"scared?"
Jiang Pengji sat by the stream to clean her hands, wiped the sword and the scabbard, and washed the blood on it.
When he lowered his head to wash, he found that the righteous daughter of Lu Zheng's family was looking at him, Jiang Pengji smiled and waved to her, calling someone to him.
Kang Xintong woke up like a dream, didn't know what to think, stepped forward with a blushing face, and bowed respectfully.
"The slaves were not frightened."
After all, Kang Xintong nodded heavily to make sure he wasn't frightened.
Jiang Pengji brushed the top of her hair with a slightly wet hand. The movement was not heavy, but it felt extra heavy and powerful. Even through the hair, you could feel the tenderness of the other's palm. Kang Xintong didn't dare to move, but the blush on his little face deepened a shade.
"To be scared is to be scared. I just saw that your face was almost whiter than the white clouds in the sky. Fear is not a shameful emotion, let alone that you are still a child." Jiang Pengji asked Kang Xintong to sit beside her, and the little girl acted reservedly Halfway through, his eyes couldn't stop flicking.
Kang Xintong said, "The slaves are indeed very afraid, but, but Lord Lanting is here, he is not afraid of anything."
Jiang Pengji looked at the undisguised admiration and joy in her eyes, and the corners of her lips couldn't help twitching.
"Yeah, Shaoyin should be pissed off when she finds out. The girl who took great care of me was kidnapped by me like this."
Jiang Pengji shook off the water stains on her hands, wiped the water droplets off the body of the Zhan Shen Dao with a handkerchief, and retracted the scabbard.
Kang Xintong said, "Foster father admires Lord Lanting very much, and he praises him in private!"
Jiang Pengji couldn't help but laugh, Lu Zheng was about to cry when he heard this, little girl.
Thinking of the "Red Lotus Saint" in Wei Ci's mouth, Jiang Pengji felt that the little girl in front of her was cuter.
There are countless possibilities in life, and I hope Kang Xintong's path will lead to a happy ending.
"Lanting Gong..."
Jiang Pengji responded and motioned Kang Xintong to continue.
Kang Xintong took a deep breath and said with a blushing face, "Do slave servants have the talent to practice martial arts?"
"Didn't you study literature with your adoptive father? I heard him talk about it, you seem to have a grand ambition to compete with scholars all over the world. People can't do two things with one heart. You might not be able to achieve your goals.”
Kang Xintong said, "Slaves can sleep one hour less every day."
"Nonsense, when I was growing up at a young age, I slept less than an hour to be careful not to grow taller."
Kang Xintong lowered his head in frustration and stared at the clogs on his feet.
"Why learn martial arts?"
Jiang Pengji is more patient with children, and Kang Xintong is no exception.
"Lanting Gong's heroic appearance is afraid that even the gods are not as good as the gods, and the servants are delighted!"
The hot confession doesn't have a hint of turbid color that is only available in the adult world, it is pure and fiery.
Before Jiang Pengji could react, Xian Yu had already started coaxing in the live broadcast room.
[Ghost Guo Fengxiao]: In this live broadcast room that sells dog meat, you can see any of your cute episodes except for the palace fight. Whether it is the basic love between men and men, the passion between men and women, or the love between women and women, there are a variety of popular styles for you to choose. I'm not talking about you, the anchor, can you accept your hormones, so that children will not be harmed.
[Master of Destiny]: I no longer believe that this is a serious live broadcast room, and the anchor is not a serious anchor...
[Little Thief Wushuang]: I will go bankrupt and buy a new CP stock. Although it is destined to be a loss, I will not regret it.
Jiang Pengji laughed, "For such a reason?"
Although her purpose is Huayuan, it is also true to level the civil unrest along the road. Nansheng has a vast territory, and Jiang Pengji's army nominally recaptured the entire Nansheng, but there are still many places where information is blocked by the rioters and rioters, and the local people are bullied.
I just brought up a chaotic party with a scale of more than a thousand. The chaotic party was a mob with no organization and no discipline. However, the number of people on both sides was not much different, but a wave of bandits rushed in, Jiang Pengji could only clean them up easily.
Coincidentally, this scene fell in the eyes of Kang Xintong.
For some reason, this girl came over and told her that she wanted to practice martial arts.
Kang Xintong blinked, with a determined light in his eyes.
"The slaves also want to hold the sword and hold the sword. If there is an accident, they will not be unable to protect themselves."
Her adoptive father could draw his sword, but she was the only drag, and there was nothing else to do but hide in the carriage.
What made it difficult for her to accept was not the corpses of the rioters, nor the face of death, but the power to face death without resistance.
Jiang Pengji said, "If you want to learn, ask your foster father to hire you a martial artist."
Kang Xintong said, "Martial master?"
"It's best to be a retired martial artist from the women's battalion. The fighting methods they have learned are more suitable for women's study."
Kang Xintong nodded, but his eyes flashed a bit of loss.
Jiang Pengji said, "I handed down all the methods that the female battalion soldiers learned."
When Kang Xintong heard this, his eyes lit up again, showing a pair of small dimples while showing a smile.
Lu Zheng frowned when he heard Kang Xintong wanted to learn martial arts, as if he didn't agree.
If you haven't learned the article well, then go to learn other things, not afraid of nothing
"Even if she learns, she can't never be alone or never be in danger. Some life-saving means are always good."
Lu Zheng sighed and acquiesced to this.
It happened that there were also female battalion soldiers accompanying him, but they could lay the foundation for Kang Xintong.
When they arrived in Ningzhou, they killed an unknown number of rioters along the way.
Jiang Pengji took a sip of water to moisten her lips, and sent someone to the old house in Huayuan and the vicinity of the clan to find out if there were any similar people.
Her luck was relatively good. This trip did not come in vain. There were indeed people who looked like Huayuan.
"Let's go see it tomorrow."
It was the turn of the seasons, the weather was colder than the other day, and there was a light rain in the early morning.
Lu Zheng asked Kang Xintong to wait at the inn, and the scattered people went out together, with only four entourages to guard the safety.
Jiang Pengji and the others put on inconspicuous attire and came to what the villagers call the "house" of a lunatic.
It is said to be a "residence", but it is actually an abandoned ruined temple, which neither shelters from the wind nor rain.
Thinking about last night's wind, this morning's rain, and thinking about Hua Yuan's current state, Wei Ci was already mentally prepared.
After all, he had previous life experience.
Jiang Pengji and Lu Zheng also made psychological preparations, but after all, they didn't see it with their own eyes, and there was a discrepancy between reality and imagination.
"It's quiet here."
Going up the rugged mountain road, you can vaguely see wisps of cooking smoke on the mountainside.
There is a small village with less than 30 households here, and when you get close, you can still see people walking around.
Not far from the village is a broken temple, Jiang Pengji heard children's laughter and beast-like growls from far away.
The more the "beast" roared and struggled, the more innocently the children laughed.
Hearing the movement, Wei Ci's face sank a little.