Marten walked over and gestured to Dong Zhaoju’s bowl, "Please, my Lord!"
Then the finger tip of the right hand was dipped with a little highland barley wine and sprinkled on the bomb for three times in a row, and then a Qiang woman came to fill the wine for three times in a row and finally finished it in one bite.
Dong Zhao knew that this was the Qiang people’s drinking custom. He learned how to finish the wine and won a good laugh and drum dryness from the people around him.
About 50-60-year-old Qiang men and women wear blue cloth gowns, sheepskin gowns and blue headgear. The collar of gowns with blue or green lace is inlaid with a row of small plum blossom patterns, silver embroidered aprons and streamers wearing black headgear.
At this time, a burst of melodious flute-like music sounded, and then a man and a woman clasped each other’s belts with their little fingers, singing a slow and listening folk song in Qi Qiang language.
Marten bowed his head and said to Dong Zhao, "My Lord, this is the Qiang people’s respect for distant visitors."
Dong Zhaozhi was so happy that he caressed Nuts with one hand.
Le Jin, however, became interested in Qiang musical instruments, pointing to the rows of people with two pipes in their mouths, bamboo or bone, and said to Feng Zhang, "What is that?"
Feng Zhang glanced at "that’s Qiangdi"
Ma Chao and Ma Dai both looked surprised. How did people from the Central Plains know about Qiangdi?
The rest of the people didn’t see any meaning. Why are some old people singing here? If only those Qiang women with big breasts and big hips would dance for a while? Everyone looked askew and couldn’t wait to fall asleep.
Suddenly, when the sound stopped, the man and the woman saluted and went to each fire, and a group of young men and women were surrounded by the leading dancer’s head or legs, kicking or spinning from side to side, and the whole team kept singing. Her center kept moving in circles, while the others were beating and singing, and the atmosphere reached a climax for a while.
A few lechers have also changed from drowsiness to energy, and their eyes are as bright as grassland foraging wolves, staring at several leading dancers from time to time, showing their wrists and calves and screaming.
At this time, a few enthusiastic Qiang women dragged Hou Cheng and Le Jin into the team and danced together. A few people learned that the women around them kept flirting with each other and sent autumn spinach to each other. Dong Zhao couldn’t pretend to be serious anymore. Hehe, the smile never disappeared.
Even Feng Zhang was not lucky enough to be killed. He was handsome and almost as tall as Marten. Several enthusiastic Qiang women were attracted to his left and right arms. Several people were pulling huge breasts in front of him and pushing them around. He drank a lot. Feng Zhang felt that his chest was as uncomfortable as a low-paying job, and his eyes were brighter and more provocative in the firelight. He forgot what he had said about an alien woman who was strong and smelled. From time to time, he grabbed two small hands around him, pulling and scratching. However, in group dance, no one thought he was deliberately stealing.
I’m going to degenerate when I’m old
Thinking of Cao Cao’s strict order that "you must have a horse", while making excuses to comfort yourself, I thought to myself, "Old horse, don’t miss the road. I feel terrible now."
After a dance, Feng Zhang didn’t make any substantial progress except rubbing on Gao Ting’s drunken chest and round ass. Although the two women around him were willing to pay attention to Chun Qing, Zhang Feng was restless for a long time and couldn’t wait to drag them directly to the room.
Ma Chao walked up to Dong Zhao and saluted, "My Lord is so happy today that I wish you a sword-dancing entertainment." Then he pointed to Feng Zhang.
Why is the day still seen by men? Feng Zhang is a little in distress situation. What I want now is not a man.
Dong Zhao’s hesitation and Feng Zhang can’t hurt the Prime Minister’s darling, but in front of Marten, the Qiang people’s hospitality and martial refusal will definitely hurt their faces.
It’s usually more serious to be a dwarf. Now, after drinking, I see that most of the limelight has been robbed by Feng Zhang, and the face is red with a hiccup. "Adults might as well let me go."
"Not many people are so happy. If you don’t go, I’m afraid it will hurt everyone’s interest. Let me go."
Dong Zhao thought for a moment. Although Feng Zhang drank too much wine, there was no big problem, so he nodded in agreement.
Ma Chao has long wanted to try Feng Zhang Kung Fu, but the sword is not his strong point. It is a weapon to make every enemy feel scared. It is best not to try Kung Fu, but it can be done in case this man is a straw bag and he is not very good-looking in angel hair.
Qiang people are fierce and tough. I heard that they cheered more than the sword. They practiced flirting with Feng Zhang for a long time. Two Qiang women are even more in the eyes. Chun Qing can melt into a cavity of water and stare at Feng Zhang for a moment.
Except for Shi, I may not be an opponent’s sword. I really haven’t been afraid that Feng Zhang casually took a sword from Marten and slowly walked into the fire. In the middle of the ground, Ma Chao was facing each other, and the two of them stood in the garden. It was a general romantic scene.
In the raging sparks, both of them were as white as women, and their faces were as red as Xiangshan flowers. Both supporters were holding their chests and breathing a little harder, so they ruined this perfect picture.
Feng Zhang is as straight as a javelin, and his sword hangs down as serene as guiding Master Ma Chaojian.
Ma Chao was a little angry that Feng Zhang looked down on him and made a sword salute. "Please!"
A rare flickering spark reflects the glittering blade of the two men. Ma Chao moves first and makes a flat move. The sword is like a roaring sword wind with a balance of power, and it starts to call straight towards Feng Zhang’s chest.
Feng Zhang didn’t even lift the sword. After rowing his left foot to his right foot, he twisted his side and escaped the sword.
D see Feng Zhang so big before the sword moves old, he will hold the swordsman once again and stroke it toward Feng Zhang’s chest. The armpit of the elbow is very close to Feng Zhang’s body. Many people think that Feng Zhang can’t hide without lifting the sword. Even Dong Zhao has a heart in his throat.
Who knows that Feng Zhang seems to have seen through Ma Chao for a long time, so it seems that when he flips his hand, he turns his right foot around the center of his left foot and crosses the whole person, then turns around and comes behind Ma Chao.
"good!" Whether you know or not, you can see that Feng Zhang’s dodge is really wonderful, especially Song Xian and Hou Cheng, who are screaming for good.
Ma Chao’s eyes suddenly lost. Feng Zhang’s figure was frightened and rushed forward. After turning, it was still a sword. The blade pointed at it or Feng Zhang’s chest.
Zhang Feng always thinks that Ma Chao’s face is too lost, and he doesn’t look good, and he no longer hides his backhand. He stands in front of the two-finger wide sword, and the tip of Ma Chao’s sword is impartial and just stung the body.
I don’t know if it’s Feng Zhang’s blocking or Ma Chao’s stabbing. A pile of loud cheers around him.
Ma Chao also knows that this man’s swordsmanship is unprecedented, and his posture is even more elusive like a ghost. Obviously, he still has a crush on himself, otherwise he will lose his face if he hides so smartly and elegantly.
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