Girl, there's something wrong with you

"Yuan Zhi, I..."

"Husband, why do you need to explain?" Xing Yunzhi showed a beautiful smile, held her hair and said softly, "Where you want to sleep is of course your freedom."

"It's just that you'd better tell me next time, otherwise I would have thought you were coming back last night and would have been waiting in the room stupidly."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay." Xing Yunzhi walked up to him, suddenly stretched out her hand and took off a piece of golden hair from her husband's collar, "Also, it's best to take a shower and change clothes, so as not to be caught later. People can see it.”

"...I know." Cheng Jinyang said awkwardly.

He had just left to take a bath, but the princess sister over there had already turned the corner and said with a smile:

"What, you're not jealous anymore?"

"There's no point in being jealous." Xing Yunzhi smiled faintly, "Besides, it will only leave a negative impression of jealousy on him."

"Not bad, Ah Zhi." The princess sister raised her eyebrows and smiled, "You have become more aware. Are you not jealous now?"

"My purpose is not to defeat my love rival." Xing Yunzhi said calmly, "but to maintain my relationship with him."

"Why?" Princess Sister asked in surprise.

"Because I love him." Xing Yunzhi replied, "Being jealous in order to gain his favor only ended up alienating him even more. Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?"

As soon as these words came out, the princess sister really looked at her with admiration.

"Yuan Zhi." She said meaningfully, "If you really think so, then others will really be unable to compete with you in the future."

"I said it. It means nothing to me if we can't argue." Xing Yunzhi smiled slightly, turned and left.

The princess sister stared at her back, thinking to herself, is this really irrefutable?

Or is the best good like water, don't fight for it, and use a smarter method?

Sichuan, Chengdu.

As Longxiang's army gathered in the direction of Xiangyang, directly threatening the direction of Wuguan, Chenghan's side also became a little nervous.

In Miss Wang's words, Long Xiangjun just farted, and Cheng Han also wanted to know if it was directed at him.

There was a sudden increase in the number of soldiers patrolling the streets, and many shops were inspected and blocked because they were "suspected of endangering the safety of Chenghan."

There are both small shops with little background and large shops with deep backgrounds.

To some extent, this shows the weakening of the control of the warlord Cheng Han on the grassroots level - the soldiers responsible for the investigation neither know the background behind the shops nor care about them, let alone the possible consequences of treating them roughly.

The base where Miss Wang and Teacher Li lurked was a teahouse in an old street in Chengdu. The usual business volume was not large, and most of them were repeat customers, so they escaped the first wave of investigations.

However, with the beginning of the second and third waves of martial law, the scope of unrest gradually expanded to Lao Cai.

"Wanrou." On the second floor of the teahouse, Li Qingwan hurriedly walked up from the stairs and said, "There will be another round of inspections at noon today, and we were notified in advance that the business will be closed for rectification."

"Ignore it." Miss Wang said leisurely.

"Is this okay?" Li Qingwan said worriedly, "The fishing gear shop next door has already sent money to the city patrol. Should we also..."

"That's seeking death." Miss Wang sneered.

"Seek death?" Li Qingwan was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

In other words, the city patrol guards did not know the profitability of the shops on the old street, so they warned and intimidated them in advance and threatened the shopkeepers to hand over bribes.

Then, based on the amount of the bribe, you can determine how well your store can withstand the fine, and then you can pay in a targeted manner...

After she wanted to understand the reason, she showed a somewhat dumbfounded expression.

After all, it is a warlord force. This method of governance is not only inferior, but also too rough. No wonder it has become the current incompatible situation with the local forces in Sichuan and Shu.

If the money is paid regularly and nothing happens, everyone will treat it as protection money, just to buy peace of mind.

This has to be done every now and then, and it is clear that we are going to drain the lake and drain the marrow. Who can bear it?

