"Thank you, Wu Anjun." Zhen Xiaoniang smiled.

This woman is quiet and elegant, without some so-called dusty aura, which is rare.

When she met such a person in this place, Yang Gan suddenly seemed to recall the scene of her meeting with Xiao Yu.

Suddenly, a head came over and smiled, "How is it, my friend is good, chatting with her is a pleasure."

Yang Gan raised his lips and smiled, "Yes, he's a very interesting person."

"My friend is so beautiful, I originally wanted to praise her, and you also know that my liberal arts is not very good."

Zhang Yumeng smiled awkwardly. She told her good friend that she asked Yang Gan to come back and write a poem for her to praise her beauty.

Yang Gan Leran, this guy must have wanted to gain his face, but the ink in his belly is really limited.

"Zhen Xiaoniang, can you dance?"

Zhen Xiaoniang nodded, gently lifted her long hair in her temples and said playfully, "Yes, I can dance swords."

Yang Gan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Ran Jing, prepare a bronze sword and let her try it."

"promise."

Not long after, Ran Jing found a bronze sword and handed it to Zhen Xiaoniang, while he stood on one side with both environmentally friendly hands and stared at her tightly.

I didn't know that Ran Jing was interested in Zhen Xiaoniang, and only familiar people knew that this was an expression he was about to take action.

As long as Zhen Xiaoniang has any evil intentions towards the Lord, Ran Jing will definitely let her fall to the ground in an instant.

Zhen Xiaoniang weighed the bronze sword in her hand and her eyes shrank. This was not a bronze sword for dancing swords, but a battlefield-specific one. No wonder she was so pressing her hands, and it was very important.

She lightly tapped her toes, and the bronze sword was swinging her, and she pulled out sword flowers.

The sword danced faster and faster, like a silver dragon flying up and down around her, coiling left and right.

The sword dances as quiet as a tiger, as moving as a flying dragon, as slow as a cloud, as fast as lightning, as steady and free.

Yang Gan changed into a comfortable position and lay down. He looked at the sword and danced well. The wind blew his long hair and drifted away when the sword passed.

She held the sword in her hand, restrained her smile, and lit the shelf. Her eyes flashed like meteors, and her eyes suddenly turned with her gestures.

The straight bronze sword stabbed towards Yang Gan quickly, and its speed was as fast as lightning, but it stopped abruptly a few inches in front of Yang Gan.

In an instant, she pulled a sword flower and put away the bronze sword.

Ran Jing's eyes couldn't help but emit a hint of anger. If the Lord hadn't gestured to him, the woman would have already landed on the ground when she pointed the tip of the sword at the Lord.

"interesting."

Yang Gan raised his lips and smiled.

Zhen Xiaoniang wiped the sweat from her face and smiled and said, "I aimed at Wu'anjun with the moves in the sword dancing, but you are not afraid of being a famous person in the world."

Yang Gan smiled and said, "You are very interesting, good. Observing your behavior, you don't look like a martial arts practitioner. There are quite a lot of people who can dance swords. They have good physical strength, but they have no foundation and no murderous aura."

"If you just wanted to kill me, with my speed and strength, you can't hurt me at all."

Zhang Yumeng was so scared that she quickly lowered her head and asked, "Yang is okay for you."

Yang Gan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you go get paper, pen, ink and ink."

"oh."

Zhang Yumeng walked outside. When she passed by Zhen Xiaoniang, she suddenly hit her with her small fist.

"You are my best friend, so you can't hurt Yang Gan, otherwise I won't let you go."

After saying that, he even bared his teeth at her.

Zhen Xiaoniang smiled and said, "Don't worry, I respect him very much."

Zhang Yumeng nodded and brought the things back soon.

Yang Gan carried a pen and wrote lines of words like golden swords and iron horses on white paper, which was actually penetrated through the back of the paper.

【Grace like a stunning geese, graceful as a dragon】

【Royal chrysanthemums, lush spring pine】

[It seems like the light clouds covering the moon, and the floating wind returning to the snow]

Zhen Xiaoniang held the white paper tightly in her hand, and her quiet expression showed a surprised expression for the first time.

"Your Majesty, you are so literary!"

At this time, Zhen Xiaoniang's heart, which had been frozen for a long time, seemed to melt.

