But after a brief moment of blank mind, she saw the gaze of the man in brocade clothes opposite.
His eyes are always very strange, seemingly gentle, but actually empty, three parts of spring, three parts of mist, the whole person has an ethereal temperament, a feeling of "non-existence", it seems that there is always something wrong with this boring life. Condescending boredom.
But every time he talked about those weird words just now, his expression and eyes would change, becoming gentle and real, with a touch of interest and joy.
It wasn't the look one would have when talking about an unrelated dead person.
By the way, you can't believe a word of this cheater.
Jing Hengbo took a deep breath again, and adjusted her mood. She found that being an opponent with Jinyiren is really not negligent at all. He can easily affect your emotions and lead you by the nose. He can even discover your flaws at any time, adjust the plan to attack you, and make you passive. For example, he found that she is particularly sensitive to such strange words, so he said one after another so that she would lose her position, otherwise with his temperament, you will not Possibly a slip of the tongue to say so much.
When encountering a big enemy, be calm first, this is what that person taught her, don't forget it.
Seeing that her expression calmed down quickly, the man in brocade clothes flickered, clapped his hands, and said, "Let's get ready to go."
The guards went down a few people, and the man in brocade clothes said to Mr. Mu again: "How about changing your outfit too? Of course, it's okay not to change your outfit, as long as you don't participate."
He looked at Mr. Mu with the eyes of someone who had come here, and said in his eyes, "Are you willing to give up such an opportunity?"
Mr. Mu smiled and said, "Naturally, I want to play with you."
Jing Hengbo snorted, saw Mr. Mu slapping the window lattice, and wanted to fly up, and said: "Anyway, you can walk for a short time, so don't waste your strength to perform lightness kung fu."
Mr. Mu paused, paused, and smiled suddenly: "Yes. I'm used to it, I almost forgot." He honestly opened the window and came in.
"There are two small rooms next door." Jin Yiren said, "You are alone, and my guards are in one. Each room has the same clothes and masks, so you can use it yourself."
Mr. Mu walked into the small room on the left.
There are simple black clothes and masks on the chairs in the house.
It was a little cold in the room, and I don't know if it was because there was no brazier.
Mr. Mu reached out to grab the black clothes on the back of the chair, but suddenly he stopped and turned his palm upwards.
"Bang." With a sound, a sharp force hit his palm, and with a bang, half of the back of the chair broke.
If he hadn't turned his palm to block it in time, this force would have hit him right in the face, at least breaking his nose.
Mr. Mu didn't let go of his palm, facing mid-air, he said coldly: "Why do you always have to replace me? There are too many people next door, or do you think you can really knock me down with one move? Or are you afraid that Jing Hengbo won't know, Want to make some noise?"
There was no sound on the beam, and the air-conditioning passed quietly. Mr. Mu snorted coldly, put down his palms, and put on his clothes and mask.
A group of guards next door were changing clothes. One of them changed his clothes and put on his mask. He suddenly felt a chill in his abdomen.
"You can't go out at this time." Chinese saw that he was going to have diarrhea, and disagreed, "It will reveal his secrets."
That one is in Latin, and the Latin said faintly: "If I can't control it later, it will really reveal my truth, and the master will go crazy..."
Chinese had no choice but to let him go and come back quickly, but Latin let out a muffled snort just as he flashed out the door.
The people in the room heard it, and laughed and scolded: "You son of a bitch, you just have a lot of shit!"
The Latin came back soon. Originally, everyone changed quickly, but Mr. Mu next door changed slowly. Everyone had to go out together to have a confusing effect, so they were all waiting.
When the Latin came back, everyone was still laughing and talking, saying that what if the queen admits the wrong person and draws herself? So what measurements, how to measure? Oops, this is so embarrassing.
German said sullenly: "Who wants you to measure it? The master obviously wants us to report a number randomly. Don't you know that he doesn't like us touching women?"
The guards immediately sighed with sympathy—the master's obsession with cleanliness is too serious, so serious that it is inhumane. He said that men who have slept with women have strange smells, and they are never allowed to touch women.
