That emperor wants to gay me

Jun Zifeng's application was a bit puzzled, it was the first time he had heard of such a thing, "What is that?"

"You'll find out later." After speaking, Zuo Anming helped Jun Zifeng arrange his clothes.

"An'er, today I defeated the Xiongnu in Nanning, you can be said to be the first-class hero, what reward do you want?" Gentleman Feng smiled openly.

"That's good. I just took advantage of it. Don't be proud of you."

"Well, Ann, the lesson is."

Looking up several times are the gentleman's fiery eyes.

Zuo Anming frowned and said, "Gentleman, what do you want to do?"

Jun Zifeng didn't make a sound, he hugged Zuo Anming and started to plunder recklessly. After a while, Zuo Anming felt a little unbearable lust.

This goddamn fuck, it tastes so sweet!

Resisting the last bit of sobriety in his heart, Zuo Anming pushed Jun Zifeng away forcefully, his voice slightly angry: "Jun Zifeng, are you sick? You take advantage of me at every turn.

Jun Zifeng chuckled, "What do you mean I take advantage? You are all mine, how can you say that I take advantage

"You... I can't tell you.

Jun Zifeng stepped forward to hold Zuo Anming's little hand, and whispered softly: "You are such a tormenting little fairy, so cute even when angry, I really want to eat you."

You are the goblin!

"I'm too lazy to argue with you, go, I'm happy today, I'll take you to eat delicious food."

In the main account

As soon as he came in, Jun Zifeng smelled a fragrance, and immediately felt his appetite whetted, and saw the things on the table that he had never talked about before, Jun Zifeng looked at Zuo Anming and asked, "An'er, could this be you?" The hot pot you said to me?"

Zuo Anming nodded, "Yes, how is it? Does it smell good? Do you feel your appetite has increased?"

"It's really fragrant and very appetizing." Jun Zifeng replied truthfully.

"Hehe, that's right, Meifei and I spent a whole day preparing this, isn't it delicious?" Zuo Anming was a little apprehensive.

Jun Zifeng stepped forward and patted Zuo Anming on the back of the head lightly, "I thought you were talking about delicious food; a candied haws, hahaha.

"Fuck you, uncle!" Zuo Anming swears.

I thought to myself: Am I so tasteless?

Too lazy to pay attention to Jun Zifeng, Zuo Anming said to Mei who was guarding the door: "Mei, come in.

After Mei came in, Zuo Anming ordered him to call the generals in the barracks before giving up.

After a while, about a dozen people were separated from the military tent.

Jun Zifeng sat in the center, Zuo Anming stood behind him, and other people stood aside respectfully, but their eyes were attracted by something they had never seen on the table.

This is the first time they have seen this thing.

Before Jun Zifeng could speak, he heard Zuo Anming give an order: "Generals, don't be cautious, today there is no distinction between monarch and minister, we will not return tonight until we are drunk.

As soon as Zuo Anming's words fell, all the generals looked at each other and became more cautious.

Seeing this, the gentleman said, "Okay, just as An'er said, we have no distinction between monarchs and ministers tonight, and today we have defeated the Huns. This is also a 'celebration banquet' prepared by An'er for the generals."

With Jun Zifeng's permission, the generals took their seats, but they were still restless.

They have never seen this thing before, and they don't know how to do it. If the emperor asks them to use their chopsticks, they don't know where to start.

Xu Shi noticed the strangeness of everyone, so Zuo Anming said: "This kind of thing is very simple, just watch me do it."

Zuo Anming picked up a piece of mutton roll, put it in it and rinsed it for a while, took it out, put it in the bowl in front of him, dipped it in sauce, and finally ate it.

"Well, that's it. Since we are in a hurry, we will eat clear soup today. I will take you to eat spicy food in a few days. In winter, it is suitable for hot pot."

When everyone saw what Zuo Anming did, they moved one after another.

Jun Zifeng swallowed the mutton roll, looked at Zuo Anming and said, "The taste is really delicious, by the way, An'er, what is this sauce?"

Zuo Anming put down his chopsticks, licked the corner of his mouth, and then said: "This is the simple version of sesame paste I made. How about it? Is it delicious?"

Jun Zifeng responded with a smile: "It's very delicious."

Whether it was because they were hungry or it was the first time they ate this kind of food, the ingredients prepared by Zuo Anming and Mei were almost not enough.

After the meal, Mei called a few people to clean up, and the others also went back to rest.After today's time, many people who were originally dissatisfied with Zuo Anming have become much better.

Bed

Zuo Anming was lying on the bed, Jun Zifeng was still in front of the table studying tomorrow's duel, thinking that it was getting late, Zuo Anming sat up straight, and called out: "Jun Zifeng, it's time to come and rest. "

Turning his head to look at Zuo Anming, Junzifeng said: "Okay." When he got up, his sleeve got stuck on the corner of the table somehow, and when Junzifeng was flicking his sleeve, he accidentally saw the poem written by Zuo Anming.He read it out casually: "But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma Du Yinshan."

Hearing Jun Zifeng's voice, Zuo Anming was a little dazed, "What are you doing?

"An'er, this poem is very well written." Jun Zifeng can even imagine this kind of scene, and he has more confidence in repelling the Xiongnu in his heart.

"Why are there only two sentences? Did An'er finish it?

Facing the entanglement of Junzifeng, Zuo Anming said: "In the Qin Dynasty, the moon was bright and the Han Dynasty was at the pass. The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned, but let the dragon city flying generals stay, and don't teach Huma to go to the Yinshan Mountains."

Where is this poem written by Zuo Anming, he just stole it.This song "Out of the Frontier" is the work of Wang Changling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. He composed it when he went to the Western Regions in his early years.

At that time, the dynasty Wang Changling lived in was at the height of the Tang Dynasty. During this period, the Tang Dynasty won many foreign wars, and the self-confidence of the whole nation was particularly strong. Most of the works of frontier poets can reflect an impassioned and upward spirit. , and the strong self-confidence to defeat the enemy.

At the same time, with the frequent frontier wars, the people at that time were overwhelmed and longed for peace.

"Out of the Fortress" reflected the people's desire for peace at that time.

And now this song is used here, and it can better express their current situation in Nanning.

After entering the body, Jun Zifeng sat on the edge of the bed, put his arms around Zuo Anming, and kissed the corner of Zuo Anming's eyes, "Thank you

Zuo Anming took advantage of the situation and also hugged Jun Zifeng, snuggling into his arms, "Didn't it be agreed? You are welcome

"Okay, no thanks. I didn't expect An'er to have such talent. This is the first time I've seen her."

What kind of talent is this?He is just borrowing flowers to present Buddha.

But it still feels cool to pretend, anyway, he doesn't admit it, and Jun Zifeng doesn't know if he did it himself.

"Tch, you don't know too much, and you will know in the future.

"Really?" Jun Zifeng had a smirk on his face, and took advantage of the situation to press Zuo Anming under him.

Provoking Zuo Anming's chin, Jun Zifeng asked in a tight voice: "Does An'er know how to serve her husband?"

"Bah, you and I are not married, you are not my husband."

Jun Zifeng thought about it for the same reason, but he continued: "Well, when we go back, I'll go propose marriage to Prime Minister Zuo, what does An'er think?"

"How about it, did I promise you to marry you?" What Zuo Anming actually thought was: Dang Shou has already wronged me, and now you still want to marry me, it is really a dream, and I will marry you anyway.

Jun Zifeng lowered his head and bit Zuo Anming's earlobe: "Could it be that An'er wants to go back on his word?"

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