Can anyone really write such gorgeous rhetoric, and such gorgeous rhetoric is really from the hands of a martial artist?

"Zhen Xiaoniang is so beautiful that she is insignificant. You said Zhang Yumeng felt lonely inside, but you are not the same. There is a hint of longing in her quiet and elegant eyes."

Zhen Xiaoniang was as if she was struck by lightning, and she was naked in front of Wu Anjun. Her closed heart gate was seen through.

This person who has seen him for the first time actually saw his heart directly.

Zhen Xiaoniang's eyes were a little red, she tried hard to suppress the inner turmoil and bowed to her for salute.

In a short while, the dishes were brought up, and the place was almost copied from the club in my previous life.

There are all things to eat, drink, and have fun. If you like it, you can also play cards and play mahjong in private rooms.

Just while eating, a woman in luxurious clothes rushed in and was whining.

Not long after, the door opened, and the moment he saw Ran Jing, Zhou Zhiyu's eyes turned red.

"Woooooo" ran towards Ran Jing and hugged him tightly.

Ran Jing was stunned for a moment, hugged Zhou Zhiyu tightly, and smiled and said, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you miss you? I haven't seen you for more than a month. Every time you go to war, I'm so worried."

Ran Jing smiled and said, "It's okay, this is fine. If the Lord hadn't been pulled by Zhang Xiaoniang, I would have been back long ago."

Zhang Yumeng was eating, and immediately displeased and said, "Yoyo, Ran Jing, what do you mean? I won't let you reunite with Zhou Xiaoniang."

Suddenly she turned her eyes and smiled, "Let's do this, I'll live here today. How about I help you two open a good room?"

Zhou Zhiyu's face turned red and she smiled and said, "You are the worst."

After saying that, he smiled at Ran Jing and said, "We talk well today and want to chat all night."

"Okay, we will do nothing when we go back to the room today." Ran Jing smiled, but there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes.

Zhang Yumeng suddenly realized that she was full, Nima, and she was stuffed with a big mouthful of dog food just now. This wave of food was not a loss.

Yang Gan asked, "Do you want me to live here today?"

Zhang Yumeng took a photo of Yang Gan and smiled and said, "Nonsense, there is a corner on the third floor that has four floors, and the area is quite large."

"I asked the carpenter to make a big bed and a wooden barrel there, so you can play whatever you want."

"Can you play with it?" Yang Gan was speechless for a moment and blurted out directly.

Zhang Yumeng was stunned and looked down at the moment, "Can you do it?"

Yang Gan stretched out a fist and suddenly stretched out a middle finger in Zhang Yumeng's confusion.

"With this, the effect will be the same."

"Puff~~~!"

Zhang Yumeng sprayed out a sip of wine and said, "Warning has ruined your head, such an old driver?"

After saying that, Zhang Yumeng twisted, "I, I haven't tried it, you should be gentle."

"Fuck~~~ I'm kidding you, but I always think you are a little strange."

Yang Gan touched his chin and kept thinking, and Zhang Yumeng immediately interrupted his thoughts.

"Don't worry, you can play whatever you want here these days. And I pay taxes on this store, which is taxed according to percentages. I am here, so I can play at night."

After saying that, Zhang Yumeng patted her bloated chest, looking very generous.

Yang Gan grabbed his head, a little confused. This guy seemed a little attentive.

If you have nothing to do, you are either traitor or thief.

Gradually, his eyes became suspicious. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what he was selling in Zhang Yumeng's gourd.

Anyway, the inspection is not bad for the past few days, so enjoy your life first.

Although she was pushed away, Yang Gan also has his own ambitions.

If the entire Central Plains can be condensed into a rope and create a country that is more prosperous than the Tang Dynasty.

Then you can really stay in the same place and settle in a corner.

But it’s not easy to talk about. It’s a bit tingling when you fast-forward the entire civilization process by a thousand years, but it’s quite exciting.

After eating and drinking, Yang Gan stretched out and asked Zhang Yumeng, "Are the medicine bath ready?"

Zhang Yumeng said angrily, "I've prepared it for you long ago. By the way, that thing smells quite bad. You soak it every day, won't it feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Gan shook his head, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I'm very sleepy recently and I have to sleep for more than ten hours a day. Ge Xiuming said that the bones are developing."
To be continued...