The guards are all praying now, the master should hurry up and put Miss Wen to sleep. He has slept with women before, and if he has that smell, he won't dislike other people's smell.
But judging from the virtues of those two people now, the possibility of them being single for the rest of their lives is getting bigger and bigger...
"Come here and line up tall and short." Chinese called everyone to line up. The guards were basically tall, only German and Spanish were short. Chinese clapped their hands, and two dwarfs came out from the corner.
This group of dwarves is also under Jin Yiren's subordinates, and they are dead soldiers he has trained separately. They are used for some special missions. Very few people.
Because of their short stature and their conspicuousness, these dwarves sometimes stayed directly in the baggage carried by the guards.
The dwarfs climbed the necks of the Germans and Spanish, put on masks, and the clothes were one-piece, and now, all are the same height.
The guards went out and went out at the same time as Mr. Mu, and there was a screen outside. The guards staggered and sandwiched Mr. Mu before they walked out of the screen.
Jing Hengbo was a little surprised when he saw seven people coming from the opposite side, all dressed in the same clothes, with masks covering their eyes and mouths, and even of the same height.
The tall ones can shrink their bones, but how can the short ones push themselves up?
The dream of distinguishing between tall and short was shattered, and now she pinned her hope on the words that everyone said.
But Jin Yiren, that unparalleled scumbag in the world, lives to extinguish other people's hopes.
He threw a cylinder and said, "Speak to this one, the sound is about the same."
Jing Hengbo murmured: "You must have been on the surface of the moon in your last life..."
The voices are also indistinguishable, and now I can only judge from that sentence. In any case, Mr. Mu must be pulled out first, and then the measurements can be discussed.
The first guard on the left took the round thing that looked like a loudspeaker, and said, "Your Majesty, do you still remember Hongfeng from Yuzhao Palace?"
Jing Hengbo's expression changed, his heart skipped a beat, and he waved his hand violently, "Negative score, **** off!"
Hongfeng belongs to Yuzhao Palace, but in a sense, it belongs to Jingting. Although Jingting is within Yuzhao Palace, everyone feels that it exists independently and is the center of Dahuang politics. People who are familiar with the situation will not count Jingting's things as Yuzhao Palace.
The man in brocade coughed as a reminder.
As an outsider who is not familiar with the Great Wilderness, it is not smart to talk about things related to the Great Wilderness, and it is easy to see flaws.
The first one was in German, and he bowed his head ashamed of his mistake, knowing that he would again be responsible for eating all the nasty sweets for his master.
The first one on the left went down resentfully, the second one picked up the self-made microphone, and said in a low voice: "I am the right person."
The third said simply: "Choose me, you can't go wrong."
The fourth said: "It must be wrong to choose him, and I am."
The fifth said: "Sixth, don't choose."
The sixth way: "How to distinguish the true from the false? There will be a day when the truth will be revealed."
The seventh said: "The above are all wrong."
Jing Hengbo was dumbfounded.
The man in brocade was also rubbing his chin. This time the guards understood what he meant, but it was too difficult, and there was no clue at all, even he himself was not sure.
He can determine which two are probably in, but who is it? This is a public case, and people who don't know the truth can't draw conclusions.
Jing Hengbo closed his eyes and thought for a while.
In fact, among these seven people, two of them speak in a different way from others.
fifth and sixth.
Although the rest are rejecting others and recommending themselves, they either follow the trajectory of others' words or reject everything. There is only the fifth one, and it is clearly stated that the sixth one cannot be selected.
Why did he reject the sixth one? Because he is the guard of Jin Yiren, does he know that the sixth one is Mr. Mu? But this kind of statement may point her to who Mr. Mu is, ordinarily the guard of the man in brocade clothes shouldn't have said that.
But according to this inference, the fifth one should not be Mr. Mu, because Mr. Mu should exclude everyone, so that he could be selected. It is not enough to just point out that a certain guard is not.
