Feng Jin was still grinning in pain, but when he heard Jiang Pengji's arrogant announcement, his hands stopped hurting, and his stomach hurt.
If it was in Hejian County, she would be fine if she was so arrogant, anyway Liu She could hold her back.
But now, this is Shangjing, at the foot of the emperor, she doesn't have the advantage of the head snake, and she can be so arrogant.
Thinking of his modesty and concession just now, in exchange for such humiliation and a knife on the arm, I suddenly felt that it was better to be arrogant.
"Lanting, be careful, these people are not good people." Feng Jin covered the wound with his left hand, dazzling blood kept flowing from his fingers, his face was pale due to pain and blood loss, and even his voice was very weak, "The Emperor Beijiang The messenger sent by the court…”
Jiang Pengji looked at the few strong men who were confronting people in the courtyard. One by one, they had black hair and tiny braids, with floral cloth towels on their heads, thick eyebrows flying diagonally into the temples, and their faces were relatively deep and three-dimensional, which could be seen at a glance. These are foreigners.
I saw them all naked, with peculiar and complicated tattoos on their shoulders and chests, and they could vaguely see the appearance of ferocious beasts. Their upper bodies showed bulging muscles like stones. One arm was thicker than Feng Jin's thigh, and the skin Oiled on and it's reflective.
"Heh, the messenger sent by the Imperial Court of Northern Xinjiang?" Jiang Pengji sneered coldly and took two steps forward, and the crowd automatically separated for her, "Feng Jin, are you alive to a dog's belly at this age? The son of Shuling, was actually bullied like this? It's just a few watchdogs, not a descendant of the Northern Imperial Court, you are beaten like this, it's really embarrassing for your father."
Feng Jin's expression changed, not because Jiang Pengji was angry, but it was the truth.
The son of Tangtang Zhongshuling was beaten in the face and injured his right arm at the Tangquan Hall in the name of King Changshou.
In the evaluation a few days later, because of this injury, he will most likely not be able to participate.
"Who are you calling a watchdog?"
Jiang Pengji stood in front of Feng Jin, looking at the person who opened the mouth. Some of the other students were watching, while others wanted to help, but they didn't bring any weapons in their hands. Just comparing their size, where are these hill-like knives? Strong man's opponent
Feng Jin was the most unlucky, hurting his arm and slapped in the face, while the others had messy clothes and occasional bruises.
"Tsk, which dog stole his sister-in-law, it's the dog who scolded him." Jiang Pengji was in a bad mood as if she had eaten gunpowder. At this moment, someone came up to her and asked for a smoke. Naturally, it was a rude meal. Meng said, "Isn't Beijiang divided into three, six or nine? Except the royal family is a first-class person, the others are second-class garbage. Saying you are a watchdog is a compliment, and it shows the friendship between the two countries."
Feng Jin had never seen such a pungent Jiang Pengji before, and was so shocked that he forgot the pain for a while.
Those rough men were also choked by Jiang Pengji's scolding. The man in the lead looked fierce, but he was not good at speaking.
They felt that those scholars were weak and would only talk about things in their mouths. Their two thighs were not as thick as their own arm. They were in a sensitive period. Even if they humiliated these idiots, the Dongqing royal family would not treat them.
"You, who did you say stole the sister-in-law?"
The leading strong man's face flashed a trace of panic, he took a step forward with the knife, and instantly shortened the distance between him and Jiang Pengji, threateningly.
Jiang Pengji grinned, showing white teeth, "You even stole your Lao Tzu's concubine."
Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji would not aimlessly, so she guessed what she said was true, otherwise the strong man's reaction would not have been so violent... Suddenly, he couldn't help thinking of the scene in that night bandit village, where Jiang Pengji shook his foundation just by looking at him. .
"Huaiyu, which dog hurt you?"
Jiang Pengji didn't take these strong men in her eyes at all.
"Lanting, Dongqing is the state of etiquette..." Feng Jin smiled bitterly, "By the way, the one with the green headscarf hit me."
In his heart, he felt that Jiang Pengji was very cool to say this, but he also had to pay attention to the influence of the two countries.
However, the little friends are willing to stand up for themselves, and this intention cannot be rejected.
"Talk to people because people understand people. Talk to dogs because dogs don't understand people. You see, you talk to them, but they don't understand. But I talked to him. So, don't they understand it?" Jiang Pengji clicked his tongue, "When you treat foreign friends, you should change accordingly and actively eliminate language barriers. This is the correct way of diplomacy..."
Everyone knows that Jiang Pengji is a bullshit, but some people feel that they have been brainwashed.
This nonsense seems to make some sense.
Those strong men from the northern border were originally here to pick things up, and they were quite happy to bully the weak scholars, but when they met Jiang Pengji, who was so eloquent and sharp, he was furious.
Dongqing has been repressing culture and martial arts for many years. Those on the northern border can be regarded as sturdy men, but after they entered Dongqing, the men they saw were women with hairpins and powders, and they wanted to twist their waists when they walked. Occasionally, there are a few normal Yes, also limbs are not diligent.
They can pat their chests and say that the whole yard of white chopped chickens is not enough for them to chop up, let alone the short man in front of them!
As it turns out, they seem to have run into a fake girl today, a real Hercules!
boom-
Jiang Pengji is thin and small, and has the advantage of dexterity, and her strength has nothing to do with her appearance at all.
I thought that I could take it with my hand, but I didn't expect Jiang Pengji to be slippery than a loach.
He grabbed the blade of one of them with his bare hands, pinching the other's wrist joint with two fingers, not only forcing the other to let go of the hand holding the knife, but at the same time, one of them spun close to the other's arms, pulling the other's body forward, and the other elbow slammed upwards. Hit, hit the man's Adam's apple.
Between the electric light and flint, he caught the hilt of the broadsword that the other party had let go, and at the same time twisted his body and raised his knees.
The ears are sensitive, and you can even hear the sound of the bag bursting and the liquid splashing.
Everyone: "… "
wait, that location...
Feng Jin took a step back in fright, his legs trembling faintly.
Jiang Pengji used the strong man's body as a shield to block the knife aimed at her vest, turned her wrist, and turned the blade in one direction.
She seemed to have eyes on her back, and the blade nimbly slid past the attacker's eyes, and the blood splattered immediately, making people's eyes hurt. It wasn't over yet, after she dropped the "shield", she grabbed her throat with her fingers, and threw it to the ground.
Without saying anything, the force given by Jiang Pengji combined with the force of her own fall, the whole face was bloody and became a frying pan.
It was obvious that more than a dozen big men were beating one person, but looking at the form on the field, how did it look like Jiang Pengji beating up a group of them
Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji could fight, but she didn't know that she was able to fight to this point.
Those strong men are all well-trained warriors from the northern border. The number of them is very small, but they are like head harvesters on the battlefield.
"Say, which dog's paw hurt Huaiyu?"
Jiang Pengji stepped on the other side of his face, his face was twisted and he couldn't move, as if he was being pressed by a five-fingered mountain.