Other than Feng Zhen, Jiang Pengji, and the audience in the streaming room, who were engrossed in watching, everyone else seemed disinterested.
They lowered their heads and ate.
They had lived a simple life for too long and were used to dull banquets. Faced with the delicacies in front of them, they felt bored.
Guicai Guofengxiao: "Aiya, it's not bad to be able to cross over. If I could be as successful as the host, I would be able to rule the world and sleep with beauties." Just thinking about it made him envious. The ladies were really good-looking, as beautiful as flowers and jade.
The faces of the Han women were delicate and reserved, and their facial features were relatively plain. The beauties of the Northern Borderline were more profound and more in line with the aesthetic standards of the audience.
Her face was secondary. The key was her breasts and buttocks. They were protruding in both the front and the back. It felt good just by looking at them.
Qing Luo Yue Under the Moon: "# picknose, you said it yourself. If you are as good as the streamer, what if you don't?
Yue Cao Muhui: "The greatest enjoyment of watching a live broadcast is seeing a group of naturally beautiful young ladies. It cured my face blindness for many years."
The audience was talking all at once. The rhythm of the musicians playing their instruments was sometimes passionate and high-pitched, and sometimes it was as if they wanted to refuse or speak. It was as if there was a slender hand gently teasing the softest heartstrings in their hearts, faintly discernible and indistinct.
Jiang Pengji smiled and extended her hand to the dancer in the middle. The dancer's eyes sparkled and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. She walked forward with cat-like steps and extended her right hand.
"Hands as soft as silk, as fine as cream."
Jiang Pengji smiled and praised them in front of everyone. The leading dancer smiled brightly, but the others' faces darkened.
Qiguan Rang stole a glance at his lord, while Feng Zhen stole a glance at Wei Ci.
Since ancient times, it was only men who flirted around and flirted with other women. When had women ever flirted around?
However, it was their lord's fault for being different from others. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her.
The dancers performed a few celebratory group dances. Apart from Jiang Pengji and Feng Zhen, who were enjoying the show, the others were expressionless.
"What do you think?"
Jiang Pengji didn't get enough of it even after the female dancer left. She asked her subordinates cordially.
Feng Zhen rushed to say, "The dance is beautiful, but the person is even more beautiful."
The others remained silent.
Jiang Pengji said, "I think so too. The battle at the northern borderline would take at least a year and a half if they were optimistic. The pressure on the soldiers was too great. In my opinion, it would be better to let these dancers perform occasionally. On one hand, it would reward the entire army, and on the other hand, it would relieve the pressure from the festive songs and dances. "
There were no psychologists in this era. Even if the soldiers had emotional problems, they could only rely on themselves to mediate.
Jiang Pengji planned to set up a song and dance troupe and occasionally perform a few performances to liven things up. She wanted to relieve the emotional stress of the soldiers through entertainment.
Everyone was speechless when they heard this.
They thought that their lord simply liked the color of the dancers, but they didn't expect that her mind was actually thinking about serious matters.
In comparison, Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, was at a disadvantage in terms of thinking.
Fu Wang frowned and said disapprovingly, "My Lord, won't this destroy the military discipline?"
The military camp was a proper place. Why did they let these dancers dance and sing?
"Isn't it too pedantic to say that?" Jiang Pengji said, "Except for a few veterans, most of the soldiers who followed our army into battle are decent citizens. Not to mention killing people, some of them had never even slaughtered a chicken or duck. Now that I've killed someone, I'm secretly afraid. "
His sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted together, leaving a few wrinkles between his brows.
Fu Wang still remembered the scene of him killing someone for the first time, but he didn't feel afraid or hesitant. His lord worried too much.
"If you're afraid of even this, how can you survive? The swords and knives have no eyes on the battlefield."
Jiang Pengji smiled but didn't say anything. "Anyway, it's settled. Just treat it as an extra benefit that I'm planning for the soldiers."
