To Wang Po's surprise, Ximen Qing showed no interest at all in the braised lamb or the pot of wine on the table.
Ever since time travel, I have become tired of eating mutton, okay? I miss the smell of pork very much! I would like to bring over a few bottles.
Pan Jinlian's heart was beating non-stop. She sat sideways, secretly looking at Ximen Qing, and had no intention of eating.
The man opposite touched her breasts and hugged her body. Although it was all unintentional, the feeling still lingered. Pan Jinlian herself pinched little Ximen Qing accidentally!
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, Ximen Qing stretched out his hand generously: "Hello Jin Lian, my name is Ximen Qing."
Since he was about to have a love that spanned the ages, he had to start all over again. Moreover, Ximen Qing hoped that Pan Jinlian would know his true face, not the rich man from Qinghe County who lived and drank.
As for Pan Jinlian's reaction, Ximen Qing could accept it calmly.
When did the handshake ceremony appear? Whether it suits this era or not, Ximen Qing doesn't know and doesn't care.
Faced with Ximen Qing's weird way of greeting, Pan Jinlian was a little uncomfortable, but she still learned to stretch out her hand, and her five beautiful fingers were pressed together stiffly: "Master... Hello, Nujia
My name is Pan Jinlian."
Ximen Qing smiled and stretched his hand forward a little more, holding Pan Jinlian's soft but slightly nervous little hand. Pan Jinlian immediately understood this etiquette, and her little hand was no longer stiff, and took advantage of the situation to slightly hold Ximen Qing's big hand.
This era is better. If this scene happened in an era where ethics were overwhelming, I'm afraid Pan Jinlian would have to stamp this hand alive when she went back to satisfy those defenders.
Pan Jinlian felt the warmth from Ximen Qing's palm and smiled slightly.
The etiquette of high officials is really interesting.
Of course, Pan Jinlian didn't know that this kind of handshake could only be let go at this time, but Ximen Qing shamelessly just kept holding it, and moved his stool over so that he and Pan Jinlian were sitting side by side.
Then from shaking hands, it turned directly into touching hands.
Pan Jinlian was still sitting sideways, but this time, she was facing Ximen Qing.
Ximen Qing generously hugged Pan Jinlian's soft body, smelled the faint fragrance on Pan Jinlian's head, and began to talk in Pan Jinlian's ear.
Ximen Qing is best at talking about life, talking about ideals, and making jokes.
When she was first hugged by Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian's body was still a little stiff. She listened to Ximen Qing's words in a panic, but in fact, she couldn't hear even half of the three sentences. But slowly, Pan Jinlian's body began to
After relaxing, I can listen to what Ximen Qing said calmly and interact with each other from time to time.
Ximen Qing's history is not good, but there are still a lot of jokes and brain teasers. This kind of thing is very effective in making girls happy.
Listening to Ximen Qing slowly telling jokes that she had never heard before and all kinds of stupid brain teasers, Pan Jinlian already had a smile on her face.
Why does this high-ranking official from Ximen have so many little stories to tell?
Listening to the laughter of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian coming from the back room, Grandma Wang was very satisfied at first. Ximen Qing was also a veteran and was about to enter Hong Kong so soon.
But next, all Wang Po heard was laughter, and most of it was Pan Jinlian’s laughter. There was none of the gasping or the creaking sound of the bed board that Wang Po wanted to hear.
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Mrs. Wang even began to wonder if she had put the wrong medicine in the jug, which made Pan Jinlian drink it and laugh non-stop.
At this time, Ximen Qing happened to tell the climax of a joke: "The bear was furious, pointed at the hunter's nose and cursed: Are you here to hunt, or are you here to sell yourself?"
This kind of shameless joke made Pan Jinlian laugh non-stop: "Selling oneself... haha... selling oneself."
These words made Mrs. Wang who was eavesdropping at the door confused. She didn't know what was going on in the room. She wanted to peek through the crack in the door, but the door of the room was closed tightly by herself just now and was covered with a cloth.
It's tied tightly and there's no seam at all.
Fortunately, although Wang Po's door is made of wood, the wooden lattice above is made of paper, so Wang Po soaked it with some saliva, slowly dug a hole, and looked into the house with one eye.
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Ximen Qingzheng hugged Pan Jinlian and touched her hand. It was great! But why did Pan Jinlian keep laughing? But the food and wine on the table were not moved at all, which surprised Mrs. Wang.
Seeing that the development of things was not according to her plan, Mrs. Wang simply coughed very shamelessly outside the house: "It's so short, you official!"
Ximen Qing could hear the anxiety in the old woman's words and couldn't help but smile. He knew that the old lady wanted to rush in and drive him and Pan Jinlian directly to bed, so he said this.
After hearing these words, Pan Jinlian's face turned red immediately. She broke away from Ximen Qing's arms and sat down on her own: "Godmother, what are you talking about?"
