Jiang Pengji had already foreseen the ending of Nansheng's defeat in the early morning, but he didn't expect that the news that they had borrowed troops for help reached Dongqing now, but luckily they met with the marriage team of the three tribes in Beijiang. Head bag.
Although there was friction between Dongqing and Nansheng, they were all in the Daxia lineage, while the three northern tribes and the four southern barbarians belonged to foreign tribes.
In layman's terms, Dongqing and Nansheng belong to the same father's two sons. Even if the family is separated, they are still connected to each other. However, the three tribes of the Northern Xinjiang and the four tribes of Nanman are foreign enemies who covet their property. In order to defend the property of their ancestors, the two countries must To temporarily put aside the grievances and join forces.
If Nansheng is really defeated by the iron cavalry of the four southern barbarians, Dongqing will face the danger of being attacked by the three tribes of the northern border and the four southern barbarians. But the relationship between lips and teeth is cold!
However, if the troops were borrowed, it would inevitably affect the troops of the Dongqing frontier defense, and the troops used to resist the northern border would also be affected.
The three tribes of Beijiang and Dongqing have been fighting for many years, and they have always won more and lost less. However, Dongqing still insists on "valuing literature and suppressing martial arts". It will be thin, and it is no wonder that Northern Xinjiang has come to make it so fearless!
Liu She sighed and said, "It's not a day or two that the three clans in the northern Xinjiang coveted Dongqing, I just hope the officials have a clearer mind and don't bring wolves into the house, marriage is not a one-time-for-all method... But now it seems that it is too late. now…”
Feng Ren looked at his son with pity, the pale face that lost blood made his heart throb.
Hearing Liu She's sigh, he sneered coldly, showing contempt for the man sitting on the dragon chair.
Although he knew that there would be no justice in entering the palace this time, Feng Ren also wanted to let the emperor know that Feng's family is not easy to bully!
Bowing apologetically to Liu She, Feng Ren left with his son who had just treated the wound, his face was frosty all the time.
After experiencing such an incident, many people lost their leisure time to soak in the spring.
Suddenly, Jiang Pengji was patted on the shoulder.
"I didn't expect you to have such handsome martial arts! It makes people want to exclaim. I don't like those turtle grandchildren, but I can't beat you up like you. It is said that northern warriors are fearless in life and death. Now Look, it seems that you are not as powerful as you."
She resisted the urge to turn the other party's back and subdued, and turned her head with a calm expression, it turned out to be the young man who was close to her before.
For the sake of the "grandson of the turtle", Jiang Pengji warned with a blank expression.
"I don't like others to pat me on the shoulder from behind. If you are a stranger, you may not be able to keep this arm."
The other party was stunned, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock, strangely said.
"Looking at your young age, I didn't expect that the hostility was heavy."
Just as they were talking, the group returned to Room No. 1, Tianzi, Rose Garden.
Still separated by a corridor, Jiang Pengji found a tall and thin white figure standing under the corridor.
The man's black hair like ink was shawl, and his pale lips and a little chin were faintly revealed.
Xu Shi heard the footsteps, the other party turned around slightly, his indifferent gaze swept around, and fixed on Jiang Pengji's body.
Jiang Pengji started with people, and her clothes were inevitably stained with blood. If it wasn't for her relaxed expression, people who didn't know would think that the blood belonged to her. However, Wei Ci knew very well that it was impossible for this woman to suffer, and the blood could only belong to someone else.
Thinking of this, Wei Ci calmly looked away and asked the young man who was familiar with Jiang Pengji.
"Shaoyin, what happened?"
"A group of reckless men claiming to be envoys from Northern Xinjiang was making trouble ahead. The servants of Fengfu came to ask Lanting for help. Because of curiosity, they went to see it. I didn't expect those people from Northern Xinjiang to be so arrogant and deceive me. It's just hateful to celebrate no one." The young man's voice was filled with resentment, and he immediately resumed his laughter, "Zixiao, let me tell you, Master has really accepted a good student, and he can beat him."
"The servant of Feng Mansion?" Wei Ci frowned and glanced at Jiang Pengji, who had a normal expression.
Wei Ci always knew that she could fight. Not to mention a few northern warriors, give her a gun, and the enemy can easily enter and kill more than a dozen times in the array, and taking down the head of the enemy general is like searching for something, making the enemy fearful.
It's just... He sighed slightly in his heart, and it was really different. He rarely saw this person show an expression other than indifference.
As usual, she...
Thinking of this, Wei Ci suppressed the thoughts in his heart and restrained his mind. In the face of this woman, he needs to face it with 120,000 points of spirit, otherwise, if he is not careful, he will have nothing to hide in front of her... This point, he has learned a long time ago.
Jiang Pengji explained, "Feng Jin is my good friend. He is being bullied by others. Naturally, I have to go over and support the scene. What's more, these reckless men in the northern Xinjiang are indeed annoying, and they are a little punished, otherwise they will be full of stomach. There's nowhere for the fire to escape."
Just kidding, hitting her partner is the same as hitting her, and of course she wants to get back on her feet.
"Wherever you did a little punishment just now, you broke their courage. To deal with these ambitious foreigners in the northern Xinjiang, you should use such a tough method. You are polite and honest to them, and they only regard you as a I'm afraid of them..." Shaoyin put both hands on Jiang Pengji's shoulders, and said warmly with the expression of someone coming, "I will cover you when you arrive at Langya Academy."
Wei Ci glanced at Lu Zheng's hands silently, her eyes darkening.
"I said, don't pat me on the shoulder from behind..." Jiang Pengji repeated.
"My name is Lu Zheng, and the master gave me the word and less pronunciation. Look, we just know each other, and we're not strangers, right?"
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and said, "As you wish, next time I take off my arm, just don't ask me to be responsible."
After speaking, Jiang Pengji's shoulders shook with some kind of cleverness, and the loach slid out.
Lu Zheng found that the shoulders under his palm became extremely smooth, and before he could grasp it subconsciously, she had already left his palm.
He could only stare blankly at his hands, then look at Jiang Pengji's back, and sighed.
"It's really good."
Wei Ci looked at it indifferently, her eyelids narrowed slightly, and she said, "People who practice martial arts, after reaching a certain level, will be highly guarded about the things around them. If there is an unfamiliar atmosphere trying to approach them, it is very easy for them to be captured unconsciously... Shao Yin, Chang Have some peace."
Lu Zheng was stunned, and quickly realized that Wei Ci was saying that he was heartless.
"Why does Zixiao read that kind of non-serious market talk?"
That rhetoric, how you look at it, seems to be the standard configuration of a ranger expert in the market dialect.
"If you don't believe me, try it while she's taking a nap. But I'm not responsible if my arm is broken."
Wei Ci knew that it was not rumored in the market at all, it was true.
"Hey! Wei Zixiao, you have no good intentions, so I won't be fooled."
Just as Lu Zheng was about to get angry, Wei Ci had already turned and left, leaving him with nowhere to go.