Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qianye frowned.

Her hand slowly descended along Mo Qiaosheng's black hair, touched the three-dimensional brow bone, slid over the well-defined face, and gently rubbed the faint thin lips with her thumb.

In the misty spring water, this man was lying on the edge of the pool made of white marble, his lips slightly parted, and he didn't move. His eyes were covered with black cloth, and his face was flushed.

How can I hold back from bullying him.

Cheng Qianye leaned down and kissed his forehead. She kissed all over his brow bone, eyes, bridge of nose, to the tip of his red ears.

Mo Qiaosheng winced.

Cheng Qianye pinched his jaw to prevent him from struggling.

She stuck to that ear, expressed her feelings in her air, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to slowly bully the flustered him.

The pulp of the finger swiped back and forth lightly on those lips. Until those lips became cold from the excessive excitement.

Cheng Qianye suddenly stopped all movements, and only said in his ear with that seductive voice, Would you like to...I kiss you?

After a long time, she saw the lower jaw in front of her lightly tap.

So, she confidently covered the man's lips. The tip of the tongue parted his thin lips, and he drove straight in, attacking the city and the land, and acted recklessly.

Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his hand in an attempt to refuse.

Cheng Qianye held his wrist in the water, pressed it against the pool wall, and continued the kiss.

Mo Qiaosheng shuddered suddenly, he pushed Cheng Qianye away, turned over from the pool, and ran towards the distance. He was too flustered, couldn't see anything in his eyes, and even bumped into a tree.

He tore off the black cloth in front of him and disappeared into the woods without looking back.

oops. What did i do wrong.

Cheng Qianye looked at the suspicious water surface and touched his chin.

Back in Bianzhou City,

Yao Tianxiang slipped into Cheng Qianye's bedroom with a look of excitement.

How? Are you done?

Uh... Cheng Qianye was a little embarrassed.

What! Yao Tianxiang made a fuss, You just kissed him and he disarmed?

...

Is he just fancy and useless? Yao Tianxiang said.

The two women squeezed in front of the table, facing the candlelight on the table, and fell into strange thoughts.

No. The last time was the night we got married. Yao Tianxiang pushed Cheng Qianye, How many times did you bully him? Honestly.

This. Cheng Qianye blushed, Two...three times.

Then it's fine, he's probably too happy. It's too exciting.

Cheng Qianye held her cheeks and looked at the candlelight, Oh, I just wanted to kiss him, but he always looks like that, with tears in his eyes, making people want to love him but can't help but bully him. I don't think so. Be careful, you may overdo it.

It sounds interesting. Yao Tianxiang seemed to have discovered a new world, I'll try it another day. Let Sima Tu cry once.

The author has something to say: the architectural models in this article refer to the Book of Ancient Chinese Architecture History published by China Construction Industry Press.

Chapter 55

Yang Sheng and his brothers worked together to clean up the house in one day. The roof is covered with reed bundles, the wooden door is raised and nailed, and a large lock is locked, indicating that the house is already owned by the owner.

After returning to the city, Yang Sheng took out his reward money and took a few brothers to a restaurant together.

Called a restaurant, it was actually just a small stall on the side of the road. Several people were head-to-head, squatting at the low table beside the stall, each person ate a bowl of Hu spicy soup with two pot helmets and ate.

This is the first time in their lives that they spend money, sit on tables and chairs, and are greeted warmly by the owner of the stall to eat.

Yang Luhou wiped away tears as he ate.

This is so fucking delicious. It's like a dream. I feel like yesterday I was a slave who couldn't even get half a piece of black and hard cake. How can I sit here today and eat with a bowl?

The brother on the side patted him on the forehead: It's alright, it's alright, you're so good, and you're crying. Now we have met a good master, as long as we have a good time with our brother Sheng, sooner or later, you will have a good time to eat and drink spicy food. .

I, I, this soup tasted too thick, so I made it.

Look there. Yang Sheng broke the cake and threw it into his mouth, his eyes fell on the street not far away.

There is a post on the street, and there is a long queue outside the door, all soldiers in the barracks, everyone is beaming, carrying something more or less in their hands.

