not worthy of the table. It is buried to study with a group of Dalit children of low family background. If you let your eldest son go, she will cry to death!

Han Yu's face was blue with anger.

The eldest son on one side hung his head silently under the cover of low pressure and did not dare to see his parents.

"This matter can't tolerate your willful mischief!"

"Mischievous? Capricious?" Mrs. Han sneered, "when you are really cruel like iron, do you want to trample on your own son?"

Han Yu said, "this is not a practice. It's too late to love my husband. How can it hurt him?"

Mrs. Han was discouraged and angry. She threatened to live in a separate house with Han Yu. She left her father and son to watch the year and rested early.

Han Yu sighed, but he couldn't help taking the lady.

"When you go to Jinlin academy, you must not be arrogant -"

When he was old, Han Wensheng told his eldest son.

The eldest son is gentle and clever.

"Well, my son knows."