Chapter 759: 759: Is the lady back? (One)

Chapter 759 Chapter 759: Is Madam Back? (One)
"Well--the neck hurts and the tea is gone--"
Feng Zhen put down his pen, rubbed his sore neck with his fist, moved his toes, and after sitting for a long time, he felt that both legs were not his.
Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo slips without raising his head. "There is no more tea, so the maid in the tea room can add another pot."
Fengzhen had a meaningful smile on his face. "It just so happens that the maid in the tea room has a good massage technique."
Yang Si looked down and said, "You are really not afraid. Who knows what these maids were before?"
The imperial city of Luzhou experienced a catastrophe, and many officials were taken away. Many aunts, including slaves, slaves, maids, and servant women, were left by the ministers. The maidservant of hers also found it later.
Fengzhen said, "Just let her pinch her shoulders and relax easily. I don't do anything else."
Really speaking, since Feng Zhen arrived at His Majesty Jiang Yanji, he has converged a lot.
In the past, Tianhuamian Hua Su Liu will not be able to pinch her sister for a few months, let alone develop further relationships.
If compared with the past, today's life is like a monk who has a lack of desire.
He was about to cry to himself, and there was a slight footstep outside, and the shadow cast into the hall slowly approached.
Feng Zhen didn't look up. "Go and fill the table with tea, and squeeze my shoulders again, just like I did yesterday."
After half a beep, no action was seen.
"You asked me to add you tea and squeeze your shoulders?"
Some familiar voices came from the head, and the tone of speech was a little indescribable warning.
Feng Zhen didn't hear it for a while, and immediately laughed, "Why, let you add tea to your shoulders and grumble you?"
At this time, the barrage of the entire live broadcast room was distressed, and by the way expect him to be cleaned up by the anchor.
[How much I love to send]: The high-energy warning ahead-your prodigal male Feng Feng is about to be bruised by the anchor.
[Sorrow with the wind]: I really want to grab Feng Langzi's shoulder and shake him fiercely. Is it bad to live, why should I die?
[Changsun Wushuang]: Yeah, why do you die? Let the anchor give him tea? I think the anchor will directly squeeze his jaw and pour a whole pot of hot water into it. Let the anchor pinch his shoulders? No, is he sure he won't pinch his collarbone?
"Feng Zishi, I dare to pinch. I'm afraid you don't have the courage to let me pinch. This is a good day for you, what about office, and leisure time for the girl to serve and pinch your shoulder?" Jiang Yanji walked two Step, snow-white foot socks came into sight.
Feng Zhen listened to the other person's family name and screamed himself, his voice became a familiar tone, and he was a little confused.
Slowly looking up, like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.
Alas--
She squatted slightly with her knees bent down, facing him, "Zi Shi, do you want to try my craft?"
Feng Zhen leaned back in fright, a little too big, and fell straight to the ground.
He got up in a hurry, authentically, "see the lord."
Jiang Yanji smiled and asked him, "You haven't answered my question yet."
Feng Zhen's expression suddenly suffered, as if eating a basket of bitter gourd.
What is it called!
I knew that the woman who came in was not a maid but Jiang Yanji. Unless he wanted to die, how could he instruct her?
However, his housewife wears women's clothing, which seems not so hot-eyed, much better than the burly ladies who Feng Zhen imagines.
On the opposite side, Yang Si couldn't help smirking.
Feng Zhen deserves to be frightened.
"Okay, Yang Jingrong, sincerely watch people come out."
Feng Zhen was a bit uncomfortable at first. She always felt strange in the face of the female protagonist, but Yang Si's impulse prevailed.
With one hand on his cheek, Yang Si smiled, "If you didn't give yourself a handle, who would watch you lively?"
"Inadvertently making friends!"
Yang Si clearly knew that Jiang Yanji was coming, but he didn't even remind him, but watched him coldly.
What else did Feng Zhen want to say? There was a voice from outside.
"Master, Mrs. Huang Junshou came to visit."
Jiang Yanji was surprised, "Mrs. Huang Junshou, who?"
Yang thought for a while and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife. I don't know what the other party is doing."
Jiang Yanji was startled, "Huang Bogao has a wife? When did you get married without telling you?"
Mrs. Huang Song came to the door, and naturally Jiang Yanji could not stop people outside the door, but could only meet in person.
Yang Sidao said, "Does the host need to dress up again? It would be too plain if this was a visitor."
Jiang Yanji is indifferent to the truth, "Your main character is not an ordinary back housewife, who is dressed up to show off, and what kind of system?"
After that, she strode away.
She won two or three steps for an ordinary woman in one step.
Look at her size again, tall and long, ordinary men feel pressure, let alone those petite women.
Yang Si looked at it, and his stomach hurt a little.
He felt that the protagonist was not wearing the wrong clothes, but it was clearly the wrong birth.
Mrs. Huang Song settled in the living room. When Jiang Yanji passed by, she found two maids with knives around her waist.
She didn't frown, and naturally looked in, seeing a bright-looking girl sitting at the bottom right.
Young, combing the woman's bun, this should be Huang Song's wife.
[Yang worry]: Huang Song's wife looked like a girl in high school, but she was already married.
Jiang Yanji and this audience coincided.
Huang Song's wife is still a childish girl, but her eyebrows have grown more stable.
"Body Huang Qi's body, met Liuzhou Mu."
When Jiang Yanji sat down, Mrs. Huang Song leaned in front of her to salute, and the four waitresses with knives waiting behind her also saluted.
Jiang Yanji found that not only the maid was carrying a knife, but the lady Huang Song was also a martial artist, with two knives placed around her waist.
啧啧 Live little pepper, don't know if Huang Song doesn't care about this young lady?
"Bogao and I are close friends. It's a great gift for my wife," she said.
Compared to Mrs. Huang Song, who has a lot of pieces to wear, Jiang Yanji looks particularly sad.
However, the two have different auras, and even if Jiang Yanji Su is facing the sky, he can still bring tremendous pressure on the other side.
"Liuzhou shepherd saved his husband-in-law at the Chaozhou meeting, and this gift cannot be saved."
Jiang Yanji said with a loud voice, "It's just a hand raise, Mrs. Qi came over to thank you?"
"Yes, but I do n’t know what Liuzhou Mu Mu likes. If anything is inappropriate, please forgive me."
Jiang Yanji glanced at the gifts underneath, all of which were fine rouge gouache and cloth jewelry.
She could not help but be dumb, knowing where this came from.
"Thanks a lot."
This time, Mrs. Qi was surprised.
"Zhu Mu is angry?"
"Why are you angry?" Jiang Yanji said, "These are all good things. I can't use them, but there are always beautiful women who need them."
(End of this chapter)