"Master—"
"Take the assassin!!!"
Everything happened too suddenly. When they recovered, Jiang Pengji, who was sitting on the main stage, was already in a pool of blood.
The student who was stabbing didn't have time to do anything else. The warhorse under the crotch received a heavy punch and roared in pain. Before the student could make any move, he saw a man grabbing the horse's neck and jumping up, sweeping the general. He fell off his horse and fell to his eyes.
"Remove his jaw, break his hands and feet, and don't let people die!" Jiang Nongqin didn't even glance at the assassin, she swung him by the neck, and threw him to the lieutenant generals and soldiers. She looked as fierce as a Rakshasa, He quickly ordered, "Call the generals to block the school grounds and camps. From now on, not a single fly will be allowed to fly out. Who dares to resist the order and kill them on the spot! Did you hear that!!!"
"The last will obey!"
Jiang Nongqin was shocked and angry at this time, and she acted extremely resolutely, and directly sent troops to surround the school audience and students.
The students were so frightened by this change that their legs were weak, their faces were as pale as if they had been painted with thick white paint, they were bloodless, their minds were empty, and they almost forgot how to think. In contrast, those celebrities, ladies, Confucian scholars, and officials responded calmly.
It's just that the individual's mind is very different, and the expressions and reactions are also slightly different.
Some people worry about whether Jiang Pengji will die because of this, some people worry about whether they will be implicated, and some people worry about the safety of the family... Today, everyone present is in trouble. Jiang Pengji is fine, but if something happens...
Everyone's faces turned pale.
Lan Tinggong was assassinated in public, and this day is about to change.
These people either stood up or sat on the spot, looking nervous but not daring to move rashly, for fear of making misleading actions and being shot to death by these coveted soldiers. Only Jiang Pengji's important officials had no concerns, and Wei Ci ran over barefoot. The gravel and gravel on the school ground couldn't cover the stinging pain in his left chest. His mind went blank, and his body followed instinct to go to Jiang Pengji's side.
"Doctor!!!"
"Where is the doctor!!!"
Wei Ci lifted her up carefully, but didn't dare to make a big move, for fear that the arrows that were submerged in flesh and blood would cause her secondary damage.
Following Wei Ci's movements, everyone saw that Jiang Pengji's clothes on her left chest and shoulders were rendered red with dazzling blood. Her right hand was holding the body of the arrow, and the blood soaked the entire palm of her hand. The color of her face—when everyone saw the situation, they couldn’t help but gasp for air—without saying where the wound was, just looking at the amount of blood showed that her injuries were serious.
Wei Ci was like falling into an ice cellar, and the mood at this moment was the same as when he heard His Majesty Yulong Bintian in his previous life.
The beating heart of the left chest seemed to be frozen and sealed at that moment, and the cold air spread all over the body...
"Why hasn't the doctor come yet..."
The previous life came to an end, but this life is different.
How could he accept that such an accident happened to her
Today is the riding and archery assessment. In order to prevent accidents, the best doctors in the military camp and the city are on standby.
Unexpectedly, the person who had the accident was not a student but Duke Lanting! ! !
Jiang Nongqin captured the assassin, and still couldn't believe that the student could actually hurt the god-like lord in her heart.
how can that be possible
Jiang Nongqin looked calm, but her chest was churning with the urge to kill.
But she is still sensible, knowing that the assassin can't kill yet, they still need to torture the assassin, and follow this line to catch the real murderer behind the scenes.
Humph-
When the real culprit surfaced, she would have to tear people to pieces.
Jiang Nongqin personally led the troops to surround the main stage, for fear that the assassins and their accomplices—the students of Jinlin Academy, especially the first class students, except for a few transfer students from aristocratic families, the others were all orphans of fallen soldiers. , the lord has nurtured them for more than ten years, but now an assassin has emerged - it can be seen that who knows if there are any associates of the assassin among these soldiers in the military camp
Now, except for the lord, everyone present is the object of Jiang Nongqin's suspicion.
It didn't take long for several doctors to rush over with their medicine boxes on their backs.
It can be seen from their disordered breathing that they also used the fastest speed.
After passing the enclosing human wall, the doctor put down the medicine box with a snap, motioning Wei Ci to lay down Jiang Pengji.
At this time, Lu Zhengdao, who had been the background board for a long time, said, "Find a screen to enclose this place."
