The Wang family and his group set out only one day earlier than Jia Cong, and the post station could change horses and cars, and they used the blood and sweat of the households in the prefectures and counties along the way to spend it, so the process was not too slow. Jia Cong knew that they were walking forward, but he had no intention of caring.

Dezhou is the first stop in Shandong and is affiliated to Dongchang Prefecture. Wang Xifeng has not walked such a long way for more than ten years. From the capital to Shandong, it is all the way south. The longitude line does not change much, but the latitude line has dropped sharply. Wang Xifeng is not adapted to the temperature and climate change caused by this. He is not able to stay in Ande Post for a day on the pretext of being ill. Although his parents agreed, they sent family slaves to follow him.

In fact, she asked her parents that Wang Ren was about to leave Dongchang Prefecture and went to Yanzhou. She did not tell her parents about Jia Qiao's affairs. She thought that Wang Zisheng would not care about it. At this point, she had to ask Jia Cong for the first time.

Wang Xifeng brought in a box, and Sun Fu quit. Jia Cong on the seat browsed her. Wang Xifeng was still wearing a bright red dress, but it changed slightly from her previous outfit. She wore a mutton fat jade and a pearl shirt. She was slim in size and coquettish in body. Her pair of phoenix eyes were very standard, and Jia Cong didn't say that she would meet or not.

Of course, a sociable woman like Wang Xifeng is loved by thousands of otaku.

"Mr. Censor has come from afar, thank you for your hard work." Wang Xifeng sat down at the table with a smile, touching the box and said, "Even now, we still have the affection of relatives. When my sister arrived in Texas, she asked for something good. It turned out that Dezhou braised chicken was famous and she had entered the palace, so she bought a copy for her relatives and brothers to try."

Now Wang Xifeng has returned to the Wang family, calling Mrs. Wang, and she is also a cousin. Jia Cong cooperates with her acting very well and smiles: "Sister Feng is still in style, and she still cares about people as she used to."

When I opened the box, it was indeed Dezhou braised chicken. The meat was emitting sesame oil but not greasy. Wang Xifeng sat upright like a sister. Jia Cong didn't hesitate, but didn't start eating. Instead, he took out the silver needle from the small box he carried with him and inserted it into the braised chicken. He pulled it out for a moment and saw that it did not change color.

Gan Xuan used medicine in the wine that time, so Jia Cong learned his lesson, but he would not repeat the same mistakes.

This action made Wang Xifeng stunned for a few seconds and then became angry. But thinking about it, she had poisoned Yanhong to death and they had old grudges, and it was understandable that Jia Cong did this. However, she snorted coldly in her heart. The current situation was involuntarily changed, and she admitted it. In Wang Xifeng's opinion, Jia Cong's actions were humiliating her.

"There are three treasures in Dezhou, such as stewed chicken, watermelon, and golden dates. Thank you." Jia Cong's eyes shone at the stewed chicken on the table. The chicken lies on his side, and his whole body turns yellow. After careful work, it is difficult to buy.

Soong Ching Ling once offered this kind of braised chicken to the Chairman. Since the Ming Dynasty, Dezhou braised chicken became famous, the people could hardly taste it, and they could only "sigh at the chicken", but the braised chicken was invented by the people.

Jia Cong began to enjoy it with relish, as if no one was around. This Dezhou braised chicken was really delicious, far better than the beauty Wang Xifeng beside him. Wang Xifeng was slightly embarrassed: "That... Brother Cong, Sister Qiao..."

"This is difficult to deal with." Jia Cong replied while eating, not at all favorable. He crossed his legs and his mouth was full of oil: "First, it has nothing to do with me. Second, how can the past be written off? Third, if you ask me for business, how can you make a chicken with money?"

"Then how much do you want?" Wang Xifeng couldn't sit still. The man's face was really shameless.

