Bo Jichen was stunned when he was hit. He instinctively caught the box that his darling had thrown at him, and called out to the Emperor, who was angrily turning to leave, "Darling, don't go! What is this?"
His Majesty the Emperor left decisively, without looking back.
Bo Jichen watched his beloved's back as he hugged the box, muttering to himself, "I was fighting so hard yesterday I didn't buy anything, so where did this stuff come from?"
"Hahaha!" Jiang Si mocked mercilessly, "What a huge bowl of dog food! It almost made me burst! Hahahaha!"
Bo Jichen withdrew his gaze, glanced at the personal terminal, and stubbornly said, "Laughing, laughing, what right do you have to laugh when you don't even know what meat tastes like?"
"You're just jealous, jealous that my sweetheart gave me things, that you're wearing sexy little clothes, and that your husband wants to be your dad!"
Jiang Si remained unperturbed, neither angry nor annoyed, her mockery unabated. Suddenly realizing, she exclaimed, "So it was something His Majesty sent you! Open it quickly and let me see, so I can be envious!"
"Then you just wait and see!" Bo Jichen gently placed the box on the ground, rolled up his sleeves, and opened the box while bragging and showing off his affection, forcing Jiang Si to watch their love: "This box of stuff is huge, it's definitely something my sweetheart picked out for me, worth 200,000 yuan, carefully selected and brand new. Look at this..."
Bo Jichen casually took out a gag, with a small bell on the black strap. He raised it, and the bell made a pleasant sound, which stopped his voice from flowing.
Jiang Si sighed and asked innocently, "What kind of divine gift did His Majesty send you? I don't understand it at all."
Bo Jichen shook the gag, then casually pulled out a small leather whip, a dog hood, a dog leash, and a transparent, open-crotch jumpsuit...
Seeing this, Bo Jichen finally understood why Qinqin was angry. Grinding his teeth, his purple eyes blazed with beautiful fury: "Little Jiang, you did this!"
Jiang Si stared straight into his eyes, grinned, and lied through her teeth: "Sorry, Daddy, the signal is bad, I can't hear what you're saying!"
"Little Jiang Jiang..."
"Ah, you're going to try out that box of stuff. Oh, and don't forget to write down your thoughts for His Majesty after you're done. I'm not talking to you anymore, there's no signal, goodbye!"
Jiang Si cut off the quantum computer, collapsed onto the sofa, and thinking of Bo Gouzei's colorful, teeth-gritting face, she punched the sofa and burst into laughter.
After laughing for a while, she got up from the sofa, turned on her personal computer, and as soon as she logged into the StarNet, she saw the breaking news: "What bandit-suppression hero? Imperial General Bo Jichen is actually kneeling on a washboard, what's going on?"
"What a gratifying thing it is that military academy students, who were in their nightmare more than a decade ago, were forced to kneel on washboards and have their heads pressed down while singing 'Conquer'?!"
"A high-ranking military official, a nightmare for military academy students, a teacher of the Imperial Marshal, kneeling on a washboard for two hours, two hours—is this moral decay, or a loss of humanity?"
The comments under these explosive topics were even more varied. Some people said, "When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked. Bo Xilai, that useless old dog, can only kneel on a washboard and be sold!"
"My idol, my General, is just like a man's little brother, flexible and adaptable, big or small, assertive or submissive. I admire you!"
"Don't miss out! The Imperial General, the Emperor's brother-in-law, is kneeling to promote this amazing washboard! Not 1998, not 998, just 560 for two! It's an essential household item, perfect for letting your husband kneel on it to wash clothes! Yay!"
Jiang Si couldn't stop laughing as she scrolled through the comments. Using her Level 7 Plant Healer account, she retweeted a screenshot of his humiliating live-streaming sales session, along with a nine-grid image of a washboard: "To be so close to the General and the Imperial Brother-in-law, start by owning the same items as him. You deserve it!"
The internet is always bustling.
