Chapter 196 Talk at the same bed

After saying that, An Bochen looked up and obviously noticed a trace of laughter between the heroine's eyebrows. Then he was stunned, looked up and down at An Bochen and frowned, "How old are you this year?"

"seventeen."

"At the age of 17, the official worships the general?"

The female lord of the country looked surprised, smiled and waved her hand: "Yes, there is a family saying in the ancient book. I think you must be the son of a family, and you will worship the general before the shade of the ancestors."

An Bochen felt ridiculous, but he didn't excuse himself. At present, he just wanted to find the Mustang King and leave this strange country early.

An Bochen thought so, but the heroine and Wan'er refused to let him go. It was rare to see the legendary man. In their eyes, An Bochen became an extremely rare thing. How could he easily let go?

"I heard that the people in your place can inherit the descendants by making a gift?"

A woman's crisp voice came from behind the curtain. If other women say it like this, it must be full of **, but it is extremely serious from Wan'er's mouth, as serious as talking about learning.

An Bochen's face turned red and he could only nod.

"How to do it?"

Wan'er's voice was plain and elegant, falling in An Bochen's ears, but it made him blush and embarrassed.

Turning his eyes to the curtain, An Bochen could faintly see the woman's thirsty eyes, clear and touching, no **, and no wind.

That's all. People here don't know about men and women, and it doesn't matter. They need their help to find the Mustang King.

With a slight cough, An Bochen touched Mo's head and said with an awe-inspiring face, "Men and women have to take off their clothes first, be naked, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the rustling sound from behind the curtain. An Bochen subconsciously turned his head and looked at it. The beautiful snow-white body swayed in front of him through a string of beaded chains. An Bochen only felt the heat at the bottom of his abdomen. He panicked and quickly turned his head, but he didn't know what to say.

"Wan'er, you are too unruly."

For good, the heroine stopped talking. Although her tone was heavy, she was not angry. It could be seen that her love for Wan'er had surpassed that of ordinary princes and ministers

After a pause, the female lord looked up and down at An Bochen, tapped a few cases, and smiled and said, "Well, if Wan'er wants to try the inheritance method of men and women, at worst, she will pick up more than a dozen death row prisoners and let them have sex with this man, just like that male horse."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Wan'er put on her coat and said happily.

"You, you just like to study this and that, and even I can't take you. That's all. This man will borrow you for two days, toss around as much as he wants, and return it to the widow after two days.

After saying that, the female lord actually got up and walked to the door. Her footsteps were slightly stagnant, and she turned to look at An Bochen.

"Yes, is the Jin Sima family still there?"

An Bochen nodded blankly, and the heroine didn't say much. She frowned slightly and turned away.

The heroine has been away for a long time, and the woman behind the curtain did not come out or make a sound. She only quietly looked at An Bochen, who was like a wooden chicken, and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

An Bochen's mind was blank. After a long time, he came to his senses, and his arms couldn't help trembling.

At this time, how could he not know that the unruly wild horse king galloping on the grassland mistakenly entered his daughter's country, but he had become the only male horse in this country that could breed. Not only it, but also myself...

With a shiver, An Bochen got goose bumps, reached out to touch the silver gun, and secretly alerted in his heart.

At the same time, An Bochen is also a little strange.

The pair of princes and ministers pushed themselves around as objects, but they obviously knew much more than the rest of the people, but they were not on guard at all. They let themselves live in the harem and hold a silver gun, and were not afraid of their sudden trouble?

"Man, what are you thinking about?"

The pleasant voice came from behind the curtain, full of doubt.

Since the Mustang King was obtained by her, instead of having trouble in the palace, it is better to follow her back home first, so as not to be self-defeating.

An Bochen made a decision and said to the curtain, "An is thinking about when he can go home with Miss Wan'er."

"Girl..."

Every time she heard the word "girl", Wan'er seemed to be very energetic. She chewed it a few times before smiling and said, "The ancient scriptures often say that men are anxious and don't bully me. Well, you can go home with me."

The curtain opened, and a 20-year-old woman came out of it, with a melon seed face. Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes were like water, her face was as white as jade, and she was far more charming than Wang Xiner. However, she was wearing a nondescript shirt and fat sleeve trousers like men's clothing, but she had a belt skirt, which stunned An Bochen.

"It's as urgent as the law!"

Wan'er read a word, stretched out her jade hand, opened her mouth and spit out something.

An Bochen looked around, but it was a three- or four-inch copper carriage. The carriage rose with the wind. In a while, it was seven feet high and ten feet long. It floated out of thin air. The horse driving was not a real horse, but made of red copper.

Is it possible to make this daughter's national and people's elite channel method?

An Bochen was puzzled. He did not notice the existence of vitality from Wan'er and the heroine. Either their cultivation was far better than An Bochen, or they had no cultivation. An Bochen would rather believe that it was the latter, but the art of spitting carriage rising in the wind is obviously Taoism.