Ye Ru suddenly teleported in front of the two of them and said:

"The investigation outside has begun. Soldiers are rushing into the store door to door. Anyone who fails to close the store as required will be fined 10,000 yuan... What do you think? Do you want me to take you to move and escape?"

"No need." Miss Wang put down the book in her hand.

"Okay, just prepare the fine." Ye Ru stared at her face and said suddenly, "Also, you'd better not go out in person and let the waiter in the store handle it."

"There is no fine." Wang Wanrou said lightly, "I don't have time to argue with them."

She stood up and walked down the stairs to the lobby downstairs.

Li Qingwan and Ye Ru didn't know why, but Cheng Jinyang gave them the task of protecting Miss Wang, so they could only follow her downstairs and never leave.

In the hall, a waiter disguised as an infiltration force approached him with a smile on his face. However, he was hit by a soldier who broke in with a rifle butt, causing a wound on his forehead and bleeding.

Another soldier carrying a gun ran to the counter, turned on the computer, and began to check the accounts.

Then he shook his head at his gun-wielding companion, which meant, "Business is too bad to squeeze out any profit."

The soldier holding the gun sneered and said angrily:

"Commander of the city defense, all shops in the old street are closed for rectification. Violators will be fined 10,000 yuan. Do you want to pay the fine now, or should I handcuff you to the detention center and let your boss redeem you with the fine?"

"Sir, please be patient. I'll go and inform the boss upstairs immediately." The waiter's face was covered in blood, but he was still smiling. "Sir, please sit here for a while, and I will make tea for you two."

"Go, go!" The soldier just felt a little thirsty, so he sent him to make tea quickly... Huh?

The eyes of the two soldiers fell on Wang Wanrou who was walking down the stairs.

This is an indescribable beauty: at first glance, there is nothing outstanding, but when put together, it is the ultimate perfection. The eyes, nose, lips, face shape, the curvature of the neck, the graceful curves of the upper body...

Unknowingly, the two of them had swallowed countless mouthfuls of saliva, and it took them five or six seconds to come back to their senses.

"Hey!" The gun-wielding soldier spoke first. Although he tried to make a vicious and intimidating expression, he subconsciously smiled in a flattering way for some reason, resulting in a very strange facial expression. "You are from this store..."

"Shut up!" Wang Wanrou said coldly, "Obey me!"

The expressions of the two soldiers were stunned for a moment.

Then they put their heels together and performed a mechanical military salute:

"yes!"

The waiter was watching all this with awe and enthusiasm.

He is the secret guard of the Wang family in Taiyuan, specializing in infiltration and lurking. On the surface, he was sent by Wang Maohong to support the Beifu Army's operations, but in fact he was sent to protect the safety of Miss Wang.

It was precisely because he was born in the Wang family that he knew what kind of state Wang Wanrou had achieved with her instant control just now.

Ordinary ideological stamps must resonate with the thoughts of the person being stamped through the words of the person who stamps the stamp.

The method of resonance synchronization is to let the person who is sealed speak the words of agreement.

However, if the power of Thought Seal becomes more powerful, the restrictions on the activation of this power will be weakened accordingly.

A typical example is the mind amplifier, which can use ultra-high-precision thought scanning to capture the desired thoughts from the subconscious mind of the person being stamped, and form a resonance - there is no need for the other person to say it personally, as long as it exists in the subconscious mind. Just the idea.

The subconscious mind is irrational. For example, when people stand on a high place and look down, most people will have the subconscious thought of "wanting to jump down and try it."

Of course, this idea will be blocked by rational thinking of self-preservation.

Today, Miss Wang's computing power is so powerful that she can directly capture the other party's subconscious thoughts and resonate with them without the need for a mental amplifier, thereby activating the thought stamp.

As long as the opponent stands on a high place, Miss Wang can make him jump down.

As long as the other person is intimidated by her beauty, she can take advantage of the male's instinct to please and twist it into unconditional obedience.

This is the power of the high-level ideological stamp!