"Hahahahaha~~~~~!"
Zhao Wenmo's wanton laughter could no longer be suppressed and burst out suddenly. He was still lying on Zhang Yumeng, and he could no longer stand still.
Zhang Yumeng's mouth twitched fiercely.
"Mo Mo, Mo Mo, don't do this, my chest is dented by you, yours is too big."
Zhao Wenmo cleared his throat, the fire of gossip burning in his eyes.
"Yesterday, yesterday, Yang Gan felt that the maids' hands were too weak. Yingniang's martial arts practice has strong hands, so let her try."
"When Ying Niang was serving Yang Gan, his hands started to become irregular. I think Ying Niang is also my personal maid, and she can also be regarded as a dowry."
"Let her serve you first. Who would have thought that Yang Gan's face was full of surprise at that time. He said that he always thought that Ying Niang's back was turned to him, but she was massaging her hands. He also wondered why her back was turned to him. You can still touch yourself with your hands.”
"Hahahahaha!!!"
"The front and back are the same!"
Ying Niang's face turned as pale as the bottom of a pot, it was so shameful and humiliating.
Zhang Yumeng wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile, "Ying, Ying Niang, I, I didn't mean to laugh at you."
"Actually, I have a high point of laughter, unless I can't help it, hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard, hahahaha, my stomach hurts."
"Didn't you take the medicine that Doctor Ge prepared for you? As long as it's similar to Mu Qing's, Yang Qian won't dislike it."
Ying Niang tilted her head, pursed her lips, and said nothing, directly pressing Zhang Yumeng's hand on her chest.
Zhang Yumeng's mouth twitched fiercely.
"This, this, is still different from the back, right?"
Yingniang didn't say anything, turned around and asked Zhang Yumeng to put her hands on her back.
“Holy shit, there’s really no difference!!!!”
"Well, actually, I think...forget it, I can't make it up anymore. Anyway, Yang Qian doesn't like washboards, but at least washboards have textures. It makes no difference to you."
"Yang Gan is a straight man. He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like. You are hopeless."
Yingniang doesn't have a good impression of Yang Qian. As for serving her? This is the rule.
The master is already Lord Wu An's concubine, so naturally she is also his.
If the master is not feeling well, isn't it normal for him to do the work for himself?
This is the same as saying that she doesn't like to go to work, but she has to go to work. This is just her job.
Not sure whether you like it or not.
But this time it was completely different. Every time Wu Anjun looked at another woman, his eyes seemed to glow green, scanning the person from top to bottom several times.
Look, among the maids who can serve him on the fourth floor now, which one doesn't have two Cuju balls hanging on her body?
"Zhang Xiaoniang, do you think a woman's front and back are the same, so she's hopeless?"
Although Yingniang wants to complete her work, completing the work means completing the work, but if you reject yourself, does that mean you dislike yourself? How can I bear it?
Zhang Yumeng touched his forehead and organized words in his mind. Finally, he sighed helplessly.
"Although I can't blame you, there's nothing I can do about it. Not to mention Yang Qian likes it, I like it too."
"what do you like?"
"Four balls to play."
"Four balls?"
"We all have it, you don't..."
Ying Niang was stunned for a moment, and when she understood something vaguely, she became impatient.
"Doctor Ge's prescription doesn't work."
Zhang Yumeng spread her hands, but there was nothing she could do about it. This was a worldwide problem. Even in modern times, there was no particularly good solution except silicone.
In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.
On this day, Yang Qian was sweating freely on the martial arts field and felt that his mind was completely clear.
He also took the time to finish processing all the official documents.
Not long after, a soldier rushed in with a roar.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, people, people are here!"
At this time, Yang Qian put on his regular clothes, with his hands behind his back, and his face was indifferent.
"Take him to the martial arts arena!"
"promise!"
The soldier panted and ran out again. Not long after, hundreds of fully armed Xuanjia troops drove in with a reinforced prison car.
Yang Gan frowned when he saw the man in the prison car.
These are not Goguryeo people, nor any ethnic group from Liaodong.
Moreover, there was an unusually tall woman in the prison car. The face of this woman and the man in the prison car should be from the same ethnic group and they looked similar.
Pull the leading soldier over and ask him carefully.
"Is this the man on the wanted poster?"
The soldier nodded.
"Yes, General Jia, Governor Mai and Lord Xinping all verified his identity, and he himself admitted it."
"Who is that woman?"
"That's the prisoner's Adi."
The corners of Yang Qian's mouth twitched fiercely.
"What's going on? Why are we two people? Why don't we need to be shackles?"
The leading soldier immediately put aside all the information of the day, and Yang Gan called Mu Qing over to check the log reported by the Tianshou Division that day.
"Didn't I already show you the information? You were so excited that you kept dancing your knife down there."
Yang Gan touched his nose, it was indeed his own problem.
There was nothing I could do about it, after all, I was very excited during this period.