"Man, get in the car."

Wan'er stepped forward with a smile, grabbed An Bochen, and carefully took care of such a rare thing as a man.

The two sat in the carriage side by side. Wan'er pulled out the whip from the wall compartment, raised her jade arm, and pulled on the bronze horse heavily. The copper horse swept the tail, raised its front hoof, jumped out of thin air with a hiss, galloped in mid-air like a flat ground, and then drilled out of the wall. Out of the attic, An Bochen looked out of the car through the exquisite carvings. In the night, the huge mansion was quiet and peaceful, the candlelight was scattered, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The whole city fell asleep with the increasingly dark night.

I think so. Most of the excitement of Liujing's night is because of those hook-and-rail theaters. All the people looking for fun are men, and the fun they are looking for are all women. And this woman who is away from Manchukuo has no fun at night, so she naturally goes to bed early.

An Bochen looked at it and thought, as the carriage swam through the streets and alleys of the daughter country, it was not long before it fell into a small mansion.

"It's here."

Wan'er said, pulled up An Bochen out of the carriage, and read the spell again. The carriage became smaller and was taken back by her sleeve.

An Bochen stared at it. The house was also exquisite, but it was a little deserted. When the carriage fell, there was no servant or a slave to greet it.

"It's strange that the classics don't say that men like to be in a daze and think about things."

Wan'er's doubtful voice came from the side. She circled around An Bochen twice, stood up straight, stared at An Bochen's eyes and asked, "What on earth are you thinking about?"

With a secret sigh, An Bochen reluctantly smiled and said, "Looking at the relationship between Miss Wan'er and the heroine, I want to be in a high position and be favored. An is just a little curious. Why don't there be any servants in the girl's house?

"The subordinate..."

Wan'er thought thoughtfully, and then squeezed her lips and smiled, "It turns out that you are wondering why there is no slave in my house. Since the former emperor led the leading people to come here, the slave system has been abolished. I have left the people to settle their respective positions and receive their salary according to their work. How can I say that?

An Bochen was stunned, and the legal system that Wan'er said was unheard of.

After thinking about it, An Bochen shook his head and said, "Since you are away from the people of the country, isn't the lord empty?" In addition, in the palace of Shicai, what are the palace people who surround the lord of the country?

"How can they be slaves?"

Wan'er said with a strange face, "They serve in the palace, and they also get their salary according to their work. They work in the palace in the day and go back to their homes at night. It's not like the Jin Dynasty recorded in ancient books. As soon as they enter the palace, they are as deep as the sea, and they return the house. As for Sister Sima, although she is the Lord of my departure from the country, she is just the leader of the whole country. She wears brocade clothes and live in gorgeous palaces, which is also what she deserves, because she has to deal with so many government affairs every day. The more she pays, the more natural she will get.

Put it on Da Kuang, Wan'er's words are very disrespectful, but from her mouth, it seems that it should be so. Hearing An Bochen's eyes blurred, he gradually fell into meditation.

"It seems that what is said in ancient books is not all right. Men like to be in a daze."

looking at An Bochen, Wan'er muttered, "It's not right. The ancient book says that men and women are the same. Every man's personality habits are different. It seems that this man likes to be in a daze."

The night wind blew, slightly cool. Wan'er shivered and quickly took An Bochen's hand: "Advanced house, I have a good talk with you tonight. After so many years, there have been too many differences between me and the outside world."

Wan'er's hand is not as soft as her voice. Although it is not rough, it also grinds out two or three cocoons.

An Bochen followed Wan'er to the inner room confusedly. He held a gun in his right hand, but he couldn't do it for a long time. Wan'er, including the female leader in the palace, is actually not malicious. However, for more than a thousand years since the end of the Jin Dynasty, the thoughts of women who have left the country have become completely different from those in Da Kuangzhong, and it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong.

For the departing people, An Bochen, a man who came out of the old history books, can be called an alien even if he is not a demon.

......

The night wind penetrated through the cracks in the door, making the row of red candles in front of the stage sway up and down, reflecting the curtains, but like a group of soldiers fighting together.

An Bochen is also fighting in his heart. He is innocent by the bed. Just lift it up and knock the woman beside him unconscious.

At this moment, An Bochen is lying on the couch. There is a pot of wine on the low pier next to the bed. Wan'er lies on her side in front of An Bochen, holding a wine cup in one hand and Xiaohao in the other hand. His face is full of seriousness. From time to time, he writes down two "big experience" in An Bochen's mouth.

Wan'er must have read too many books, and she is about to become a bookworm. She has to learn from the "talking in the same bed" mentioned in history books, or meet herself on a whim and want to try all the things she is interested in in the history books.

An Bochen's face was calm, and he cried secretly in his heart. He had been talking for more than half an hour. From the family to the princes, from the common people to the king, his mouth was dry, but Wan'er was still not satisfied.

"Yes, you haven't made it clear about the gift you said in the palace before."