Jiang Nv is indescribable

Chapter 629
Concubine Qi Ying can leave early at the banquet to reward soldiers, but it is inappropriate for him, the coach, to leave early.

Xiao Yuandu watched the car drive away, turned around and returned to the school grounds, and had a drink with everyone.

Pan Shuo came over and said that he wanted to compete with him again.

Xiao Yuandu gladly accepted the challenge.

The soldiers booed around them.

Seeing the wine jars moved over one by one, Xiao Yuandu suddenly regretted it.

He had already drunk a lot just now, Auntie was still waiting for him, he was going back to the city no matter what...

It is impossible to admit defeat, how can there be any reason to be timid?
stop!If you don't believe it, you will lose to him.

Sure enough, at the end of the fight, Pan Shuo got the upper hand.

"No, no way..."

Xiao Yuandu wiped his mouth, and the wine jar fell to the ground.

Now that the winner has been decided, the surrounding soldiers naturally dispersed.

Panshuo looked at Xiao Yuandu who was in a good mood, shook his head, and asked with his tongue out, "Concubine Qiying, what is the relationship with you?"

Xiao Yuandu's expression froze, his pleasant posture disappeared, and he glanced around.

Fortunately, the soldiers have all gone away, and no one heard this.

Seeing his reaction, Pan Shuo patted the wine jar and laughed.

"I also have a woman on my mind. You can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me. But——"

He hiccupped and waved his hand at him: "You don't have to worry, I won't, tell others. I obey you and respect her, and I have nothing to do with you, your king."

From Panshuo's point of view, he is willing to surrender, not to the Dacheng court, but to Xiao Yuandu, who defeated him personally, and Jiang Fosang, who can make him feel sincerely convinced by a few words.

As for the Dacheng monarch, a person who Pu Ying didn't take seriously, how could he willingly submit to him.

Xiao Yuandu looked at him, his thoughts flashed.After judging that Panshuo would not pose a threat, his cold eyes returned to calm.

"King?" He snorted, with a playful smile on his lips.

Shi Yinqi is not his king.

Without saying anything, he picked up a jug of wine again, opened the mud seal, and touched Panshuo: "Drink."

Choushi, a black shadow entered the palace and bedroom, his footsteps were a little vain.

There was a dim light in the hall, and the shadow went around the screen and sat down on the side of the couch.

She hasn't moved for a long time, her eyes are only fixed on the person on the couch, her eyes are a little chaotic.

The person on the bed was breathing slowly, probably because he was tired these days and drank wine, so he slept soundly.

I asked Calamus, Jiangnu's insomnia is much better than before.

Xiao Yuandu wished that she could sleep so well every night, but she couldn't control herself.

Scratching her pink and flushed face with her fingers, she leaned over and sprayed her heavy breath with the smell of alcohol on her pretty face, but there was no response, which was enough to show that she was deeply asleep.

"It's okay to wait for me to come back, and I will go to bed first."

Whispering softly, kissed all over from forehead to lips.

Too much wine burns my heart, tainted with fragrance, I feel more and more heartburned, and I suddenly hugged the person in my arms.

The sleeping person leaned weakly on his shoulder.

"Auntie..." Xiao Yuandu hugged her tightly, patted her back slowly, like coaxing a child.

"Hmm." There was a vague, nasal voice.

Xiao Yuandu thought she was awake, so he turned his head to look.

The phoenix eyes were half-opened and half-closed, in a daze, and soon closed again, sticking to his neck.

Staring at the soft and affectionate eyebrows, he couldn't move his eyes away.

Slowly moved his palm down to hold her waist, whispered something next to her ear, raised his hand and waved down the curtain.

The night suddenly became viscous.

For a moment Jiang Fosang couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or waking up.

It was dark all around, and she was covered under a big mountain, unable to speak, unable to restrain herself.

His body seemed to be on fire, very hot.He raised his eyebrows and tried to move a bit.

The five fingers were clasped tightly, and they pressed hard on the soft pillow...
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Nanzhou, with its long summer and warm winter, has evergreen vegetation and blooming flowers all year round.