After the prison car was escorted to the martial arts arena, Yang Qian was no longer in a hurry. The meat was on the chopping board, how could he still run away?
He immediately wrote a commendation order, and this time the matter was handled perfectly.
They were caught, no one was killed by the Xuanjia Army, and the Zhang family was rescued.
Whether it was Yang Qian's personal affairs or the local situation, this handling was perfect.
Even if Yang Gan is asked to handle it, there may not be a better way to handle it.
This can also be seen that for families that integrate into the Xia Kingdom and abide by the laws of the Xia Kingdom, and families that have made meritorious deeds as scholar-bureaucrats, the border army will still consider their life safety.
"All the soldiers surrounded the martial arts field for me."
"promise!"
Yang Gan walked inside like a spring breeze, and Zhang Yumeng followed closely behind. That time, although she was waiting outside, her heart was completely lifted up, and she was worried that Yang Gan would accidentally get into trouble, and she would be in trouble. .
When he came to the martial arts arena, Yang Gan's mood was at its peak. He must take revenge and come back, but now he had doubts in his heart and he had to get rid of them.
While Yang Qian was still thinking, Zhang Yumeng drew out his knife and walked towards the cage.
It had been several years since she traveled through time, and more things had happened than she had experienced in her entire life. She was no longer the movie queen who only studied acting.
Not many people died at her hands, but they were stained with blood after all. This was forced by Yang Gan. This world is cruel.
Many people think that metropolitan cities are cruel and the law of the jungle, but people in modern cities simply cannot understand how worthless human life is in this era.
Human lives on the battlefield are even more worthless. Yang Qian's casual swing of the horse can break several families, but there is no way. If they don't die, Yang Qian will die.
In a world of great strife, the struggle is for survival. The strong will be strong, and the weak will perish. There is no way out.
Zhang Yumeng was really angry this time, but Yang Qian still stopped her.
"Why are you so anxious? Are you sure you want to fuck him? I didn't see the girl next to him. She is taller than my master and very strong. Are you sure you can beat her?"
Zhang Yumeng's face was full of depression, but unfortunately his grimace immediately stopped and he took a few steps back.
The woman and the man were talking to each other in the prison car that Yang Qian couldn't understand.
Zhang Yumeng frowned.
"I can't beat you. I'm going to die. How come these two people are so tall?"
Looking carefully at the faces of the two people, although they were slightly far apart, Yang Gan's eyes were very sharp.
"They should be Xianbei people!!!"
"What? Xianbei people? Aren't the Xianbei people a nomadic people? There's nothing to eat on the grassland. Why do you grow so tall? Are you taking oxytocin?"
Yang Gan waved his hand.
"Actually, I don't know much about the Xianbei people, but according to the information from the previous life and this life, the Xianbei people do not have a fixed appearance."
Zhang Yumeng was stunned: "A variety of monsters?"
"nerve!!!"
"What I'm talking about is that Xianbei is a huge northern tribal alliance with different ethnic compositions. There are likely to be Central Asian whites among the tribes in the west, and they are all called Xianbei."
"When these blond and blue-eyed "Xianbei" people arrive in the Central Plains, they will definitely leave a deep impression on the witnesses, leading them to misunderstand them and mistakenly think that all Xianbei people look like this."
"Both Khitan and Mongolia originated from Xianbei. The appearance of today's Mongolians is similar to that of Xianbei in history, that is, large faces, high cheekbones, and narrow eyes, similar to Mongolian, Daur, Oroqen, and Korean people."
Zhang Yumeng pointed at the two people and said in disbelief, "Do you think they look like what you just described? Don't you think these two guys are just like God's food for them? Their skin is so white and their looks are so handsome. In the entertainment industry, even No acting skills are needed, the traffic alone is enough, and you didn’t notice that their eyes are also blue.”
Yang Gan crossed his arms and recalled carefully.
"There are many records in history that the Xianbei people's men and women are handsome. However, according to the ancient Han people's beauty standards, the Xianbei people will never look like the white people with high noses and deep eyes. The ancient Han people would not think that the white people have high noses and deep eyes. For beauty.”
"And taking the Mongolians of previous generations as an example, we can still see some cases of blond hair, accompanied by blue eyes.
And this is still a pure Mongolian yellow race, not mixed with white race. "
"These blond hair and blue eyes are the result of long-term adaptation to the cold and low-light natural environment of high latitudes in the north. By the same token, the northern people of ancient Xianbei were also very likely to have blond hair in appearance."
Zhang Yumeng's mouth twitched fiercely.
"You mean that most of the Xianbei people are ordinary yellow people, just like the grassland people, but there are also some mixed elements, such as blond hair, blue eyes and white skin. This is too ridiculous."
Yang Gan spread his hands and said, "This is recorded in history. This is also the first time I have seen living Xianbei people. It is indeed the case today."
"Their appearance should be similar to that of the Manchu and Xibe people, that is, white skin, long faces, high noses, and thin lips. This appearance seems to be more in line with the aesthetic standards of the Han people."
