When the man heard the words "Picture poor dagger see", his eyes were slightly opened, and his expression became ferocious.
He immediately took out the sharp blade and rushed towards Jiang Pengji, the snow-white sharp blade slashed a white light in the air.
The distance between them is less than five steps. If he can seize the opportunity to kill this person, then it is worth losing his life.
However, Jiang Pengji is not a scumbag, and she will not be chased by people to run around in the tent—
She kicked away the desk that was placed in front of her, and the small desk flew towards the assassin.
The assassin didn't hide, he rushed towards Jiang Pengji and let the table fall on him.
He knew that his chance was only this time, and if he missed it, he would never have the chance to kill Jiang Pengji again.
Besides, it's just a table case, how painful can it be to hit on the body
If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji, the assassin's judgment would have been correct, even decisive.
It's a pity that the person who assassinated the assassin was Jiang Pengji. This person cannot be measured by common sense.
A wat board in her hand can become a murder weapon for dismembering a corpse. If a table case passes through her hand, will the lethality be less than that of a wat board
The assassin only had his own target in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand had already stabbed at Jiang Pengji's chest.
At the same time, the table case also flew head-on, hitting the assassin's chest accurately.
In the next moment, the table case made a cracking sound, the table legs were torn apart, and the wood fragments exploded.
The assassin felt that he was not smashed by the table case, but was clearly hit by the hill, and several sternums were interrupted in an instant.
Because of this powerful blow, the forward-leaning slaughter was more than a zhang in the opposite direction, and it fell to the ground like a rag doll.
The internal organs were shattered, and thick blood rushed to the throat, overflowing the mouth, and half of the face became bloody.
Jiang Pengji stood up leisurely, her expression calm as usual.
Adviser in the tent: "..."
It hasn't started yet, it's over.
Fengzhen maintained the action of saving the driver before, but his expression froze in an awkward arc, looking funny and embarrassing.
Although Wei Ci wasn't so exaggerated, the nervous worry on her face was not fake, and her pale lips were dyed pale.
"Lord, Lord—"
Feng Zhen looked at the sawdust on the ground in disbelief, doubting his own eyes.
This table is not made of wood, it is clearly made of pure gold and pure silver, otherwise, how could it have such a large lethality
Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, and there was no warmth in the eyes of the assassin.
The assassin was hit head-on by the table case, and the whole person flew upside down by more than ten feet. The sternum was almost shattered, and the internal organs were strung together by the shattered sternum. Seeing that he could not survive, "What are you shouting? The corpse is cleaned up, and I'll have nightmares if I keep it."
Fengzhen: "… "
Having nightmares
Lord, are you serious
Feng Zhen came back to his senses, and he found that he was so scared that he was sweating coldly all over his body, and his front and back were already wet with sweat.
The scene just now was really too thrilling. The distance between the lord and the assassin was less than five steps. The real moment of life and death—
If Jiang Pengji is killed, the great cause that has just started will be forced to end.
The three armies are without a leader, and the Northern Xinjiang has been cheapened in vain.
The guards outside heard the movement and broke into the tent. When they saw the assassin lying on the ground, they hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty.
Jiang Pengji's expression warmed up a little, and she said, "It's alright, you can just drag this person down—wait, this drawing is here to stay."
She picked up the topographic map inside the royal city, and the four guards each pulled one of the assassin's hands and feet and carried him out.
Who would have guessed that there was an assassination incident in the tent if there was still a large pool of fresh blood on the ground
The guard went out, and Wei Ci came out to plead guilty.
In any case, he brought this assassin to Jiang Pengji.
Failing to identify the assassin, he was guilty of oversight.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not to blame Zixiao, let alone an assassin, even a hundred or ten can't hurt me."
Feng Zhen, who was on the side, also helped persuade, "Beijiang thieves are not dead, I thought they were already at the end of the fight, but I didn't expect that they still had the strength to resist. Although Zixiao was at fault, it was not the main reason. Since the lord has forgiven, Zixiao should not worry too much. ."
Jiang Pengji couldn't beat Wei Ci, so she could only be punished for three months. Wei Ci felt that the punishment was too light and tried to make her a little harder.
"The top priority is not to hold you accountable, Beijiang is the culprit." Jiang Pengji frowned "impatiently", her tone was slightly "bad", "Zi Xiaozhen feels that he has made a mistake, I will ask you to settle it in the future, Now—no rush, no rush—”
The news of Jiang Pengji's assassination soon reached Sun Wen and Qi Guanrang's ears.
The two came in a hurry and found that the main tent was neatly furnished, and there was no confusion at all.
"I just heard that the lord was assassinated, is there any serious problem?"
Guan Qi's expression was relatively calm, but his clothes were a little crooked, and at first glance, he knew that he had arrived in a hurry, and his breathing was still a little short.
Jiang Pengji sneered mercilessly, "No, if the assassins are all at this level, they will only be a ghost if they can hurt me."
Hearing this, Sun Wen decisively swallowed the question.
Needless to say, my lord is definitely not the one who suffers.
"Zai Dao, look at this royal city blueprint—"
Jiang Pengji handed the blueprint brought by the assassin to Sun Wen, and Sun Wen took it and glanced at it, and he could roughly determine whether it was true or false.
"At least 80% sure that the blueprint is real. In order to assassinate the lord, Beijiang also had good intentions and used the real blueprint as bait."
Sun Wen murmured twice, and Jiang Pengji responded with a sneer.
"What good intentions, if you say that, the right minister is also pitiful."
Sun Wen frowned, "The assassin used the Northern Xinjiang Right Prime Minister as an excuse?"
Northern Xinjiang has always looked down on the Han family in the Central Plains, and the hostility is very heavy, and the right minister of Northern Xinjiang is a typical example.
Forgot to mention that the left minister of Northern Xinjiang is Wu Liba.
Unlike the Central Plains, where the right is respected, the northern Xinjiang has always respected the left.
"It's more than that—" Jiang Pengji said firmly, "In my opinion, the right minister is 80% really wanting to surrender, so the drawings he brought are also true, but he never expected that the messenger he sent was half-hearted. Intercept, Li Dai Tao Zong-"
Jiang Pengji became vigilant when she saw the assassin.
Because the assassin had killing intent towards her, if it was someone who really surrendered, that person might have malicious intent, but he would never dare to have killing intent.
Jiang Pengji also found that the other party's clothes didn't fit very well. Looking at the shrunken, others would think that it was crumpled in the basket, so it looked messy, but Jiang Pengji was very precise about the size. She knew it.
The clothes on the assassin are most likely not his own!
Jiang Pengji had learned about the Northern Xinjiang Court from Sun Wen. The Right Prime Minister despised the Central Plains very much. He often took pleasure in humiliating the Han people. He was a typical vulgar barbarian. How could this person devote himself to studying Han literature and edify his subordinates well. How much ink