People in Nanzhou have a long-standing custom of planting, arranging and wearing flowers. Ordinary houses are filled with flowers in front of, behind, and in halls.

Love flowers so far, Flower God's Birthday came into being.

It's a bit like the Huachao Festival in Zhongzhou, but the Huachao Festival is usually held in February, but the flower god's birthdays in Nanzhou are not uniform. Some are in April and May, and some are held a few days before the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhongzhou has four distinct seasons, and there is a flower god every month.For example, the Orchid God in January, the Plum Blossom God in February, the Peach Blossom God in March...

There is no such statement in Nanzhou.Because there are too many kinds of flowers, they compete for splendor and beauty, and some even do not wither all the year round. It is really hard to tell the winner.

Flower God's birthday can't help but night.

During the day, crowds of people go to the Flower Temple to worship and pray for the blessings of the gods of flowers. After the worship, they go out to the countryside with their relatives and friends to enjoy flowers and give flowers to each other.

It is even more lively at night. There is a special flower market in the city, just in front of the government office, and most of the excitement is concentrated there.

Since Jiang Fosang came to Dongning and also caught up with the Flower God's birthday, he naturally wanted to join in the fun.

It was inconvenient to go out during the day, so I quietly left the palace after nightfall.

The wind and waves rolled by in the summer night still carried a trace of heat, and as I saw along the way, everyone was wearing very thin clothes.

In addition to the registered household Qimin, Dongning's various tribes are more mixed than other states, so it is not surprising to see men with ear piercings and silver rings. They are often barefoot and carry knives.

Women's flowered shirts are heavy skirts with embroidered lace edges and a flower embroidered pouch around the waist; or short dresses with black trains, the heels of which are painted with white powder as floral water ripples, which are pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Fosang glanced at the people around her, and she and Xiao Yuandu also changed their costumes.

Zhongzhou people believe that the body, hair and skin are given by their parents, and they dare not damage them easily.Nanzhou people don't pay much attention to these things. Not only do they cut their hair, but they often change it, probably because of the hot climate and frequent swimming.

In addition to breaking hair, there is also the custom of tattooing.Embroidered snakes use elephant dragons to avoid water monsters. If they are totems of tribes and families, the patterns are more diverse, and there are many brilliant ones.

It is heard that women of certain tribes even specialize in embroidered face decorations, similar to those in Zhongzhou and Jili.When the girl was young, she used a needle pen to paint the Nirvana Nirvana face, in the shape of a very fine flower and moth, more or less, with excellent workmanship... The tattoo face, which was regarded as torture in Zhongzhou, has become a gift for adulthood here. It's ridiculous.

Xiao Yuandu accepted all these well, as can be seen from his hair getting shorter and shorter.

He even planned to get a tattoo. He didn't embroider dragon turtles or draw totems, so he tattooed the word "A Nai" on his chest.

He was stopped by Jiang Fosang life and death.

She didn't have any objection to him tossing his hair, but it really didn't make sense to toss his body.

"Who cares about tattoos on the skin?"

When Xiao Yuandu thought about it, it made sense, so he didn't insist anymore.

Tonight, he wears a narrow-sleeved short jacket and a sash belt. Jiang Fosang put down his bun and braided some braids, and then tied a tie made of brown silk strands on his forehead—at first glance, he looks like a local man No difference.

Nanzhou women all prefer high buns and short skirts, and girls who are not rich and powerful do not wear socks.

Jiang Fosang is wearing a short jacket with small sleeves, the hem is wrapped in the waist of the skirt, the skirt is made of hundreds of thin folds, and the skirt is above the ankle.Wearing only clogs, no socks, her slender ankles and Ruyu's feet are exposed, which will not cause any surprise or criticism.

In addition, she has a palace servant who is good at disguise, and it is thanks to his skill that the wound on her face can be faked.

After going through his hands again tonight, Jiang Fosang and Xiao Yuandu almost changed their faces.

But to be on the safe side, she still brought a scarf.

　One chapter, don't wait.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)