It was worth mentioning that Shao Guang's forte was not in strategizing.
His intelligence was higher than the average person's, but if he wanted to compete with a black-hearted person like Feng Zhen, he was still too inexperienced.
Feng Zhen had poached him and recommended him to Jiang Pengji because Shao Guang was a relatively unpopular talent — he specialized in water conservancy and minored in Mohism.
It was no wonder that Shao Guang had never been put in an important position by the Xu brothers.
The Xu family was rooted in Zhe County, which was a fertile land with abundant rainfall but not flooding.
Ordinary people could handle simple tasks, but Shao Guang had no chance to display his skills for the slightly more difficult tasks. He was of little value.
On the other hand, Jiang Pengji definitely needed Shao Guang! Last year, Wanzhou had experienced a great drought. If Jiang Pengji hadn't discovered it early and taken preventive measures, who knew how many innocent people would have died of thirst and how much fertile land would have been wasted? There would have been no harvest, and the whole year would have been difficult.
Feng Zhen's swing of the hoe this time was too accurate.
With a swing of the hoe, he had poached the talent she needed the most.
The atmosphere was harmonious. Jiang Pengji didn't put on any airs. She didn't make people think she was easy to bully, but she also didn't make people think she was unreachable.
After a round of conversation, Shao Guang was secretly surprised.
In his eyes, the Xu brothers were already rare geniuses among the younger generation. However, they still had a small flaw that was unavoidable for the descendants of landowning households — they were proud of their noble bloodline and looked down on those with poor backgrounds. It was extremely rare for them to lower their statuses and open their hearts to others.
If only the Xu brothers were like this, in the eyes of others, they would probably receive the evaluation of "little princesses with so many flaws."
Unfortunately, the general atmosphere was like this. It was normal for them to look down on others. Those poor bastards who wanted to stand out had wishful thinking. To put it in a vulgar way, they weren't called princess soldiers, they were little princesses!
In Shao Guang's opinion, Jiang Pengji was also a noble son of noble birth … uh, a noble daughter.
Regardless of whether she was a noble son or a noble daughter, even if she was a meritorious person, she should still have the arrogance and nobility of a gentry family in her bones.
After some interaction, he realized that Jiang Pengji wasn't difficult to get along with. He even had the urge to get close to her.
She was amiable but wouldn't make people look down on or offend her. She was noble but wouldn't make people feel unapproachable.
In short, this was a rather non-mainstream aristocratic family.
Shao Guang still had eyes. Whether it was an act or sincere, he had a balance in his heart and could clearly distinguish it.
In this way, he didn't feel the slightest bit of psychological pressure when he called Jiang Pengji his lord.
Jiang Pengji ordered many delicacies, and the three of them ate until they were almost full.
She looked at the empty space beside them and asked, "Should I call two people over to serve me?"
Don't forget where they are. It would be too formal if they didn't call the dancers over.
The two men fell silent at the same time. Once again, they confirmed that their lord was a woman.
Visiting a brothel? Why was he even more open-minded than the two of them?
"You don't want to? It's rare for me to treat you. If you're wrong, there won't be a next time. "
Feng Zhen didn't hold back anymore. With a wave of his hand, he summoned quite a few beauties. He even asked Jiang Pengji about them.
"It's a pity that this isn't the South Courtyard. Otherwise, my lord would have ordered two as well."
The so-called South Courtyard was a male version of a brothel, a place where men were sold. The young masters inside were the prostitutes.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyelids. "No need. You guys can have fun."
Feng Zhen was a shameless person. He didn't know what it meant to be reserved. Shao Guang had just joined, so he was more reserved.
More importantly, there was a female lord staring at him. If he hugged a flower lady, he would feel uncomfortable.
Feng Zhen ordered a few songs and dances in a row. He was fascinated. Jiang Pengji's fingers nimbly played with the wine cup in her hand.
She glanced at the sky outside and the corners of her lips curled up.
"There are a few beauties grooming today. Are you interested in watching?"
Feng Zhen watched the beauties dance without blinking. Without turning his head, he said, "Yes."
Shao Guang was speechless.
He felt like he was dreaming.
Even the male lords didn't have the face to say such things. Why was his new lord so bold and unrestrained? And Feng Zhen, why were you so shameless?
"Then go take a look. Maybe we'll have a romantic night together."
As she said this, a strange look flashed in Jiang Pengji's eyes. Feng Zhen and Shao Guang didn't notice.
Once again, Shao Guang felt that his new lord was a little speechless.
The brothel wasn't small. This time, there were nine beauties, all between 14 and 16 years old.
Looking at the young girl on the stage, the viewers in the livestream felt a little heavy.
In the past, when Jiang Pengji visited brothels, she had encountered beauties grooming. The viewers could only watch, unable to save them.
Feng Zhen said in a low voice, "This brothel is interesting. After such a big commotion, they can still do something like this."
Prince Changshou's army attacked the imperial city of Chenzhou. They burned, killed, and looted. The entire imperial city was engulfed in the flames of war.
Although the alliance army had stabilized the situation, they couldn't change the fact that the people were living in poverty.
This brothel had survived the disaster and even produced so many beauties at once. It was really impressive.
Jiang Pengji curled her lips and said, "I see a girl up there looking at you."
Feng Zhen noticed it too.
The young courtesan girl who had been looking at him shyly was dressed in pink. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face was still a little immature, but she already had a beauty that could cause the downfall of a city. She was young, but her figure was curvaceous. She was not that hot and mature, but rather a little immature, somewhere between mature and immature. She stood there alone, and the eight people around her immediately fell to the ground.
She was the center of attention.
Now, the center of attention was secretly looking at Feng Zhen.
Feng Zhen said proudly, "She's still as charming as before. Young lady, you have good taste."
Jiang Pengji chuckled.
"Zi Shi, I see that your house is empty. You don't have a considerate person to take care of you. Why don't you buy one?" Jiang Pengji's eyes were filled with malice and mockery. She suggested to Feng Zhen, "They're all young girls. If they stay in such a filthy place, I don't know what will happen to them. If you buy one, even if you don't give her a title, she can be your personal maid to take care of you. "
Based on what she said, she could be considered the best lord in the five countries.
"How can my lord make fun of others …" Feng Zhen shivered and begged for mercy. "The naughty children at home are already enlightened. I really shouldn't harm young girls. I appreciate my lord's kind intentions, but I can't accept them. "
How could Feng Zhen not know Jiang Pengji's temperament?
Similarly, how could Jiang Pengji not know Feng Zhen's temperament?
Feng Zhen liked young ladies, but they should be mature and charming young ladies. He'd never touched these kinds of unripe fruits.
It wasn't the first time that the two of them had colluded to drink in a brothel. How could his lord not know what he liked?
He only liked mature ladies. He didn't like young girls.
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