Therefore, Mr. Mu should be the sixth (speaking in a special way, deliberately distinguishing himself), or the seventh (repelling everyone).
The sixth possibility is even more likely. The phrase "how to distinguish the real from the fake" seems to be alluding to a lingering doubt in her heart.
But then again, if her suspicion is true, and Mr. Mu really has two, then both of them are hiding from her, and they probably don't want to be seen by her, so she shouldn't be reminded of the phrase "Mr. There will be a day of revealing."
Jing Hengbo felt that his already messy mind was even more messed up now.
The man in brocade suddenly said: "Exceeded the time, add more questions."
Jing Hengbo had no choice but to raise his hand slowly, pointing to the sixth one.
Analysis and intuition told her that the sixth one was most likely Mr. Mu.
She had already raised her fingers, and suddenly felt a breath with an abnormal frequency. The sound of this breath made her heart jump, and her gaze jumped to the fifth person. The fifth person was looking down at the ground. Hengbo followed his gaze, and saw a little bit of boot toe faintly exposed from the hem of his robe, and a little bit of mud on the toe of the boot.
Her finger immediately slid past the sixth one and pointed to the fifth one.
"Choose him!"
The Jinyi man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "No regrets?"
"No regrets." Jing Hengbo stared at the mud and gritted his teeth.
"Really no regrets?" The devil's voice is always very tempting.
Jing Hengbo hated this kind of questioning very much, and 99% of those with a little weak will would be seduced into overthrowing themselves.
"No regrets!"
"real…"
"Are you finished?" Jing Hengbo cut off the psycho, "What should I do?"
"Then what are you going to do?" The Jinyi man leaned back in a dispirited manner, "There is a room at the back for your research materials. Fifteen minutes should be enough, right?" He looked up at the sky, but he didn't know. To whom to talk, "Look, you have hurt me again and again, and I give you such a chance, am I enough?"
"Give me a measuring tape." Jing Hengbo spread his hand to him.
"No." The man in brocade clothes replied hatefully, "Measure yourself."
"I was wrong." Jing Hengbo said bitterly, "I shouldn't have scolded you for having a son without chrysanthemums."
The man in brocade was squinting at her—tsk tsk is going to be a moth again, almost as good as Little Cake. Where did these women come from? None of them are normal!
"... Your son must grow two chrysanthemums!" She laughed.
The man in brocade clothes nodded and said sincerely, "I will help you bring this beautiful blessing to my wife."
Jing Hengbo let out a heck, and suddenly felt something was wrong?
"Please. Please." The man in brocade clothes drove her into the room, looked at the sixth masked man in black, and suddenly smiled secretly, "How is it, very disappointed?"
The sixth person took off his mask, revealing Mr. Mu's face, his expression still calm.
"You need to be trained well." He said kindly.
"As long as you can, you are welcome." He replied arrogantly.
…
Next door is another dark room.
When Jing Hengbo walked into the room, he stared at the person he had chosen, a little nervous.
If it wasn't Mr. Mu, she would have to knock him unconscious and measure it herself.
The man in black took off his mask and turned around. In the darkness, he could vaguely see that slightly pale but still elegant and beautiful face.
Jing Hengbo breathed a sigh of relief.
"I almost chose the wrong one." She said happily, "I thought the sixth one was Mr. Mu."
Mr. Mu smiled, and said softly, "You know your... size, right?"
Jing Hengbo coughed, and said awkwardly: "Actually, I don't know much about it...especially the precise one, you..." She asked hopefully, "If you take a look, you should be able to know, right?"
Her underwear is very tight. If Mr. Mu can confirm it at a glance, he will be sacrificed as a hostage. Fortunately, although her underwear is tight, it is tight and will not be exposed.
Mr. Mu was noncommittal, and said for a while: "Maybe you can try?"
She is also helpless. Without a ruler and accurate data, it will affect human life. In the face of human life, everything can be compromised, just like wearing a bikini and walking on the beach.
"Turn your back." She coughed again, her throat was itchy, and she felt weird.