Kang Xintong, who came along with Lu Zheng as an adopted daughter, stood outside the human wall - her identity was insufficient, and the situation was severe at the moment, she couldn't get close, she could only stand in the same place anxiously clenching her fingers - secretly praying that Lord Lanting would be able to turn auspiciousness away. , make sure nothing happens.
Not only everyone in the school field was worried, but the salted fish in the live broadcast room was also frightened.
They have watched Jiang Pengji for so many years, watching her stop killing people and Buddha killing Buddha, and interpret Long Aotian incisively and vividly.
A person who dares to fight alone, can't escape the three feather arrows fired by the assassin
The barrage changed from the original chatter to a shout or prayer.
Only one barrage was different. The salted fish was a programmer with a bib. He prayed to Jiang Pengji and the server together.
Just after this barrage was posted, WeChat and Penguin's work group were all overwhelmed, and the department manager made a special call to ask him to work overtime.
Programmer Salted Fish: "… "
The anchor was stabbed with an arrow one second, and the bib server was paralyzed the next second.
Ugh-
Touching his cool forehead, the programmer was smoking a cigarette, his expression extremely vicissitudes.
Before working overtime, the programmer sent a circle of friends to express his indignation.
[Assassination? Hehe, I really want to be assassinated, the national football team can not only win the World Cup championship, but also win the championship for a hundred years!]
The existence of the live broadcast room is too special. People in related industries are highly enthusiastic about the live broadcast room. Many scientists have also established research projects for this, hoping to draw inspiration from it and vigorously develop artificial intelligence and interplanetary technology.
Programmers are no exception. According to their research on the live broadcast room, the live broadcast room has a certain relationship with Jiang Pengji—for example, the parasitic relationship between the system and the host in the system novel. If the host has life worries, the parasitic live broadcast room cannot be without movement.
It's just that not every salted fish knows this.
When they saw that Jiang Pengji was covered in blood and motionless, they only felt that their brains exploded.
On the other hand, at Lu Zheng's reminder, the soldiers brought a folding screen and linen to enclose a place for the doctor to check the injury.
Feng Zhen retreated consciously, but his eyes were always in Jiang Pengji's direction.
Seemingly calm, their palms were full of sticky sweat.
The lord was assassinated before their eyes—
Thinking of this, Feng Zhen's mood was like Jiang Nongqin's, and the killing intent filled his chest.
At this time, he heard someone gossip.
They thought their voices were low, but the school ground was silent, and even the lowest voice seemed noisy.
The man said to the friend in the lead, "Land Tinggong was assassinated, it's just enough to survive this catastrophe. If she can't survive... She has no children under her knees, and the person who will ascend the throne in the future is either her concubine Liu Zhao or Liu Zhao. The clan adopted one from the clan to Duke Lanting’s knees…”
Another person said, "Lantinggong is in his twenties now, and the children of women of the same age can be married, but she... Could it be that she was born with some hidden disease that prevents her from having children? It's a pity that her fame was ruined by assassination, and her hard-earned foundation was in vain. Concubine a younger brother."
Now that there is a clear distinction between the descendants and the descendants, the scholars value the descendants more, and the descendants are just a little higher than the servants in the palace.
"Yeah, Duke Lanting is promising and he is a direct descendant, but he has no children and incense, and in the end he wants to be cheap to answer people's concubines..."
If Duke Lanting leaves, will you know that Izumi is still angry and come back to life
"Just now that Wei Zixiao said 'rescue car', right? Oh, he never reached the top before his death, if he can be named a great ancestor after his death, he can barely use the word 'rescue car'." The man whispered, "Liu Xi has never concealed her ambition, she dares to accept even the 'offering the emperor'..."
Hearing these movements, Feng Zhen was so angry that he pulled out the sword from his waist to find someone to settle the account.
At such a time, they are still talking about such slanderous words to sow discord. These two people are going to die, right
However, someone moved much faster than him, and before Fengzhen passed, the two of them had already been kicked in the head one by one.
"Arrest these two and detain them pending trial!"
The person who spoke was Liu Zhao with an angry face. No one knew when this kid came here from the other side of the seat.
Feng Zhen suppressed the anger that was surging in his heart, took a deep breath, and calmed down his emotions, lest he could not control his anger against Liu Zhao.
At the same time, Jiang Pengji, who was seriously injured in everyone's eyes, opened his eyes and raised his hand to brush away the doctor's movements.
With Wei Ci's strength, she leaned on his arms, and with a little force of her right hand, she pulled out the feather arrow that had been deeply embedded in her shoulder.
"I'm fine."
