[Yangmen] I've been chasing girls all these years

The eyes of everyone in the room were focused on Mu Yi, seeing Mu Yi's body covered with cold sweat.

This is... what to say about him?

Mu Yi pulled the robe that Fang Qi hadn't taken off, and said cautiously, "What are you talking about?"

Only then did Fang Qi suddenly realize, and explained to the brothers, "My brother is Han, and if he doesn't understand our Khitan dialect, I'm afraid he won't be able to say hello properly."

"That's all," said a brother who happened to bring new wine, "Han, what are you doing here with our guards?"

"Yes, he is a Han Chinese!"

"With the blood of the Han people, it is already lucky to be able to stay in Shangjing. How can they have the face to work as a guard?"

"What is Commander Xiao thinking?"

All the strong men looked like they were jumping up against the table, and looked at Mu Yi in a daze.

This is...not welcome?

Still want to fight?

He stole a glance at Fang Qi, wondering if Fang Qi would help him when the group was fighting?

Really sad.If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let that Xiao Zhong go.

At least he is here, and no one will shake his fist at him.

"Brothers, you don't know that he is the husband-in-law chosen by the princess, an unidentified Han." Fang Qi was a little flustered when he saw this situation, and it wasn't like this when he knew Mu Yi.

"The princess chose?" All the strong men suddenly fell silent, only daring to mutter to themselves.

Yelu Jin'e's reputation is indeed true, it has spread here, scaring a group of men who are not afraid of killing people everywhere.

Taking advantage of this moment, Fang Qi quickly pushed Tui Muyi to let him introduce herself.

Looking at the indescribable expressions on the faces of the men at the table, Mu Yi didn't dare to say the long speech he had been pondering for a long time, and only said a few words about who he is, what he does, where he came from, and then cautiously stopped talking.

Although I don't know which sage said it, but it is definitely not wrong to say too much.

Both parties looked trembling, especially eye-catching in the crowded tent.On the other side, Ren Ping had just changed into an undershirt, but the buttons hadn't been buttoned all the way, so he opened the curtain and walked in.

Seeing this rare and embarrassing scene at the table, he, the leader, naturally had to rush over to smooth things over.

"Hahaha, brothers, eat and drink!" He didn't even bother to fasten his buttons, and strode over, and the two brothers patted Mu Yi's shoulders nicely, "The new brother is here, why don't you?" How about a good welcome?"

This palm is not small.Mu Yipai was in a daze for a moment, then stood still and smiled at the whole table.I was still crying silently in my heart.He should have known that Fang Qi's two strokes were not at the level that a Khitan should have...

He thought back to the muscle mass that he wanted to replace with his mouth watering just now, and now he only wanted to turn them into beef and cut them off for drinking.

Why... it hurts so much when someone slaps it!

Is that still human? !

Unfortunately, at this time, Ren Ping, who was slandered by him until he had only a few ribs left, stood beside him, poured him a glass of wine with great insight, and uttered his blunt Mandarin, one word One sentence expresses his friendship.

"Come on! Muyi! Drink!"

After all, he was the first to bear the brunt and drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp without blinking his eyes.

Just as Ren Ping put down his wine glass, the people at the table felt as if they had been instilled with a big bucket of chicken soup. They immediately became full of pride, stomped their feet, roared, and raised their heads.Mu Yi watched helplessly as several large jars of wine disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Muyi, drink!"

He became ruthless, and followed their example, stomping his feet, roaring, raising his head, and poured out all the wine in his hand.

"Okay!" Ren Ping roared in admiration, and Mu Yi was so scared that he almost threw the bowl out.

And the rest of the people all adhered to the principle that the boss does what I do, and said "Okay!" in unison, which shocked Mu Yi into a human puppet.

"Come, come, eat meat, eat meat!"

The leaders were the first to speak, and even made a toast in person. No matter how dissatisfied the people at this table were with Mu Yi, they couldn't speak loudly.

They are like brothers who have been playing together since birth. They even remember each other's appearance in open crotch pants. They play big and small jokes with each other tacitly.

Relying on Fang Qi, the humanoid translator, Mu Yi was confused, but fortunately, there was no chance for him to embarrass him again.

But after drinking and eating, it is what people do every day-sleep.

The imperial guards in the city have a rule, no matter how old they are, or how rich they are, they must abide by it.Because he was guarding the city, it happened that this guard was a well-known fat man in Shangjing.While eating official meals with official money, while expanding contacts, laying a solid foundation for their own official career and wealth. For these two benefits, there is an endless stream of people desperately trying to squeeze into the city's imperial guards .

Therefore, in order to facilitate management, it is also afraid that the big officials will overwhelm the small ones, and those with more money will control those with less money. I ate and lived with everyone.No matter how luxurious and extravagant your home is, you eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and you live in a house of gold and silver tiles, as long as you are still guarding the city for a day, you must obey this rule.

It is precisely because of this that Mu Yi is worried about sleeping.

Sleeping in a bed with a bunch of big men?

Mu Yi didn't even dare to think about it.

Even though he just cleaned his body from beginning to end yesterday, as clean as if he had just been born from the womb, he was still inexplicably shy.

What's the matter, there is also a charming girl living in his heart, okay?

How can you sleep in the same bed with a bunch of men?

Even... He looked at these crooked drunks and swallowed his saliva, even if their bodies were comparable to bodybuilding stars, he would be ashamed!

But... this figure is really good...

He looked over one by one, and he almost poked the firm flesh with his hand...

Mu Yi was almost dizzy with joy.If it was placed in the 21st century, if he could model so many beautiful men and draw cartoons for him every day, he would have been very popular long ago, okay?It's not like those men, it doesn't matter if they are fat, and they need his off-site guidance to accomplish great things.

No prospects.

He pouted, bringing himself back to reality.

I wonder if I can still ask Xiao Zhong for a separate room?

He thought tremblingly, don't provoke him, let's settle the old and new scores together?

When he mentioned the old account, he just woke up like a dream, and pinched his thigh fiercely.

Wood easy!

Brave yourself up!

Where are you now?What are you doing?

You are now a man!He is still an upright and upright man!Still a man you've always admired!How can you embarrass yourself?

He hurriedly patted himself awake, getting ready to face the man's challenge at any time.

... As expected, he really slept with a bunch of men in the same bunk.

Fortunately, there is Fang Qi by his side, otherwise Mu Yi would really cry.

The feeling from the first time was still there, or maybe it was the first time drinking the wine inexplicably had a refreshing effect, and he still couldn't fall asleep until the fourth watch.

Looking at the dark roof, listening to the sound of snoring and heavy breathing around him, it seemed like a thousand beasts were around him, and his proud flesh was in front of these tall and strong men. It's worthless, it's just a weak chicken.

Mu Yi was a little sad.

After finally mixing up the environment and changing his identity, he turned out to be at the bottom of the society.Even though he got on top of the management, he couldn't avoid the fate of self-pity.

He thought about when he was a little-known tabloid cartoonist who was shouted and beaten when he crossed the street, and he dreamed of trying to see what it was like for the men he wrote to do that.And when he really became the person in his dream, he began to feel ashamed of himself again, disliking himself for being too small, not having enough quality, disliking this and that, anyway full of complaints.Even he himself felt weak.

I really don't know when I will finally get what I want.

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