"Oh... my shoulders are a little sore...why would you rub me? I'm confused now and have a lot of things. Maybe I'll promise you if I'm happy for a moment..." Jia Cong tear up the chicken to eat on his own, without any elegant image of a scholar. He stretched out his legs and legs and put them on the table, and he was a standard old man.

"You..." Wang Xifengli sat up, stretched out his fingers, pointed at him angrily, trembling all over, his mind was thinking about it, but slowly calmed down his anger and came over to rub Jia Cong's shoulders. The force was very strong, but Jia Cong could bear her little force.

After kneading his shoulders for a while, Jia Cong had finished eating the Dezhou braised chicken, but he was still lying on his back, picking his teeth while enjoying it, patting his thighs and saying, "I'll rub it here too!"

Wang Xifeng gritted her teeth and wanted to remove Jia Cong from being so ill. She swears that she has never hated anyone so much since she landed on the ground for more than 20 years.

Now, she hated Jia Cong more than Jia Lian. At least Jia Lian had a few years of love with her, which was more complicated to think about. If Jia Cong looked like this, if one day Jia Cong was in a downturn, she would have to smash Jia Cong into mud, suck bones and suck marrow, and pound it into the ground so that she could eliminate the hatred in her heart, Wang Xifeng thought.

She is a noble lady from a famous family and a daughter, but now she wants to give her this to him. How can she not be upset if she obeys his orders?

Wang Xifeng kneaded Jia Cong's two feet all the way, and her jade hands were filled with infinite grief and anger.

"This technique is not skillful at all. You have to practice it, do you know?" While Jia Cong was enjoying it comfortably, he suddenly realized that his qi and blood were getting stronger and stronger. It seemed that starting from Xiongxian, Youshi did not fall into soup for one night every day, and Jia Cong felt that his anger became more and more powerful.

"Did she eat that thing for me..." Jia Cong sighed, looked down at Wang Xifeng half-squatting on the ground, with a hint of grievance on his face. He smiled secretly and stretched out his right hand to lift Wang Xifeng's chin.

Wang Xifeng was furious and was about to slap her palms hard, but she suddenly withdrew it back, curbing this impulse, and her eyes were blazing: "Are you enough?"

"Oh, don't be so angry. I know why I'm leaving you with me? From loving you to respecting you, hating you? One after another, three people are so sad, crying to Jinling is even more sad? Men prefer gentleness and love, of course, they can't stand you, a fierce horse..."

At first, Jia Cong was still smiling, but gradually there was no joke. Wang Xifeng didn't listen to Jia Cong's trick. She didn't regret it: "What else do you want? Just tell me the conditions and talk clearly."

"The conditions are very simple. The deeper you suffer, the happier I will be. The greater the hope of saving Qiaojie..." Jia Cong looked cold: "Removing his armor!"

This inn house is the best-paid room among them. Because Jia Cong inspected the provinces in Shandong, the tables and beds were arranged very well. When Sun Fu went out, he closed the door.

"..." Wang Xifeng's long nails pierced into her palms, and blood spilled out. Although to be fair, Jia Cong was not ugly, they were always hostile, and this request was even more uncomfortable than killing her. She turned her head and cried, "As long as this is the case, will you agree?"

"Good! Remove the armor!"

The room was silent for more than ten seconds at first, and then I saw hairpins, outer shirts, sweat towels, vests, skirts, middle clothes, strapless breasts... one by one fell silently.

What appeared before Jia Cong was an almost perfect woman's body. One part of the increase would be too long, and one part of the decrease would be too short, just like a fairy who was walking around.

Jia Cong looked at her in amazement, and his breath became heavier and heavier. He stood up and pushed Wang Xifeng. Wang Xifeng was pushed to climb onto the table. Then Jia Cong pulled her hands back, slowly moved forward, and entered heavily.

"Well..." Wang Xifeng kept shaking her head and struggling, but she couldn't break away from Jia Cong's iron hoop hand.

The room at Ande Station is full of spring scenery.
Chapter completed!