Several doctors, Wei Ci and Jiang Nongqin watched the blood gurgling from the wound on her shoulder and fell silent.
Wei Ci held her arms with a little force, grinding the roots of her posterior molars, as if she was holding back something.
The doctor saw that Jiang Pengji was awake and pulled out the feather arrow by himself, and the whole person was in a state of confusion.
Jiang Pengji didn't see Wei Ci's expression behind him, and looked up at the other person.
"Play the piano."
Jiang Nongqin didn't have time to think about the ins and outs, she only knew that the lord was fine, and that was enough.
"The end is here."
"Later, you and Zixiao will continue to preside over the assessment here, so as to appease the students and let them not affect their grades because of this."
Jiang Pengji has her own calculations, but she doesn't want to affect the students' grades. This assessment will have a great impact on their future.
Jiang Nongqin rarely agreed immediately, but looked at Jiang Pengji in embarrassment, her lips moved but she couldn't say anything.
After a long while, she bowed her head and clasped her fists, and said in a hoarse voice, "I will obey at the end."
While speaking, the doctor took out the medicinal powder to stop the bleeding and sprinkled it on the wound on Jiang Pengji's shoulder. The arrow was aimed at Jiang Pengji's heart, but Jiang Pengji did not grow up on a vegetarian diet. She easily avoided the key point, but in order to create a serious injury It looked like he had intentionally enlarged the wound and let the blood flow, which looked terrifying—in fact, as long as the bleeding was stopped, it was enough to bandage it.
Wei Ci glanced at Yu Jian's arrow cluster, and then at the back of Jiang Pengji's head, resisting the decree for the first time ever.
"My lord's order, Shuci is unable to comply with it."
His voice sounded dry and stiff, as if something was suppressed in his throat.
Jiang Nongqin could see that Wei Ci's eyes were bloodshot.
Jiang Pengji did not embarrass him, "In this case, Zishi and Nongqin will preside over here. My injury is hidden for the time being."
"My lord, is this intentional?"
Jiang Nongqin asked the question that squeezed her heart, and at the same time she was a little unspeakably angry.
Which villain is worthy of the master's self-injury and your own body
Who deserves it! ! !
Jiang Pengji said, "It's just a chess piece."
Having said that, the pain in her arm still made her frown slightly.
Wei Ci seemed even more silent after hearing this, but the hand holding Jiang Pengji's arms loosened.
Jiang Nongqin didn't ask any more questions, she trusted Jiang Pengji wholeheartedly.
Jiang Pengji's injuries were not fatal, but she was a little dizzy after bleeding so much, so she leaned back and snuggled in Wei's loving arms.
"Zixiao, take me back."
No one knew what this guy was thinking.
He felt a long-lost familiarity in the lord.
This familiarity is no different from His Majesty's previous life.
In a trance, Wei Ci saw the shadow of His Majesty in her previous life in her body, and even the calculation with the corners of her lips and the indifference surging in her eyes were exactly the same. At this time, Wei Ci always felt that the people in front of her did not belong to the world. She was in the world, but her heart was outside the world. She looked at everyone with indifferent eyes, watching the struggle of ants, her eyes were full of contempt, mocking the world's calculations How naive and ridiculous.
Wei Ci said, "Well."
The screen was removed, and Jiang Pengji left the school grounds under the protection of the guards, leaving Jiang Nongqin to take care of the aftermath.
When everyone heard that the assessment continued, their expressions were as wonderful as the overturned palette.
The life and death of the main master is unknown, where is there any time to watch what assessment
Jiang Nongqin said, "The lord is highly skilled in martial arts, the thief only injured his skin, and it's not a big problem if he was bandaged by a doctor."
Everyone: "… "
Shit, if it's really okay, why did you leave in a coma
The location of the wound is on the left chest, and it doesn't look like it's all right, let alone the skin trauma.
Jiang Nongqin, seeing that the reasoning was unreasonable, threatened with force.
This move really worked well, and the school ground was quiet all of a sudden.
Jiang Nongqin calmly reassured the remaining candidates and motioned them to continue the assessment.
The assassination of Duke Lanting was such a big deal. These students have been sheltered by the academy for many years. They have not experienced the wind and rain, and their hearts are not strong enough.
Therefore, few of the remaining twenty or so students performed normally, but the foundation was still there, and the scores were not ugly.
When the examiner announces the new round of scores, few students care about it. All they were thinking about was Jiang Pengji, and a few clever students turned their attention to Feng Zhen and Feng Jin, hoping to infer Jiang Pengji's specific situation from their expressions.