He turned his back very obediently, which reassured her a little.
The room was very dark, she took off her coat behind her back, and he was looking at the wall.
There is a glimmer of light on the wall, which is the light refracted from the outside. It is faint and hazy on the wall, and it is not enough to see the figure of the person clearly, but you can see the general movement, such as the woman's raised arms are slender, such as the woman's stretched body line Graceful, for example, the curve of her sideways is an undulating and delicate arc, everything about her is the most beautiful silhouette in the world, reflected on the wall and his heart.
He closed his eyes slightly, thinking about her actions at this moment, she was unbuttoning the belt, her slender fingers were twisting the belt, pulling... Pulling hard... She has a very flexible mind, but her handwork is not very dexterous, but in his eyes, such clumsiness, That's cute.
Suddenly, she remembered the moment before the palace change, she dragged him down on the couch, and asked softly, "Do you want me..."
That voice was to him, looking forward to but not looking forward to it, the indescribable feeling, I just remember that moment her eyes were like wine, red lips were like flowers, one glance made people drunk and wanted to jump into the heart of flowers.
At that moment, his fingers had already touched her belt, and he believed that he could solve any barrier between him and her with just one hook, but sometimes, the obstacle of fate is the distance between the ends of the sky and the corner of the sea. …
Suddenly her voice interrupted his thoughts, sounding a little embarrassed, "Okay."
He turned around, and she was standing in front of him with her hips crossed. She was wearing tight black underwear. The posture with her hips akimbo made her waist surprisingly thin. The trousers were three-quarter-length, which made her exposed calf white.
She is the type who already has a lot of style in her clothes, and a little exposure is more valuable. No matter whether a man likes it or not, at least in front of that kind of body shape, there are few people who can control her.
He was a little short of breath, but he was rejoicing in his heart. Fortunately, he was worried and hadn't gone far, otherwise the one looking at her now would be some cat or dog...
Jing Hengbo looked composed, with her chin held high, and she looked like a classic model on the runway, but her rolling eyes revealed her guilty conscience.
Originally, she had an unrestrained and outgoing personality, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with showing off her body. When she first came to transmigration, this concept was still very strong, so she was very devoted to pole dancing. But the longer I lived in another world, I was more or less influenced by the ancients, and I gradually realized that I can be indifferent, but others may not be pure in heart. From this, it gradually converged.
However, standing in front of Mr. Mu at this moment, the feeling seems to be different. Deep in her heart, she is a little uncomfortable, a little happy, a little expectant, and a little shy... That kind of complicated mood surprised her. ...Is it because he is different in his heart?
When she thought this way, she couldn't help being startled, and for a moment she forgot about her embarrassment, and couldn't help urging him: "How about it, is there almost a number?"
"Oh." He seemed to wake up suddenly, and said calmly, "But I still feel that it is difficult to report an accurate number just by looking at it."
Jing Hengbo let out an "uh" and couldn't help but stare at him—since he couldn't see it, why didn't he say it earlier! She didn't show him for nothing!
"Before I came here, I measured 92, 64, 93." She said bitterly, "But I don't know if it has changed now."
"Or should I measure it again?" he mused.
"Rogue!" she scolded angrily.
Without a ruler, he volunteered to measure it. What kind of measurement should he use? hands?
He looked at her innocently, reached out and took a soft ruler from one side of the table, and said, "Measure with a ruler, what's wrong?"
Jing Hengbo said "uh" again, damn, it's a shame to have a ruler!
With the soft ruler, the problem came again, I couldn't measure myself.
She had no choice but to say: "You come." Then she warned: "Don't look around."
He looked obedient, nodded earnestly, and walked over with a ruler. Jing Hengbo closed his eyes and waited. There was no movement for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she saw him silently looking at her.
"What?" she asked inexplicably.
"This..." He gestured with a ruler, "How do you measure it?"
Only then did Jing Hengbo realize that he pampered the young master You, who was not a tailor, so how would he know how to measure his body?
