The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 675 Chapter 675

Feng Zhen gave sufficient evidence, Yang Si didn't know how to refute.

Could it be said that the words of the protagonist's day were only teasing him, but if so, how would Wei Ci explain it?

Could it be that these two guys are so bored that they are playing together?

"... I believe in love or not." Yang Si couldn't come up with a real hammer, and could only cope with this kind of oil. "If the protagonist is really a woman ..."

Feng Zhen's eyes squinted and said, "If it's really a woman, I'll immediately go to the street to pull someone home to marry and protect my loyalty."

Feng really said nothing.

Yang Si smiled dryly, "... reliable, guessing, no one sees you ..."

Feng Zhen also smiled back, he felt safe.

Opening his mouth is cheap, "also, a good family man like Zixiao is on the side, how can I not look at me like this."

Yang Si: "..."

The two met each other inside the elegant room of Zhikezhai, and there was a mysterious silence.

Fengzhen asked indefinitely, "How confident are you about the lord?"

Yang thought to answer "ten percent", after all the parties acknowledged it, but he couldn't answer that way.

Vaguely authentic, "more than 60%."

Feng Zhen's mentality of converging and joking, his expression calmed down, and his tone was a little bit more oppressive.

"Are you here to tell me the bottom?"

Yang Si was faint inside, but on the surface he smiled sincerely.

"Naturally a joke."

Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed.

If Yang Si had died before he died, he would think that the other party was a joke, after all, "the protagonist's gender is female" is too thrilling.

Now Yang Si frankly said that this was a "joking", but Feng Zhen did not dare to treat it as a "joking".

However, he did not follow up.

It does n’t make sense, and it wastes time.

Want to know whether the protagonist is male or female, the most irrefutable evidence is the protagonist's body.

If Feng is really curious, just go and ask those Hua Niangs.

He frowned, thinking of it here.

Not to mention it, he didn't find a detail-when talking about the main character's visit to the youth building, he hadn't actually stayed there once, and didn't even recruit any flower girl to accompany him to bed. Every time I treat the Qinglou as a restaurant, leave after eating and drinking.

Feng Zhen chewed the rice, the taste was the same, and his thoughts drifted away.

The protagonist is very old. It is the age when it is easy to be emotional and burn the gun. The young body is difficult to withstand the provocation of the opposite sex. Although the flower maids are not in the natural beauty, they are also in the flower years. It ’s more attractive than the body appearance ... not to mention others, Feng came from this age. If he is a normal male, he won't be furious?

If the protagonist's backyard has a room or a pass through, there are people who don't think that the flower lady is clean, even if they are choked by their throats, they will pretend to be all right, and bear to go home to find his wife. Nothing, clean.

Now thinking, there are doubts everywhere.

Or, the protagonist is Liu Xiahui, who really has no desire or desire, sits in confusion and is a peerless gentleman.

Either, the protagonist is X incompetent, and he can't stand up in the face of Tianzi ...

If it's the second kind, it's a bit of an egg. If you can't stand up, you can't give birth to an heir. Without an heir means no foundation.

Or, the protagonist is not a man, he or she is a woman!

In the face of these three situations, Feng Zhen hopes that it is the first one, but looking at the old driver ’s driver as a pie, he does n’t seem to be a pure gentleman.

Isn't it true that it's a woman?

When the "female" label was affixed to Jiang Yanji, Feng Zhen felt that there were two battles, and he felt scared.

too terrifying.

At the same time, Feng Zhen was still struggling with the mystery of the protagonist's gender, and Jiang Yanji was discussing with Wei Ci.

"There is nothing else to leave you behind. It's great to hear Zi Xiaodan Qing, please ask you to make a painting."

Compared with Yang Si's brain hole, the two parties did not have any abnormalities.

"Drawing?" Wei Ci asked, "what will the protagonist draw?"

Jiang Yanji said, "Blue bricks, to be precise, should be houses built with blue bricks."

Wei Ci contemplates, and the audience in the live broadcast is also the second monk who is scratching his head, but the anchor doesn't give any hint. Why guess?

"Does the protagonist want to ... sell blue bricks?"

After all, it was the "old wife and wife" of the last life, plus Wei Ci's IQ was not low, and the truth was immediately felt.

Other people's alliances are fighting for benefits. It is estimated that their protagonists join the alliance to pit people.

"No, how much profit can I get from the sale of green bricks?" Jiang Yanji smiled with Wei Ci's extremely familiar, which was a prelude to the pit people. "I want to sell the technology of making green bricks. Blue bricks are made of mud, not gold. It ’s big and heavy, how much money can I sell? If the technology of making green bricks is sold, I can make a fortune, what do you think of this proposal? "

Wei Ci frowned. According to the general thinking, he did not agree.

However, the person who put forward this opinion is the protagonist. There must be her thinking behind it, and she cannot be killed with a single stick.

In the face of Jiang Yanji, Wei Ci thinks habitually, so as to make sure nothing is wrong.

After half a ring, Wei Ci asked headlessly, "Who does the protagonist want to sell to?"

The smile on Jiang Yanji's face was even brighter, she knew that Wei Ci had figured out her original intention.

"Whoever is near Maruju, I will give priority to whom."

Wei Ci was speechless, and the lord's heart was really dark.

As Jiang Yanji said, blue brick is very good for construction and its raw materials are very cheap, but it has a problem-the shipping cost is almost hundreds of times higher than the production cost. In other words, if you want to build with blue bricks, you must build a brick kiln locally.

Jiang Yanji sold the blue brick manufacturing technology, which is a very hidden trap.

She let the enemy be the head of the injustice, make a contribution and make a fortune, dragging down the pace of the enemy ’s development. This is one of them; wait for Jiang Yanji to stabilize his foundation, thoroughly digest the Maru forces, turn his head and hit the enemy again, and take care of the construction after the war Now, this is the second.

"Because of the horse plague, the three territories of the northern Xinjiang have fallen to the bottom of the economy, the horse farm is almost deserted, and the fighting force has been reduced by 80%, 90%. If you want to slow down, no one can do it for three or five years. Before that, we have to Strengthen Marushu's power while further expanding the site. "

Jiang Yanji's target is also the northern tribe.

However, relying on the strength of Chongzhou, Maruju, and Kori-gun, she could not completely wipe out northern Xinjiang, so she still needed to grow further.

Or, at the same time, find ways to weaken the enemy.

Jiang Yanji narrowed his eyes while thinking.

"Zixiao, what do you think Beijiang depends on besides cavalry and horses?"

Wei Ci stared at her, blandly, "grass."

Jiang Yanji said, "It's my heart."

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent, and the audience in the live broadcast shivered.

If you remember correctly ... the three northern territories ... are they nomads?

_ (: з ”∠) _ Beijiang has already suffered a loss once, so if you want to pit them, you have to change another method.

Northern Tribes [Hugs trembling]: QAQ 嘤 嘤 嘤

(End of this chapter)