After teaching the concubine who didn't understand the rules, Zhang Ji walked towards Jing Salam's room.
Tian Mi is a frightened person. If Tian Mi, the concubine, makes a mistake, it is natural to punish her, the head wife, for not teaching her well.
Zhang Ji, who was wearing a light bathrobe, felt the cold wind blowing on his eggs and took a slight breath.
The leaves are swaying gently in the wind, and the stars are dotted among the leaves, adding a bit of mystery to the inner courtyard.
Zhang Ji walked through the path and came to a quiet and elegant house.
A variety of exotic flowers and plants are planted outside the house, which looks particularly beautiful under the moonlit night.
This was planted by the Amazing Salamander.
I don’t know why, but when they were in Xinzheng, Jing Salad and Yan Lingji played with the flowers and plants in that mansion together, and they seemed to have continued this habit when they returned to Xianyang. Originally taciturn, cold, arrogant and elegant, Jing Salamander always gave people a cold and sharp feeling, but as he played with flowers and plants day by day, Jing Salamander seemed to have completely changed into a different person.
This is not just because the Amazing Salamander will change into a blue and yellow dress whenever he is at home.
It's because the corners of Jingli's eyes are no longer sharp, but have become softer, giving people the dignified and noble feeling of a royal wife.
However, Jing Salamander still seems to be a little easy to be cut off, even after she truly became Zhang Ji's woman.
Crunch!
The sound of the wooden window door opening came from the right side of Zhang Ji. A charming and charming face poked out of the window. One hand was holding the wooden window, and the other hand was holding a pole ready to use. She came to press against the wooden window, and her slender and exquisite body leaned against the window edge. The plumpness was squeezed so hard that it seemed like it was about to burst out of the shackles of the dress.
"oops."
Yan Lingji let out a sweet cry, and the pole in her hand came out, shooting towards Zhang Ji's head like a sharp arrow.
If it were an ordinary person, this pole would probably be equivalent to a spear thrown by a strong soldier in the army. It would definitely not be a problem to pierce the head. But it was just a piece of cake for Zhang Ji. With a single move of his left hand, Zhang Ji easily grabbed the pole and looked at Yan Lingji with some confusion.
Could it be that Yan Lingji was jealous because she first accompanied Tian Mi and then went straight to Jing Salaman's room?
Zhang Ji shook his head and ruled out this possibility.
Although Yan Lingji has a bit of an eccentric temperament, and she will show off her quirks from time to time, she has never been unreasonable.
Just when Zhang Ji was confused, Yan Lingji had a look of guilt on her face, her face was flushed, she lifted up a strand of green silk and tied it behind her back, showing an apologetic smile: "I didn't mean to do this, please forgive me."
Zhang Ji held the pole and looked at Yan Lingji with a frown.
Did this woman take the wrong medicine?
Or are we talking about being possessed by ghosts and seizing bodies?
And although Yan Lingji was apologizing, the smile on the corner of her mouth was by no means a pure apology, but a bit provocative, giving people the feeling of a smile but not a smile.
"I lost my hand for a moment, did your husband suffer any pain?"
Yan Lingji's words always seemed familiar to Zhang Ji. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Zhang Ji's mind, and he seemed to have thought of something.
Because Hu Meiren said that Zhang Ji had told her many stories, the other wives and concubines would ask Zhang Ji to tell him a few stories when he became a sage.
After going back and forth, the stories of some dramas were almost finished, so Zhang Ji used the contents of some scripts as stories.
Of course, as a guy who writes books full of pornographic jokes, Zhang Ji can't help but include some pornographic jokes when telling stories, such as "Jin Ping Mei", for example, talking about the women in the Water Margin, there are women and girls. Although the masculine Hu Sanniang was mentioned, the enchanting Pan Jinlian was inevitably mentioned.
Although their personalities are different, Pan Jinlian's soft-spoken temperament, enchanting appearance, and unrestrained and proactive temperament are indeed somewhat similar to Yan Lingji, so Yan Lingji doesn't know what to think. Pan Jinlian really imitated what Zhang Ji told her.
The face is lined with peach blossoms, the eyebrows are crescent-shaped, the eyebrows are drawn and the eyes are painted, and the makeup is applied with pink and red, and the charm is endless.
But Yan Lingji's appearance and figure are naturally far superior to Pan Jinlian's, and she doesn't need to be as pretentious as Pan Jinlian in order to attract men.
Yan Lingji, who is naturally charming, exudes proud charm even with an unintentional movement of her hands and feet, easily tugging at Zhang Ji's heartstrings.
"It doesn't hurt, the little lady must not have done it intentionally."
Zhang Ji naturally didn't mind cooperating with Yan Lingji's tricks and responded.
Yan Lingji smiled sweetly, tilted her head, and a smile flashed in her eyes.
The idiot finally came to his senses.
Immediately, as if in response to Zhang Ji's words, Yan Lingji nodded gently to express that it was an unintentional mistake. She looked at Zhang Ji charmingly, as if she was hesitant to speak.
"Then Sir...can you pick up the pole and return it to me?"
"I'll come right away."
Zhang Ji chuckled lightly and came to Yan Lingji's window, holding the pole horizontally.
Yan Lingji stretched out her slender hand, and gently pinched the support rod with her five slender fingers. She held it, slid it gently, and reached for Zhang Ji's hand.
But just when the two hands were about to come into contact, Yan Lingji retracted her hand and just rubbed it back and forth, tentatively teasing Zhang Ji. Even if Zhang Ji took the initiative to reach out, Yan Lingji would always be coquettish. Laughing and ducking.
Zhang Ji simply grasped the pole and pulled it towards him. Yan Lingji, who was also holding the pole, naturally leaned towards Zhang Ji.
It was also at that moment that Zhang Ji let go of the support pole, wrapped his hands around Yan Lingji's waist, and almost carried her out of the house and out the window.
The two bodies were stuck together because of this, with only one support pole still lying between them because of Yan Lingji's support, like the last obstacle to a forbidden relationship.
Yan Lingji looked at Zhang Ji sheepishly like an innocent bride. A blush appeared on her pretty face, as if she had applied rouge. Paired with the slightest apology and tenderness between her eyebrows, it was even more sultry. .
"What did the young lady say before?"
Zhang Ji's eyes were full of aggression, as hot and direct as a hyena staring at its prey, and the dog's claws had already begun to climb up the slender waist.
Yan Lingji blinked slightly and said softly: "I ask you to hold the pole..."
"Not this sentence, another sentence."
Yan Lingji showed a timid look, looked at Zhang Ji and whispered: "I missed my hand for a moment, did your husband suffer any pain?"
"It hurts so much!"
Zhang Ji turned over and jumped into the window. He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Lingji's catkin, which was as warm as jade, and explored the painful part of his body.
Well, it hurts a lot and is swollen.
"So please help me, little lady, to relieve the pain."
He lowered his head and whispered against the pink earlobe. Heat waves hit the tips of Yan Lingji's ears and the side of her face.
"Lang... How would you like me to relieve your pain, Mr. Lang?"
Yan Lingji's slender eyelashes trembled slightly as her eyes blinked, and a ripple appeared in the depths of her eyes.
Zhang Ji smiled without saying a word, and gently climbed onto Yan Lingji's cheeks, but then pressed her down forcefully.
"Little lady, how do you think I should relieve pain?"
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