Flirting should be started from an early age

The eastern sky turned pale, and the light of dawn covered the darkness of night.

Zhou Minglang woke up from Jiang Jinxiao's arms.He was afraid that bugs would crawl into his clothes again last night, so he insisted on sleeping against Jiang Jinxiao's body.Woke up and thought about it, the old man blushed.

Jiang Jinxiao was sleeping behind him, and the breath from his mouth hit the back of Zhou Minglang's neck, itching.Jiang Jinxiao's hand was still tightly around Zhou Minglang's waist, because Zhou Minglang was still wearing the loose clothes that Jiang Jinxiao put on him last night, so he could still feel the tension brought by Jiang Jinxiao's hands. rough touch.

It was a thick cocoon honed from holding a sword for many years.

Zhou Minglang suddenly thought of a funny question, if you slept between a gay and a beautiful woman, who would you turn your back on?

Many people would answer that they must be gay, but after thinking about it carefully, they found that there was something wrong?

Zhou Minglang is gay, and now he is turning his back to Jiang Jinxiao.Although he didn't know if Jiang Jinxiao was gay, he still got up in a little panic.

If he went to sleep again, he would have to wake up in the morning.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Jinxiao asked knowingly, he had already woken up before Zhou Minglang woke up.The touch of his delicate skin still remained in his hand.His self-control was almost defeated in front of Zhou Minglang.

"Well, I'm up." Zhou Minglang said unnaturally, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Zhou Minglang made sure that there was nothing else in the clothes before he put them on with confidence.

The group ate dry food, packed up their things, and continued on their way.

Zhou Minglang and Jiang Jinxiao still rode the same horse together.This made Jiang Jinxiao enjoy and feel pain at the same time.Zhou Minglang was also restless all the way.

The imperial city is not too far from Nanyang, and the group of people approached after about three days of driving.

At the beginning, there were only a few refugees, and the closer they got, the more they became.All are ragged and disheveled people.The floods destroyed their homes, their loved ones, and their smiles.To them the Flood was the demon of hell, taking all that it took away.

The group of people came directly to the refugee camp without resting. This is a simple shelter made of a few rags and a few branches.The flood was so fierce that the mud beside the river dam was washed down, and their homes were full of mud.

Zhou Minglang got off the horse, his butt was numb from the pain, and now he is unconscious.But compared with all this in front of you, what is it?

Zhou Minglang suddenly realized how comfortable and comfortable he was living.In his previous life, there were floods in some parts of his country, and he had nothing to do with himself, so he hung high.Even if something big happens, his dad will take care of it.

He really is a young master who knows nothing but enjoyment!

As for Wang Zhong, who was in the refugee camp, he had known that the imperial court would send someone here, and he had been waiting for Jiang Jinxiao for a long time.Wang Zhong is a middle-aged and elderly man who is nearly fifty years old. At this time, he is also dressed in rags, and he is comforting the suffering people.

Hearing the subordinate's report, he ran over pretending to be panicked and saluted Jiang Jinxiao: "I don't know if the adults are coming, but the little ones are too far away to welcome you."

Wang Zhong looked at Jiang Jinxiao, and felt that this person was not easy to provoke, and then he was attracted by Zhou Minglang next to him, what a beautiful man!More beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.

Zhou Minglang didn't like Wang Zhong's eyes very much, and his intuition told him that this Wang Zhong didn't look like a good thing.

Jiang Jinxiao pulled Zhou Minglang behind her, blocking Wang Zhong's sight.

"It is really an honor for our country that Mr. Wang is so sympathetic to the people."

"Don't dare, this is what a lower official should do." Wang Zhong was in a cold sweat, and Jiang Jinxiao was as cold and severe as the rumors said.

"How is the situation of the people?" Jiang Jinxiao walked into the refugee camp to check.

Wang Zhong followed him to the right, "The surviving more than 4000 people have almost stabilized. It's just that the food, clothing, housing and transportation have not been solved, and the remaining food is almost gone." worry.

If everyone hadn't known who Wang Zhong was, they would have been deceived.

Out of the tens of thousands of common people, there are now only a few thousand left.Did the person who embezzled money ever think about the consequences?

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinxiao looked at Wang Zhong with cold killing intent.If it wasn't useful for keeping it, it would have been chopped off a long time ago.

Wang Zhong thought he said something wrong that offended the lord, so he was even more cautious when speaking afterwards.

The common people were full of curiosity when they saw the stranger's arrival, mixed with many hopeful eyes.This man was dressed unusually, not as shabby as they were.Mr. Wang followed behind him again, so he must be the savior sent by the imperial court, and now their sustenance is all on the imperial court.

Living up to everyone's expectations, Jiang Jinxiao promised everyone in a firm tone: "Don't worry, everyone, the food and silver sent by the imperial court are already on the way. You will have food in a few days."

The purpose of the people now is to survive, and to survive is to have food to eat.What Jiang Jinxiao said undoubtedly did not give them a reassurance.