"As we get older, there are always times when we talk nonsense." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "At times like this, just pretend you didn't hear me. It's all for our own good, but I'm a little too impatient."
Pan Jinlian nodded silently, a trace of sadness flashed between her brows. Although it was only for a moment, Ximen Qing, who had been watching, noticed it.
"Liu Niang, are you worried about something?" Ximen Qing asked tentatively. Liu Niang was Pan Jinlian's nickname. After just talking for a while, the two of them became familiar with each other.
Pan Jinlian rolled up the sleeve of her right hand silently, revealing a round, white and tender arm. Ximen Qing looked at the white lotus-like arm with a few black spots on it, and asked with some distress: "What's going on...
thing?"
"Da Lang refused to take the medicine, saying that the slave's medicine was all poison for him, and he forced the slave's family to throw it away every time." Pan Jinlian said with tears in her eyes: "This black green color was pinched by Da Lang...
"
"What!" Ximen Qing couldn't sit still anymore: "This Wuhan University, I rescued him with good intentions, but I didn't expect him to be so miserable!"
In Ximen Qing's heart, only the most useless men would vent their anger on their wives.
"Why don't you resist?" As soon as Ximen Qing finished speaking, he realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Pan Jinlian lowered her head deeply. There was no way to answer this question.
How can you let Pan Jinlian resist? She was bought by Zhang Dahu in Yanggu County as a maid since she was a child. She has been living a life of humiliation. Even if she is bullied, there is nothing to say. Just because of her beauty, Zhang
Dahu's wife was jealous. Although it was Zhang Dahu who had bad intentions, Zhang Dahu's wife still found an opportunity to kick Pan Jinlian out of the house. She even offered money to marry Wu Dalang, a man with three inches of Dinggu tree bark.
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It’s not that Pan Jinlian doesn’t want to resist, it’s that she really can’t resist!
Needless to say, since marrying into the Wu family, Zhang Dahu has lived in many shabby households, swinging his arms at the door every day and shouting: "What a piece of mutton, but it fell into the dog's mouth!"
Ximen Qing originally thought that Wu Dalang was kind-hearted, but from the looks of things, Wu Dalang was also a coward who got angry outside and went home to beat his wife!
Seeing Pan Jinlian lowering her head and saying nothing, Ximen Qing sighed: "Liu Niang, in that case, I will teach you some ways to protect yourself. At least, don't let Wu Da bully you."
"What's the solution?" Pan Jinlian raised her head, her eyes full of hope. After just talking for a while, Pan Jinlian had deeply felt that in front of Ximen Qing, no matter how rare the problem, she could find a solution.
Before Ximen Qing traveled through time, he occasionally came across some posts about women's self-defense techniques, and also watched two related TV programs. Although he watched them for fun before, he never thought that one day, he would
Teach this self-defense technique to others in a serious manner.
Fortunately, several of the moves in women's self-defense are quite simple, and there is no difficulty in learning them. Ximen Qing now thought about it in his mind and directly picked out a few of the simplest moves.
Ximen Qing firmly believes that as long as the posture is done correctly, the desired effect can be achieved.
"Come, lie down on the bed first."
"Ah?" Pan Jinlian was dumbfounded. Where had the serious official from Ximen gone?
Seeing that Pan Jinlian misunderstood what she meant, Ximen Qing smiled awkwardly: "This needs to be practiced for the effect to be good."
Pan Jinlian blushed and sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down slowly with confusion.
"That's right!" Wang Po just reminded her and left. Now she couldn't help but come back to take a look and found that Pan Jinlian had already laid down on the bed. This comforted her and nodded with satisfaction.
Wang Po continued to go back to the front to show off the two of them.
"It's like I'm a bad guy now and I want to bully you." Ximen Qing said as he walked to the bed, supported the head of the bed with both hands, and slowly lowered his body: "What do you think should be done to guard against me?"
"Ah? This... the slave family doesn't know." Pan Jinlian didn't know whether it was because of Ximen Qing's shameful appearance that aroused her feelings, or because she was confused by this weird teaching method, her body was stiff and she didn't dare to move.
"Think carefully." Ximen Qing encouraged.
Pan Jinlian looked at the face that was getting closer, thought seriously, raised her hand and patted Ximen Qing's face gently.
"Slap him hard?"
This time it was said that it was a pat, but it was better to say that Pan Jinlian reached out and touched Ximen Qing's face.
"No, keep thinking." Ximen Qing was almost lying on Pan Jinlian's body, and their breaths were intertwined.
"I can't think of anything." Pan Jinlian blushed and looked at Ximen Qing who was about to kiss her, and simply gave up.
"You have to do this." Ximen Qing raised his hand and picked up one of Pan Jinlian's legs. When he was about to bend the leg to press against his abdomen, he found that due to Pan Jinlian's excessive tension, the thigh muscles were tight and could not be stretched at all.