She had to teach him herself, "Hand over...through my armpit...wrap around...at...at..." She paused.
"Measure at the highest point" seems to be difficult for her to say.
She raised her arms, and his soft ruler passed under her armpits. This was a hugging posture. His faint and refreshing fragrance came, and the black and smooth hair gently slid over her chin. She felt the rustle on the neck of her neck. Itching, feeling his breath on the skin of her chest, moist and warm, the frequency seemed to be a little fast, for a moment, she seemed to have an illusion that in the next moment, he would hug her tightly.
But no, his body backed away slowly, pulling towards her chest. Before she could react, his fingers had already reached her chest. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. With such a light touch and rippling, she felt like before. Trembling like electricity, his face immediately turned red.
He seemed to know her embarrassment, so he looked at the scale quickly, and then took the tape away. She was afraid that he might not see it clearly under nervousness, so she hurriedly said "Hey", but after shouting, she felt even more difficult to say - what? Could it be that you didn't seem to see it clearly and measure it again? She deserves to be treated like a slut.
Before she could figure it out, he had already learned without a teacher, and the tape measure was wrapped around her waist.
The soft ruler was swinging around his waist, the length was very short, he bent slightly, facing her flat lower abdomen, the tight underwear was slightly pulled up here, revealing a thin waist skin, against the black satin, Dazzling white, smooth as silk, you can feel the rich fragrance from the woman's body if you get close to it. The fragrance here is different from usual, it seems warmer and more mysterious, which reminds people of being close to a woman to give birth to offspring Yes, the most important place.
He thought that this woman's body was bestowed by heaven, so clean and beautiful, who will she give birth to in a long time in the future?
The soft ruler moved down gently, and stopped slightly on the woman's full body. This time, he was facing her long legs, which were straight, and there was no gap when the legs were put together. Through the pants, he could feel the tightness of the skin. Stretch and elasticity, she came to Dahuang for two years and kept exercising. Her body's flexibility and muscle elasticity are much stronger than before.
Such a close together posture makes people think of more acceptance and opening...
He didn't stay long, and quickly took down the scale, and said good, there was a little sweat on his forehead at some point.
Jing Hengbo also let out a long breath. She felt his breath holding, and she held her breath too, nervous for no reason. In fact, he was as usual, a very upright gentleman, and he didn't intentionally delay or make contact, but whenever he approached, His hot and slightly accelerated breath sprayed on her skin, and she had to hold back her trembling. She was very fortunate that there was still a layer of clothes blocking it, and he couldn't see the chestnut and reddish reaction of his skin under the clothes...
"Are the data accurate..." She coughed and asked.
"It should be fine," he said.
Jing Hengbo wanted to put on his clothes immediately, but the voice of the man in brocade came from afar, "There is still a set of numbers, please give them to me."
A piece of paper flew in, Jing Hengbo wanted to grab it, but he grabbed it first, and after only one glance, his eyes became darker.
Jing Hengbo suddenly had a bad feeling, forced a smile and asked: "What data do you want? Also measurements?"
She thought to herself that this was cheating, but it was normal, the guy outside was a pervert, and he was obviously dissatisfied with his desires, so he deliberately tossed others in this regard, there was no lower limit at all, but the measurements of men were not enough... Cough cough, it's okay.
The man in brocade outside knocked on the side of the couch, thinking that the request added temporarily is not bad, you can compare our strengths, of course you must be the strongest.
"What data?" Jing Hengbo has already held the soft ruler in her hand, eager to try it out. She is very positive about things that can be evened out.
He coughed, and said a little unnaturally: "Be the same as you first."
She automatically ignored the word "first", took a soft ruler, and said, "Take off your coat and raise your hand."
He obediently took off his outer robe, and there was a white robe underneath, and he quickly took off the white robe, Jing Hengbo said: "Hey, don't you want to take off your clothes..." Fortunately, he stopped and held up his underwear hands.
Jing Hengbo laughed heartily and said, "Hand in the gun and don't kill me." Leaning over, the soft ruler circled around his chest.