That's a post station. The owner of the food stall has long been used to this phenomenon, and while bringing out the newly-baked Guokui, he explained to them, My lord has added a lot of post offices to travel between Bianzhou and Jiangcheng. The taxis in the city can bring letters and things to the family members in Jiangcheng. They seem to be military masters. If you want to send a message to your family and bring something, you can go there. There is a special post office to help you write letters. It will cost a few more if you carry things along.

In the long queue, Ah Yuan, his fellow villager Ah Huáng and the commander of thousands, Han Shen, were lining up in the queue.

When they were lined up, A Yuan and A huáng humbly asked Han Shen, and Han Shen was no longer polite. He stepped forward, took out two thousand big money from his arms, and placed it in front of the post office that received him.

The post office inquired about the address and the number of items that Han Shen sent.

Then I took a piece of paper, folded it in half, and made two copies. A flower stamp was placed in the middle, and Han Shen pressed his handprints on the amount of money before placing the paper.

Cut in two.

One for Han Shen and one for the record.

Do you have words to pass along? The post office asked with a pen.

Thank you for your troubles. Please tell my mother and tell me to collect the money, so she doesn't have to save too much money. His son is now a captain of thousands and can earn a lot of money. If the wife is not obedient on weekdays, I just tell her to teach her a lesson. , don't be angry with yourself, wait for your son to go back and serve her old man's old age.

The post office wrote down his words one by one and placed them together with the two thousand coins.

Han Shen paid the handling fee and stepped aside to wait.

Ah Huáng stepped forward and patted his head: I don't have anything, so I will send a message to my father, mother and eldest brother, and tell them that I have now worshiped the Duke and divided a hundred acres of land and A piece of land for building a house. Ask them if they want to move here together, but they only say that there is our own land here, and the gentlemen on the official side are not so fierce, and they want to make a living.

The post office recorded details one by one, charged him the corresponding handling fee, and gave him a receipt.

When he arrived at A Yuan, he blushed and took out a blue-backed floral cloth and a small bag of coins from his arms. He didn't get the title, and he didn't get the reward yet. These were still two months of military pay in advance. He didn't keep a cent, and left it all to his family.

Ah huángchuī whistle: Wow, only a piece of flower cloth was sent, this kid only thinks about his daughter-in-law.

A Yuan endured the shame and said to the post office with a blushing face: Trouble little brother, tell my daughter-in-law, A Juan, that everything is fine in the military camp, and she has worked hard to take care of A-Niang and the children until I get the military merit. , after worshipping the lord, I will pick up a few of their mothers to Bianzhou.

Yang Sheng looked at the lively situation here, and leaned back, Did you see, most of these soldiers are people around Jiangcheng, this time the lord sent troops to Qi County, in order to open up Bianzhou and Henan Province In the domestic channel of Jin, they must be better than us.

He waved his hand and asked several brothers to come over: I don't care what they do, our team must take the first class in this battle. If nothing else, you must at least become princes. People have land, a house, marry a wife, and have a few children. We are the same people as them.

At this moment, in the row where Cheng Qianye was stationed,

Cheng Qianye was sitting at the desk, listening to Xiao Jin's report on the situation after the implementation of the New Deal.

From exile from other countries, adult men over the age of 18 who settled in our Dajin can be allocated a piece of land of 30 acres. The ministers and small officials arranged and resettled the refugees within the gates, adjacent to each other and living in alleys. Set up the lizheng, the pavilion chief, and supervise the education. The people will not move at will, and they will farm with peace of mind.

Cheng Qianye asked, Will these 30 acres be too little? I went to Xishan today and asked the old farmers on the roadside about the harvest situation. It turns out that one acre of land can produce up to two to three shi of grain, and after deducting taxes, it is not enough to eat at all. Ah. The counties we won in Bianzhou and surrounding areas are vast and sparsely populated, so why can't we give them more points?

Xiao Jin laughed: It's a good thing that the lord is sympathetic to the people's feelings and kindness to the common people. But at this moment, it's wartime, and everything should put the country's interests first.

All the soldiers of our army are recruited to the military households of our own country. These people who have flown in from foreign countries, the ministers think that they should be encouraged to do more farming and provide a lot of taxes for our Jin army as the top priority.

Cheng Qianye understood: You just want to attract them to Jin, and at the same time make their land not enough to grow, so that they can rent more land for taxation?