When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 241 Zhang Daguan and Yan Jinlian?

After teaching the unruly concubine's room, Zhang Ji walked towards the startled salamander's room.

Tian Mi is a terrified person, Tian Mi's concubine made mistakes, so it is natural to punish her as a regular wife for not teaching her well.

Zhang Ji, who was wearing a light bathing suit, felt the coolness of the eggs blown by the wind, and gasped slightly.

The leaves sway gently in the wind, and the stars are dotted between 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.

All kinds of exotic flowers and plants are planted outside the house, which looks particularly beautiful and moving under the moonlit night.

This is planted by salamanders.

I don't know why, when I was in Xinzheng, Jingxi and Yan Lingji played with flowers and plants in that mansion together, and it seems to maintain this habit when I return to Xianyang.Originally taciturn and cold and beautiful, the startling salamander always gives people a cold and sharp-edged feeling, but with the precipitation of teasing flowers and plants every day, the startling salamander seems to have completely changed.

This is not just because the salamander will change into a blue and yellow dress as long as it is at home.

It's because the corners of the startled salamander's eyes are no longer sharp, but softened, which actually gives people a dignified and noble feeling of a married couple.

It's just that the startled salamander still seems a little easy to be cut off, even after becoming Zhang Ji's woman.

Crunch!

The sound of wooden windows and doors opening came from the right side of Zhang Ji, and a charming and charming face protruded from the window, holding the wooden window with one hand, and holding a pole in the other hand for use. She leaned against the wooden window, her slender and exquisite body leaned against the window sill, that touch of plumpness was squeezed as if it was about to break through the shackles of the dress.

"oops."

Yan Lingji let out a coquettish cry, she let go of the pole in her hand, and shot at 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, and it would definitely not be a problem to pierce through the head.But for Zhang Ji, it was just a piece of cake. Zhang Ji easily grabbed the pole with one swoop of his left hand, and looked at Yan Lingji slightly puzzled.

Could it be that Yan Lingji was jealous because she accompanied Tian Mi first and then went straight to the salamander room?
Zhang Ji shook his head and ruled out this possibility.

Although Yan Lingji's temperament is a bit eccentric, and she will come out of trouble from time to time, but she has never made trouble for no reason.

Just when Zhang Ji was puzzled, Yan Lingji's face was full of guilt, her face was flushed, she pulled up a strand of black hair and smiled apologetically: "I didn't mean it, please forgive me."

Holding the pole, Zhang Ji frowned and looked at Yan Lingji.

Did this woman take the wrong medicine?
Or are you talking about the upper body of the ghost and the possession of the house?
And even though Yan Lingji was apologizing, the smile on the corner of her mouth was by no means purely apologetic, but rather provocative, giving people a feeling that it was a smile that was not a smile.

"The concubine lost his hand for a while, did the lord ever suffer?"

Yan Lingji's words made Zhang Ji feel a little familiar. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Zhang Ji's mind, and he seemed to think of something.

Because Hu Meiren said that Zhang Ji had told her many stories, so the other wives and concubines would ask Zhang Ji to tell a few stories when he entered the sage.

After going back and forth, the stories of some dramas were almost finished, so Zhang Ji took the contents of some short stories as stories.

Of course, as a guy who writes books full of nasty jokes, Zhang Ji can't help but include some nasty jokes when telling stories, such as "Jin Ping Mei", for example, talking about the women in Water Margin Hu Sanniang, who is a man, naturally cannot avoid mentioning the enchanting and charming Pan Jinlian.

Although their personalities are different, Pan Jinlian's temperament, which is soft on the outside, strong on the inside, that enchanting and charming appearance, as well as that unrestrained and active temperament, are indeed somewhat similar to Yan Lingji, so Yan Lingji doesn't know what to think, even Really imitated Pan Jinlian according to Zhang Ji's description.

The face is lined with peach blossoms, the eyebrows are curved and crescent moon, the eyebrows are drawn and the eyes are drawn, and Fu Fen and Shi Zhu carefully dress up, full of charms.

But Yan Lingji's appearance and figure are naturally far superior to Pan Jinlian's, and she doesn't need to be pretentious to attract men like Pan Jinlian.

Yan Lingji, who is naturally charming, even an unintentional gesture in her gestures reveals a proud charm, which easily plucks Zhang Ji's heartstrings.

"It doesn't hurt, the little lady must have no intentions."

Zhang Ji naturally didn't mind cooperating with Yan Lingji's tricks, and responded.

Yan Lingji smiled sweetly, tilted her head sideways, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

The idiot finally reacted.

Immediately, as if in response to Zhang Ji's words, Yan Lingji nodded slightly to express that she had made an unintentional mistake, and looked at Zhang Ji charmingly, as if she hesitated to speak.

"Then sir... can you pick up the pole and return it to my concubine?"

"I'm coming right now."

Zhang Ji chuckled, and came to Yan Lingji's window, holding the pole horizontally.

Yan Lingji stretched out her slender hand, five slender and slender fingers gently pinched the support rod, held it, gently slid it, and reached for Zhang Ji's hand.

But just when the two hands were about to touch, Yan Lingji retracted her hand again, just rubbing it back and forth, tentatively teasing Zhang Ji, even if Zhang Ji took the initiative to reach out, Yan Lingji was always tender. Dodge with a smile.

Zhang Ji simply grasped the pole tightly and pulled 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 pole, wrapped his hands around Yan Lingji's waist, and almost carried her out of the window from the house.

Because of this, the two bodies were stuck together, and there was only one support pole, which was still horizontal between the two because of Yan Lingji's lifting, like the last obstacle to stop a taboo relationship.

Yan Lingji looked at Zhang Ji with some embarrassment like a pure and innocent bride, a blush appeared on her pretty face, as if she had applied rouge, and matched with the trace of apology and tenderness between her brows, it was even more seductive .

"What did the little lady say earlier?"

Zhang Ji's gaze was full of aggression, just like a hyena staring at its prey, fiery and straightforward, the dog's paws had already begun to climb on the slender waist.

Yan Lingji blinked her eyes slightly, and said softly: "The concubine asked my husband to hold the pole..."

"Not this one, but another one."

Yan Lingji showed a timid look, looked at Zhang Ji and said in a low voice: "My concubine lost his hand for a while, did you ever suffer from pain?"

"It hurts!"

Zhang Ji turned over and jumped into the window, stretched out his hand to hold Yan Lingji's warm and jade-like catkin, and reached for his painful part.

Well, it hurts and is swollen.

"That's why I trouble the little lady to relieve the pain for me."

He lowered his head, whispering beside the pink earlobe, and the heat waves slapped Yan Lingji's ear tips and side face.

"Lang... How does Mr. Lang want my concubine to relieve your pain?"

And Yan Lingji's slender eyelashes trembled slightly with the blinking of her eyes, and a ripple appeared in the depths of her eyes.

Zhang Ji smiled without saying a word, gently climbed onto Yan Lingji's cheeks, but pressed her down forcefully.

"Little lady, how do you think I can relieve my pain?"

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