Huang Song subconsciously didn't want to agree, and felt a little hesitant in his heart.
Jiang Pengji didn't wait for him to come up with words to evade, and made a joke.
"Bo Gao, I beg you for Mr. Nie, you won't be reluctant, will you?"
"Why can't you bear it? Lan Ting is willing to let Cheng Yun accompany him, this is his trust—" He said so, but Huang Song knew very well in his heart that if Yuan Xin's hostility was too obvious, Jiang Pengji would be dissatisfied, and he would not be afraid. Take such precautionary measures.
Jiang Pengji asked the army to be stationed in Qianyan County, and only brought 5,000 to rush here, which also took a huge risk.
She is very cautious and rejects people who are hostile to her, Huang Song can fully understand.
Yuan Xin drank a little too much, and when he heard that Nie Xun was going to get close to Jiang Pengji's family again, a certain nerve tensed up.
"The old man is just a rude man, and he can't say anything good-hearted—Hiccup—Liuzhou Shepherd's honorable, mere Nie Chengyun, and the weight is not enough, how can it match my Lord's friendship for Liuzhou Shepherd? When it spreads, outsiders still don't say that my Lord neglects the distinguished guests, I don't know the etiquette?" Yuan Xin drank his cheeks flushed, but the tiger's eyes were not cloudy, but flickered with a stern look, "I heard—hic—I heard that Liuzhou Mu and Feng Biejia are also young friends, and Feng Biejia is my Lord's most trusted friend. Right arm, if there is wind, don't drive with me, then it's not rude."
As he spoke, while burping, the wine bottle in his hand trembled with most of the liquor, as if he was not lightly drunk.
In fact, this person seems to be drunk but not drunk, and his mind is still very clear.
There was only one thought in his mind, he must not let Nie Xun and Jiang Pengji get too close!
Little did he know that his act of vigilance put Nie Xun in an awkward position.
Huang Song's face was a little bad, and he could only help Yuan Xin to apologize to Jiang Pengji with a dry smile.
Feng Jue, who was sitting at the bottom, was about to come out to speak, when Jiang Pengji said with a tired and boring expression, "That's it—what are you doing with such precautions, what is the family talking about? If Huaijie has time, Bo Gao is willing to let people go, Come with me over there—"
Seeing this, Feng Jue reluctantly swallowed the accusation and said, "Liuzhou Mu will not abandon her, Jue will serve her."
The atmosphere of the banquet was already weird, and now it was even more stagnant.
Huang Song tried his best to ease the atmosphere, but everyone still didn't know what to eat, and suspicion and vigilance flowed among each other.
Jiang Pengji pretended to be drunk and left the stage, and returned to the tent arranged by Huang Song.
She had someone pour herself a basin of cold water, and then buried her entire face in the icy water.
After holding it for a while, Jiang Pengji raised her head and closed her eyes to find the position of the cloth towel.
I grabbed the cloth and wiped off the water stains on my face. My originally pale face was flushed with cold water and the cloth.
When I opened my eyes, I happened to see the barrage on the screen, and most of the audience were comforting Jiang Pengji.
Although they were just spectators, the strange atmosphere of the banquet and the unnatural relationship between old friends made everyone feel that something was wrong.
[Ink Painting Years]: I feel sorry for the anchor, the characters are human and not, it's really cruel.
[Red Banxi Maple]: I stayed up all night chasing Kaifeng Tiantuan last night, and today I watched the scene of the anchor and Huang Song, and suddenly I remembered that the crab said to Baozi that we will never be the same again - oh my god, we got stuck. Both knives broke my heart.
Even if the audience had already prepared for the match between the anchor and Huang Song, they still felt uncomfortable when they actually saw this scene.
In this regard, Jiang Pengji can only say that they are still too emotional.
[Anchor V]: If I were Bogao today, guess what I would do? Set up a feast of Hongmen, cut the grass and root, and it is a hundred. Bo Gao didn't do this, not because he didn't think of it or because he didn't have such a poisonous heart, it was just because he was unsure, and secondly, he had concerns.
Although it was only two short sentences, the audience felt the indifference and unfeeling rushing towards them.
The audience was stunned for a while, and many people felt that Jiang Pengji was thinking too darkly, and couldn't help but refute.
[Crab yellow buns push for a lifetime]: If Huang Song is really so bad, why didn't he do anything at the banquet? This is his home court, poisoning or setting up an ambush in advance, and you haven't brought many people with you as the anchor. In the real Hongmen Banquet, no matter how you look at it, Huang Song has a higher chance of winning.
Jiang Pengji smiled, with a cold expression on his face.
[Anchor V]: Bo Gao has seen me kill people, but no one under him can stop me, so he said he was not sure. If he really wants to do it, he must be the one who will die first. As for concerns - if Bo Gao and I fight, it will be cheaper for others, and it will not be worth it.
At this time, Feng Jue sent someone to send Huang Song, who smelled of alcohol, back to the backyard, and Mrs. Qi hurriedly sent someone to get the hangover soup.
"Ma'am, put the sober soup first, let me get drunk for a while—"
Huang Song supported his swollen brain, and supported the low table in his right hand, breathing heavily and tiredly.
"How much did Lang Jun drink today?" Madam Qi said angrily, "You still dare to go against the doctor's advice and drink uncontrollably?"
Huang Song said with a big tongue, "I didn't drink much, I'm only half drunk—it's good to be drunk, at least I won't be thinking about it—"
"Crazy thoughts?" Mrs. Qi was surprised.
Huang Song leaned on Mrs. Qi's shoulder, buried herself in her neck, lowered her voice, "Lanting only brings 5,000 elites, this is a good opportunity, and maybe there is no better opportunity than this. But— You can't be reckless, let alone lose your footing."
He has to restrain his inner demons and greed, lest he make stupid decisions that he regrets.
Instead of clearing your mind, it's better to get half-drunk and use the headache as a distraction.
Mrs. Qi was startled for a moment, as if she could not digest this fact immediately.
"Langjun means, you are actually-"
"This idea hasn't been put into action yet, I'm just thinking about it in my mind-" Huang Song shook his head with a slightly drunk face, "I'm not as good as Lanting in this regard--if I bring 5,000 elites and wait for me today, it must be It's a Hongmen banquet with a lot of murderous intentions and no life, she has no worries - I can't, I dare to do other things, she can crush my neck first - "
The scene where Jiang Pengji used a wat board to dismember a living person in the courtroom was so impressive that she occasionally had nightmares about that scene.
Of course, if the Hongmen Banquet can work, Huang Song will not miss this opportunity.
He didn't do it, it was exactly what Jiang Pengji said—
One is not sure, and the other is concerned.
The next day, Feng Jue and Nie Xun came over early in the morning.
"Where is Meng Zhan being held at the moment?"
Jiang Pengji followed her usual habit, brushing her teeth, washing and changing clothes in the morning, looking refreshed.
Feng Jue cupped his hands and said, "Meng Thief is locked in the dungeon."
"I'll go see him in person." Jiang Pengji glanced at him and ordered two people, "Zixiao, Shijiu, you follow."
Li Yun asked Ying, "The lord walks alone outside, and the two gentlemen are not very skilled in martial arts, so please let the lord agree to follow him at the end."
Li Yun's words were not excessive, but when the relationship between Jiang Pengji and Huang Song was tense, it sounded strange.