Jiang Pengji looked at the woman calmly, without saying a word, as if thinking about something.
Feng Zhen, who was on the side, saw the woman's appearance, his originally dull eyes instantly brightened, and a few wisps of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
Don't look at Feng Zhen's bohemian love for freedom, but in a certain respect, this Feng prodigal is a "dedicated" person.
How many beauties are there in the world
There are countless people who are embarrassed by the moon, thin and fat in the swallow.
Three thousand beautiful women, Feng Zhen only loves Yujie.
If it weren't for the mature sister Yu, no matter how good-looking a woman was, in his eyes, she would still be bland and tasteless.
The plain-clothed woman in front of her happened to be Fengzhen's favorite type.
The face is like a goose egg, and the skin is like cream. A pair of red phoenix eyes, slender eyes, hooked inward and warped outward, two curved eyebrows like willow leaves in February. She has bright eyes, a slender figure, and a waist like a willow. Even if she wears light-colored clothes, she still can't hide her mature intelligence.
According to Fengzhen's standard, he can give this woman a high score of over 90.
Although beauty is good, it is not necessary to keep it as one's own. Fengzhen's mentality is still mostly appreciative.
Seeing that his lord did not speak, Feng Zhen smiled and said, "Is what Madam said true?"
The woman secretly squeezed the soft catkins in her sleeves, but answered calmly on her face.
"Everything you say is true, how dare a little woman gamble with her own life?"
The woman raised her lips and smiled, as if her previous anxiety and worry were all dazzling.
Hanchang Pass was breached by the enemy, there were shouts of killing everywhere, and the servants and maids were busy fleeing, how could they care about the family
The woman was born in Hejian County and married to Cangzhou in the 29th year.
Although she was a noblewoman, she also knew what would happen to the families of the enemy generals after the city was destroyed.
Before Jiang Pengji arrived, the soldiers looted money, killed the fleeing servants indiscriminately, and had evil thoughts on the servant girl in the house.
When the concubines in the other side chambers had no masters, the woman resolutely summoned the female relatives and children to retreat to the inner courtyard, and resisted for a while by the wall. When hiding in the inner courtyard, she heard the movement of several maids being caught by the enemy soldiers, and the miserable voice even overshadowed the shouting and killing outside.
Therefore, when the gate of the inner courtyard was kicked open, the woman mistakenly thought that Jiang Pengji and others were not good people.
If you don't do anything, all the female relatives in the yard will end up worrying, and it will be difficult for a few children to save their lives.
In desperation, the woman simply moved out of Jiang Pengji, hoping to have a chance.
She really knew Jiang Pengji, and she had some contact with her when she was young, and it was not a lie to say that she was an "old friend".
Feng Zhen looked at the woman, then turned to look at his lord, who was staring at him with black and white eyes.
"This is interesting. My lord is in front of you. If you are really my lord's old friend, why didn't you recognize it?"
He looked at the woman with a half-smile, and the other party quickly understood what Fengzhen meant, and the already pale face suddenly lost a trace of blood.
"Liu, Liu Xi?"
The woman turned her gaze and landed on Jiang Pengji who was in the center, with a bit of disbelief in her words.
She really didn't expect Jiang Pengji to be right in front of her!
Feng Zhen was about to raise his lips, but his lord nodded to the woman.
"Well, long time no see."
Fengzhen: "… "
no-
Is this woman really an old acquaintance of the lord
Feng Zhen was dumbfounded, and so were the audience. They didn't have the perverted memory of Jiang Pengji.
After a commotion, the ancient boss who had been diving for a long time jumped out.
[Smuggling to Africa]: Yeah—this young lady looks familiar, I remember that she was one of the noble girls who appeared when the anchor started the live broadcast, or Shangguan Wan's handkerchief. I frantically rummaged through the notes in the live studio just now, and finally found her - Wan Xiu'er!
[Guo Fengxiao, a ghostly talent]: rub—big guy, you’re still alive—
[Qilin]: Worship the boss!
[Shoveler]: Worship the boss!
[Meet you at the age of two]: Come on, Poke Ball! Catch a big guy alive!
Anyone who knows the live broadcast room knows that the first viewer in the live broadcast room is this [Smuggling to Africa], and the original recorded video was also circulated from him. It is said that this person is also the founder of the Empress Live Forum and the column editor of related magazines.
There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that there are local tyrants who spend millions just to buy his ancient ID, but unfortunately they refuse to sell it.
The woman was Wan Xiu'er, who had several relationships with Jiang Pengji back then.
When she heard Jiang Pengji's response, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't know from which mountain of corpses Jiang Pengji crawled out from the sea of blood, and she was covered in blood, which made people terrified.
How could she recognize such a terrifying appearance
You know, the last time they met was eight years ago!
Jiang Pengji was much taller than ordinary women, and even many men looked up at her. Wearing armor, wearing a helmet, holding a pair of hammers, and simply standing there, that is a young general full of heroic spirit, who would think of her as a female eunuch.
"Your husband's house?"
Jiang Pengji frowned slightly when she saw her attire.
If Wan Xiu'er's husband was an enemy general at Hanchangguan, even the corpse would be cold by now.
Although Jiang Pengji would not be merciful, she killed her husband as soon as she met, making her a widow, which was somewhat embarrassing.
Wan Xiu'er sighed softly, her expression calm.
"My husband's family is the guard of Han Changguan, and now - I guess he has already reported to the Palace of the King of Hell."
The more calm the other party was, the more embarrassed Jiang Pengji became.
Wan Xiuer died of her husband, and her reaction was flat, but her husband's concubine and children were crying, and she didn't even care about her image.
Hearing this movement, Wan Xiu'er lowered her eyelids indifferently and sneered at the corner of her lips.
Jiang Pengji was also cheeky, and the embarrassment didn't last long, so she calmly said, "I'm thinking of friendship with you and me, and when the war stops, I'll return your husband's body, so it's safe to be buried in the ground anyway, so that the corpse won't be destroyed. wilderness."
Wan Xiu'er said, "I am your prisoner. Thunder and rain are all graces. If the deceased husband can obtain the whole body, it will be considered a good start and a good end."
Her reaction angered the crying concubines, who scolded her one by one.
"You old shrew who can't give birth, the master treats you well on weekdays, but now that he's gone, you won't even shed a single tear—"
"Could it be that you cursed the master to death early, so why don't you climb another high branch?"
"What a poisonous heart, lady snake and scorpion, you will have retribution sooner or later!"
Several flower-like concubines cried and cried, and several immature children's nests choked in their arms.
Wan Xiu'er didn't even bother to raise her brows.
Seeing this, Jiang Pengji ordered people to take these noisy women and children down. The actions were not rough, but they were not gentle enough.
"Look at this, you haven't had a good time all these years."
Wan Xiu'er tucked her loose sideburns behind her ears, her expression calm.
"Backyard girls, most of them are like this. How many people can there be in the world who are as unrestrained as you?"