Because she was afraid of making mistakes, she measured very carefully, and the light was not good, so she leaned over to take a closer look, but she didn't notice that his hand had been put down, and he hugged her back vaguely.
He looked at the wall, and on the wall was the silhouette of two people embracing each other.
She tightened the tape measure, frowned slightly, and said, "You're thinner than I thought..."
Only through a layer of clothes, she could feel the chest under her fingers and the slightly protruding ribs, and she suddenly felt a little blocked.
When measuring her waist, she exclaimed again: "Your waist is almost as thin as mine..."
Sometimes, she was a little uncomfortable, but he was calm, which made her feel more natural. She quickly measured, and her fingers were afraid of touching somewhere, so she simply crossed in front of her, memorizing the scale of the intersection point.
She avoided touching a certain place, but forgot that it was closer, that gesture was a bit ambiguous, her hot breath came over, and his fingers were caressing the top of her head, trembling slightly.
Jing Hengbo wrote down the data and was about to finish when he heard him say, "I also want to measure the length of the arms, legs and shoulders."
She has measured her measurements, so she is afraid of her arms and legs. She worked happily, and said, "Your hands are long and your legs are long, so it takes a lot of fabric to make clothes haha."
"Yeah." He answered jokingly, "My wife will raise me in the future, I'm afraid I will suffer. How long does it take to sew clothes?"
She smiled "puchi", thinking that the words were cute, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, under the red maple, she had promised to sew a pair of underwear for someone.
But for more than a year, it was like a previous life, even the maple leaves in my memory turned a bit vicissitudes of life, the promise of that pair of underwear was still floating in the wind, but it was difficult to pick up that heavy needle again in this life.
She suppressed her smile and suddenly lost her interest in joking.
He turned his head slightly to look at her, she was standing on tiptoe, measuring the width of his shoulders, her hair was a little loose, messily draped on his shoulders, when he turned his head, he could kiss her face.
Yet he dared not.
Someone else's kiss may be a confession, but his kiss may be a shock.
The fragrance of her skin permeated his body, he didn't dare to expect too much, he just wanted to be bathed in that faint fragrance and watch her busy for him.
Or you can use this analogy to imagine that she is his gentle and capable little wife who is tailoring clothes for him.
Because it was too beautiful and rare, he would rather just immerse himself in silence than make any meng lang movements to break this moment.
At this moment, he suddenly began to thank the Jinyi man, no matter what the purpose of the Jinyi man's mischief, it was rare for him to come to this encounter.
Jing Hengbo finished work silently, thinking that these data could just make a robe for someone. But what's the use of measuring it? It was a subject, and the man she had wanted to make a robe for might not have needed it.
Just as he was about to make an agreement with the outside, he suddenly pulled her back, "There is another size..."
"What?" She was stunned, she had already measured everything that should be measured.
"this…"
His rare hesitancy made her a little curious, and she was anxious to solve the problem, so she couldn't help asking again and again, and when she was in a hurry, he said: "Come here with your ears."
"It's just the two of us, what are you doing quietly..." She smiled, but she still moved closer, and after hearing a few words, her face turned red.
Red to her thick-skinned, vividness that has never been achieved...
She was stunned for a long time, and cursed: "Wretched! Shameless! Shameless! Obscene! Despicable..." The endless greetings reached eight generations of Jinyiren's ancestors. When it was over, he tossed the soft ruler and said angrily, "I won't measure anymore! Do it yourself!"
"I'll do it myself..." He smiled wryly, "But it has to...be done..."
In fact, the talents in Jinyi didn't stipulate the size in what state, but as long as they were men, they didn't want to be ashamed of this size issue.
Jing Hengbo was about to explode, "It's none of my business!"
"Hey, are you ready?" The man in Jinyi was still shouting from the other end, "I'll cut off the hands and feet of the hostages if I'm too late. I'll count three hundred, and you can report the size to me. I'll cut off one finger and one later." …two…"
Jing Hengbo suddenly gritted his teeth and rushed towards him.