"Lord Lanting will be fine, right?"
Sun Lan's tone was a little empty.
Fengyi said firmly, "Lord Ting will be fine."
The two are no longer interning in the military camp, and now they are just students who have not graduated from Jinlin Academy, so they cannot call Jiang Pengji "the lord".
"Do your part well." Feng Yi added, "Father and the others haven't panicked yet, where will we be in chaos."
In fact, Feng Yi didn't know what to say.
His eyesight was excellent, and he could see where the feather arrow was pierced, even if it wasn't in the middle of his chest, it wasn't too far.
The heart, brain and throat are the three fatal points of the human body.
The heart is fragile, and it can kill you if you wipe it. As everyone knows, the feather arrow was indeed aimed at the heart, but at the last moment, Jiang Pengji grabbed it with his right hand with his bare hands, and stabbed the arrow cluster towards his left shoulder, thereby creating the illusion that the injured part was on his chest.
"Zixiao... It hurts me to death..."
Jiang Pengji hummed in a low voice, with a rare coquettish tone.
Wei Ci didn't answer, and asked the confidant doctor who specialized in the diagnosis and treatment of Jiang Pengji to come over to clean up her wound.
Feather arrows are exclusively used by the soldiers of the military camp. The arrowhead has a special structure. It can be pulled into the flesh and then pulled out.
Wei Ci was even more worried that there was filth on the arrowhead, and the sequelae of high fever and pus would be troublesome.
History told him that many famous generals and celebrities died like this. Instead of dying on the battlefield, they died on the wounds and filth.
The sequelae in his mouth has a word called tetanus in the salted fish plane_(:з)∠)_
The doctor bowed and saluted, and said in a low voice, "Small offense."
After speaking, he took out clean scissors and cut off Jiang Pengji's sleeves and shoulders.
Seeing the wound, the doctor gasped.
Jiang Pengji sat up by leaning on the table, bent her legs, and said lazily, "I haven't even screamed in pain yet, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"
Doctor: "… "
No pain
Who was the one who shouted "Zixiao hurt me" just now
The wounds are blooming and the mouth is still stubborn. I didn't expect you to be such a Lan Tinggong.
The doctor helped Jiang Pengji clean up and suture the wound with skilled and superb medical skills, and then withdrew after a few precautions.
Wei Ci is not a softhearted person, but Jiang Pengji was an accident with him.
Seeing the bloody wound, all emotions disappeared, except for worry and distress.
"Do you know who sent the assassin this time, my lord?"
Except for a few students of the Golden Scale Academy, the rest are the orphans of soldiers who died in the war, which is equivalent to the kindness of the lord to nurture them... Who would have thought that there would be a traitor among these people, and they would be waiting for an opportunity to assassinate in such an important assessment. Jiang Pengji
"Zixiao, this is not important."
Wei Ci's heart thumped, and there was an ominous premonition.
This is an assassination against Jiang Pengji. It doesn't matter who the murderer is behind the scenes
Could it be that-
"Zixiao, when we didn't pay attention, Jinlin Academy became a chess game for all forces to fight." Jiang Pengji said, "Students from civilian backgrounds are still too shallow. I don't blame them, they are too light. I can't help myself, I have no right to control myself."
Wei Ci understood after a little thought.
Jiang Pengji asked again, "Does Zixiao know who is behind the assassination of my student?"
Wei Ci didn't know, "I also ask the lord to clarify the doubts."
Jiang Pengji chuckled lightly, "It's the Liu family."
Wei Ci was dumbfounded, "The Liu family?"
"Yes, Mrs. Liu." Jiang Pengji said with a lazy smile, "When the assassination spreads, it is estimated that Mrs. Liu will panic too."
Panic
Why "also panic"
unless-
Thinking of her protagonist's urination, Wei Ci suddenly realized.
"The Liu family didn't order that student to assassinate?"
Jiang Pengji said, "Zixiao is clever, this student is a pawn they bought, I don't know when it will come in handy."
Wei Ci frowned.
The lord said so, it can be seen that this chess piece should be a dark chess piece with a long line to Liu's, and it will not be moved easily.
"Who would that be? Who would use the eyes and ears that Liu's secretly controlled to assassinate the lord, and kill with a knife..."
Before the words were finished, Wei Ci suddenly choked, and her eyes met Jiang Pengji's.
At that moment, her smile was like a flower.
"Zixiao, what do you think?"