"Thank you, my lord!" The common people knelt and kowtowed to him, weeping bitterly.

Jiang Jinxiao helped up the nearest old man, not at all displeased with how messy he was.

"Everyone, get up! You don't need to thank me, it's the imperial court that hasn't given up on you."

Zhou Minglang looked at Jiang Jinxiao who was determined and serious, and suddenly felt that he didn't hate him that much anymore.

After finally getting out among the enthusiastic people, the group was taken to his humble residence by Wang Zhong.It's good enough to describe it as crude, but it's actually just a dilapidated house that can barely cover the rain.

After the flood, Wang Zhong first sent people to dig up the mud around his mansion.All his belongings were hidden in the secret room under the house. When he saw that all his belongings had not been washed away by the flood, he felt at ease.

Wang Zhong put a lot of effort into pretending to be an upright official and pretending to be poor and white.The walls of the house are bare, and there are a few broken quilts in several rooms.Evening food is also very shabby.

A few dry steamed buns and a bowl of porridge with little water in the clear soup.

"Because of the flood, I can't get decent food. There are only these simple meals. I have wronged you adults during this time." Wang Zhong said with a guilty face.

Liu Ziran couldn't help admiring that Wang Zhong's performance was too similar, and he was too well prepared. Last time when he was watching him, his house was not so empty, and what he ate at night was not such rough food.

Zhou Minglang took a few mouthfuls of a shriveled steamed bun.It was worse than the biscuits he ate on the road, but as long as he thought that the people outside didn't even have anything to eat, he didn't find it so difficult to swallow.

"Don't force yourself." Jiang Jinxiao watched him swallow hard and said.He knew that Zhou Minglang used to eat delicacies, so it was really difficult for him to eat this.

"What kind of environment you have to suffer, it's okay." After Zhou Minglang said this seriously, even he himself was surprised.Such profound words came from his mouth?Is he still the same Zhou Minglang who fucked every day?

Jiang Jinxiao was amused by his serious face, if he knew that Wang Zhong ate big fish and meat before they came, would he beat Wang Zhong angrily.

Zhou Minglang grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into Jiang Jinxiao's mouth, pretending to be angry and saying, "Why are you laughing, I'll eat yours."

Wang Zhong took the interaction between the two into his eyes, and knew that the relationship between the two was very close.But he also wanted to taste such a wonderful man, even for one night.It's just that he has a lustful heart but no guts, and he doesn't dare to make up his mind about Jiang Jinxiao's people.

Zhou Minglang shrinks towards Jiang Jinxiao with a steamed bun in his mouth, why does he always feel that this old man looks at him with winking eyes.Compared with him, Jiang Jinxiao, who is occasionally perverted, is much better and trustworthy.

Jiang Jinxiao also saw that Wang Zhong had dirty thoughts about Zhou Minglang, his eyes were too naked.With a cold look, Wang Zhong was so frightened that he knocked over the bowl of rice on the table and broke out in a cold sweat.He was actually fascinated by looking at the adults, and now he only hoped that the adults would not be angry.

How could Jiang Jinxiao not be angry, if he could, he would goug his eyes right now.

"Lord Wang, are you alright!" Liu Zihan asked with a playful look of concern.This Wang Zhong is really daring, and the master's people dare to covet him.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Zhong smiled stiffly, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.And his smile fell in the eyes of everyone as if he was smiling on the surface.

Zhou Minglang quickly finished his meal and went out. He didn't want to stay under Wang Zhong's staring eyes.

Jiang Jinxiao and Wang Zhong played a few words of Tai Chi, signaled his subordinates to be optimistic about Wang Zhong, and went out to find Zhou Minglang.

At night, the starry sky is bleak, the moon hangs miserably, and Nanyang City, which has been swept by the flood, is mixed with a strong smell of decay.The dilapidated buildings were buried in the soil, revealing the tops of several broken beams.

Zhou Minglang was sitting on a pile of rotten wood. Maybe the people who lived here were relatively wealthy, and the house was not completely buried by the soil even though it collapsed.This location is relatively high, and you can see the refugee camp with lights not far away.

Sensing that someone was coming, Zhou Minglang turned his head to take a look, seeing that it was Jiang Jinxiao, he turned back again.

"You're depressed." Jiang Jinxiao said with certainty.

"Really?" Zhou Minglang asked back with a smile, and then said coldly, "Maybe we are still stepping on the bones of ordinary people."

"I've grown up so much, I've never experienced hardships. 'The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death.'" Somehow Zhou Minglang remembered this line of poetry, "This line of poetry refers to people like me!"

Jiang Jinxiao was silent, he thought that Zhou Minglang, as a prince, would say such words because he was ashamed of his own people.But he didn't even know about the flood in Nanyang, no wonder he.

However, Jiang Jinxiao was completely wrong, Zhou Minglang has not felt guilty about anything in this life and no one in this life.He just remembered how luxurious and extravagant his life was in his previous life...