Fu Wang was helpless.
After all, she was the lord. As long as it didn't involve a serious issue of principle, almost no one would stop her.
Taking 10,000 steps back, she was doing it for the sake of the soldiers.
After a simple celebratory feast, everyone went about their business.
Although they had won a great victory that day, they still had to sort out the spoils of war, settle and guard the captives, and count the number of casualties … In addition, the soldiers were also unbearably tired. If they weren't immersed in the joy of victory, they might have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Everyone left one after another. Jiang Pengji specially asked Wei Ci to stay behind.
Before Feng Zhen left, he winked at Wei Ci. Qiguan Rang gave him a pitiful look.
The former's eyes said, "Seize the opportunity," while the latter's eyes said, "Take care."
Wei Ci was speechless.
"Zixiao …"
Jiang Pengji held Wei Ci's hand. It wasn't as soft and warm as a woman's. Instead, it was a little hard.
Wei Ci lowered his eyelids and his gaze fell on her hand.
He opened his thin lips slightly and asked calmly, "Is the lord comparing the feel of the two?"
At that moment, the livestream room hadn't closed yet. The audience watched the development in horror. They were stunned for a second, then they cried out —
Little Ding Ding Who Drifts With The Waves: "Did I miss an important plot? Why does beauty Ci accept being touched by the streamer without any ill feelings? In the past, not to mention touching hands, she even had to reprimand or avoid flirting … "
Red Spider Lily: "Don't ask me. I don't know either."
Jiang Pengji asked, "Zixiao, are you jealous?"
Wei Ci said, "She's just a woman. There's nothing to be jealous of."
If he was jealous of even this, he would have drowned in a vat of vinegar in his previous life.
It was strange. Her Majesty and men were close friends, but women always harbored ill intentions toward her.
"Tsk … Look at how calm you look. You've seen through it," Jiang Pengji said. "You're used to big storms and big waves."
Her words had a double meaning.
Wei Ci was not as panicked as before.
He had a hunch that the person in front of him had not only exposed his identity, but she had also speculated a lot about his previous experiences.
"As long as you like it," Wei Ci said.
Qingqing Qinghe: "What is going on in beauty Ci's mind at this moment — as a man who can surf in the sea of vinegar, he is fearless!"
"Zixiao is too cold. I'm not happy." Jiang Pengji reached out to him. "I'll only be happy if you kiss and hug me."
Wei Ci blushed silently. "…"
How could she be so blatant?
It wasn't that his level wasn't high enough, it was just that the person he met was too high.
"My lord, stop fooling around." Wei Ci paused and added, "This is a military camp."
"It's fine as long as it's not a military camp?"
Wei Ci said, "… That won't do either."
Was Her Majesty so glib in her previous life?
She was clearly very quiet, solemn, and serious!
"We won a big victory today. Shouldn't you give me something to encourage me?" Jiang Pengji reached out to Wei Ci.
He was silent. He took out something from his sleeve and placed it in her palm.
It was a small and delicate private seal.
The private seal only had one word — Peng.
In another place, Feng Zhen was swaying and planning to go to sleep. Seeing Qiguan Rang turn back to look at the main tent, he put a hand on his shoulder.
"What a scandal!" Qiguan Rang removed his hand from his face.
"Speaking of which, isn't it the nineteenth anniversary of the lord's birthday?"
Qiguan Rang raised his eyebrows. "Just say what you want to say."
"You mean they …" Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows. He had an expression that said all men understood.
"That's the lord!" Qiguan Rang's expression darkened. His dark eyes carried a bit of sternness. "Feng Langzi, watch your words and actions!"
Feng Zhen was not afraid of him. He said, "I'm not being disrespectful to the lord. I'm just worried about one thing. The lord is a woman. Who will inherit her family business? "
If there was no heir, for the officials, they would be like rootless duckweed. Their hearts would be unstable.
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