"Ah … My neck hurts, and there's no more tea …"
Feng Zhen put down his pen and used his fist to massage his aching neck. He moved his toes. After sitting for so long, he felt like his legs didn't belong to him anymore.
Yang Si rummaged through a pile of bamboo slips and said without looking up, "There's no more tea. Just ask the servant girl in the pantry to refill it."
Feng Zhen smiled meaningfully. "That's great. The servant girl in the pantry is good at massaging."
Yang Si looked down and said, "You're really not afraid of trouble. Who knows what these servants used to be?"
The imperial city of Chenzhou had been through a disaster. Many officials had been taken captive, leaving behind many concubines, female slaves, maids, and servants. The mansion they were living in had been left behind by someone else. The maids and maids they were using had been found later.
Feng Zhen said, "I'm just letting her massage my shoulders to relax. I'm not doing anything else."
To be honest, ever since Feng Zhen became Jiang Pengji's subordinate, he had been much more restrained.
In the past, he slept with women every day. Now, he couldn't even touch a girl's hand for months, let alone develop a relationship.
Compared to before, his life now was like that of a delicate monk with few desires.
He was about to weep for himself when light footsteps came from outside. The shadow in the hall slowly approached.
Feng Zhen didn't even raise his head as he said, "Go fill up the tea on the table and give me a shoulder massage. Use the same amount of strength as yesterday."
After a while, the other party didn't move.
"You want me to fill your tea and massage your shoulders?"
A familiar voice came from above his head. The tone of the voice carried a hint of indescribable warning.
Feng Zhen didn't recognize it and immediately laughed. "What, is it hard for you to fill my tea and massage my shoulders?"
At that moment, the comments in the livestream room all felt sorry for Feng Zhen and hoped that the streamer would teach him a lesson.
Wo Hao Ai Jiji: "Warning ahead — your dissolute prince charming Feng Zhen is about to be beaten by the streamer."
Suifeng Xiao Se: "I really want to grab Feng Langzi's shoulders and shake him. Isn't it good to be alive? Why do you want to die?"
Zhangsun Wushuang: "Yeah, why do you want to die? Let the streamer fill his tea? I think the streamer will pinch his chin and pour the whole pot of hot water down his throat. Let the host massage his shoulders? No, was he sure he wouldn't break his collarbone?
"Feng Zishi, I dare to pinch you, but I'm afraid you don't have the guts to let me pinch you. You seem to be living a good life. You're working, yet you still have the leisure to let a maid serve you and massage your shoulders? "Jiang Pengji took two steps forward, and her snow-white socks came into view.
Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the other party call him by his surname and courtesy name. His voice had even changed to the familiar tone he was used to.
He slowly raised his head like a criminal awaiting his death sentence.
Eh —
She bent her knees slightly and squatted down to meet his gaze. "Zi Shi, do you want to try my cooking?"
Feng Zhen was so shocked that he leaned back. His movement was a little too big, and he fell to the ground.
He hurriedly got up and said seriously, "Greetings, my lord."
Jiang Pengji smiled and asked him, "You haven't answered my question."
Feng Zhen's expression immediately turned bitter, as if he had eaten a whole basket of bitter gourds.
What the hell was going on?
If he had known that the woman who came in was not a maid but Jiang Pengji, he wouldn't have ordered her around unless he had a death wish.
However, his lord dressed in women's clothes didn't seem so unsightly to the eyes. She was much better than the burly man dressed in women's clothes that Feng Zhen had imagined.
Yang Si, who had been watching the entire scene, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Feng Zhen was reaping what he sowed. He deserved to be shocked.
"Yang Jing Rong, you're so sincere in watching people embarrass themselves."
Feng Zhen was a little uncomfortable at first. He felt that it was a little weird to face his lord dressed in women's clothes, but the urge to criticize Yang Si won out.
Yang Si supported his cheek with one hand and laughed. "If you hadn't given someone something to use against you, who would have watched you?"
"You're too careless in making friends!"
Yang Si clearly knew that Jiang Pengji was coming, but he didn't even warn him. Instead, he coldly watched him embarrass himself.
Feng Zhen wanted to say something, but a servant's voice came from outside.
"My lord, County Chief Huang's wife is here to visit."
Jiang Pengji was surprised. "County Chief Huang's wife? Who is it?"
Yang Si thought about it and said, "It should be Huang Song's wife. I don't know why she's here."
Jiang Pengji was shocked. "Huang Bogao has a wife? When did he get married? Why didn't he inform us? "
Since Huang Song's wife had come to visit, Jiang Pengji naturally couldn't stop her from entering. She could only receive her personally.
Yang Si said, "My lord, do you need to dress up a little more? If you receive a guest like this, it's too plain. "
Jiang Pengji said indifferently, "Your lord is not an ordinary woman in the backyard. Who would see me dressed up? How improper would that be?"
After she finished speaking, she strode away.
Her one step was faster than an ordinary woman's two or three.
Looking at her height, she was tall and slender. Ordinary men would feel pressured, let alone those petite women.
Yang Si looked at her and felt a faint stomachache.
He felt that his lord wasn't wearing the wrong clothes, but had clearly reincarnated into the wrong body.
Huang Song's wife was settled in the living room. When Jiang Pengji went over, she found two maids with knives at their waists standing outside the door.
She didn't even frown. She walked in with a natural expression and saw a young girl with a bright and beautiful face sitting on the lower right.
She was young and had a woman's bun. She should be Huang Song's wife.
Ye Chouchang: "Oh my god, Huang Song's wife looks like a girl in her first year of high school. She's actually married."
Jiang Pengji's thoughts coincided with the audience's.
Huang Song's wife was still a young girl, but she already had the steadiness of an adult.
"Your servant, Huang Qishi, greets the magistrate of Liuzhou."
When Jiang Pengji sat down, Huang Song's wife bowed to her. The four maids with knives behind her also bowed.
Jiang Pengji discovered that not only did the maids carry knives, but Huang Song's wife also practiced martial arts. She had two knives on her waist belt.
Tsk tsk … She was a real hot pepper. She wondered if Huang Song was usually afraid of this young wife?
"Bogao and I are close friends. You're treating me like an outsider with such great respect."
Compared to Huang Song's wife, who was dressed up and had no lack of hawksbill hairpins, Jiang Pengji seemed especially gloomy.
However, the auras of the two were different. Even if Jiang Pengji didn't wear any makeup, she could still bring great pressure to the other party.
"Magistrate of Liuzhou saved my husband at the court meeting. I can't skip this courtesy."
Jiang Pengji responded with an "oh" and said, "It's nothing. Did Lady Qi specially come over to thank me?"
"Yes, but I don't know what you like. If there's anything inappropriate, please forgive me."
Jiang Pengji glanced at the gifts placed below. They were all high-quality rouge, face powder, and cloth jewelry.
She couldn't help but be speechless. She knew the reason for her visit.
"Thank you very much."
This time, it was Lady Qi's turn to be surprised.
"Aren't you angry, magistrate?"
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