Jiang Si's comment brought the excitement to a fever pitch, with her devoted fans clamoring, "Order! Order! We must order! Order 10!"
"Even the experts say it's good, so it must be good. I was still hesitant before, but now I have to buy it! Buy, buy, buy!"
"Hey boss, don't neglect your work! Why don't you learn from your good neighbor 'Zombie Isn't a Corpse'? Her fruits and vegetables are about to hit the market, let's make some together!"
"Boss, boss, a washboard is nothing! If you were selling fruit, I could buy it all without breaking a sweat. Please give me that chance and let me buy it all!"
I want to buy them all!
They turned back and started planting on a large scale on the reborn star.
With a population of 3 billion, the empire ensures that everyone can enjoy fresh fruits and vegetables.
No one will be able to handle it all then.
Just as Jiang Si was wondering whether she should use the "Zombie is Not a Corpse" account to promote Bo the scoundrel again, three urgent knocks sounded on the door.
She casually logged out, picked up the note her cheap husband had written for her that he had tossed on the table, stuffed it into the box of dried lemon slices, went to the door, opened it, and saw several hunting legion major generals with bruised and swollen faces standing there, grinning and showing their big white teeth as they greeted her: "Good morning, Madam!"
Jiang Si went out, closed the door behind her, and asked, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
If you didn't know that Madam was a ruthless little cutie.
They would exclaim that the lady was so young and tender.
Look, the pink bunny ear hoodie I wore yesterday.
Today I wore a gray outfit with a rabbit tail again.
The rabbit's tail was short, small, and fluffy, just below the hem of the clothes.
The lady, dressed in this outfit, looked exactly like a harmless white-tailed gray rabbit.
Si Zhang was pushed forward and approached his mistress, cautiously saying, "Madam, this is what happened..."
“Just call me A-Jiang!” Jiang Si interrupted him, “That’s more friendly!”
The group: "..."
The lady is so down-to-earth.
They could have subdued them with their fists, but they subdued them with the power of the earth!
Si Zhang quickly changed his address, no longer daring to call her A Jiang, but instead calling her Miss A Jiang, and said in a very flattering tone, "Miss A Jiang, it's like this, our main battle battalion is having a match with the vanguard team, and we would like to invite you to come and watch!"
Jiang Si squinted and scrutinized Si Zhang: "Your main battle battalion and vanguard team have a competition. Is it inappropriate for someone like me, on leave, to go and watch?"
Si Zhang blurted out, "Perfect, perfect! You're the perfect person to visit, no one is more suitable than you!"
Rong Mengping joined in the persuasion: "Yes, yes, you were an inspector not long ago, and before that you were the legendary ruthless killer in our hunting legion. Now you are our wife! In terms of both sentiment and reason, you are suitable, very suitable!"
Leia quickly added, "Yes, yes, madam, no one is more suitable than you. Considering that our bruised and battered commander won't let us lie in the treatment pod, can you be our cheerleaders and cheer us on?"
One or two of them had bruises and swelling on their faces, but their cheap husbands wouldn't let them lie down in the treatment pod for treatment.
Let them parade around with those awful faces, inviting her to cheer them on?
Jiang Si crossed her arms, glanced at them, and said in a cold voice, "Gentlemen, I'm giving you a chance to tell the truth!"
A chill ran through the group, and they exchanged glances.
Immediately, the group of people squatted down on the ground.
Jiang Si took a step back, looking down at them: "Oh dear, are you guys being shameless or trying to scam me? Can you take a beating?"
The leaders of the Hunting Legion, as seen by the other nine legions, squatted on the ground, clutching their earlobes, heads held high, their faces bruised and swollen, and pitifully said in unison: "Madam, the commander-in-chief got up before 5 a.m. to reprimand us! After reprimanding us, he temporarily added a senior colonel or above from the main combat battalion to fight the vanguard."
"The commander-in-chief is personally leading the vanguard to fight us. He said that whoever loses will have to hand-wash clothes for the enemy camp for three months. Madam, please have pity on the children and go and give us some support!"
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