If she just chooses to come to visit the home and nursing home, Jiang Pengji will definitely not use those who have a criminal record, after all, she has to think about the safety of the Liu family. But if training private soldiers... Haha, that's another story, she hasn't encountered a thorn that she can't handle.
She has a spirit of pursuing excitement and thrills in her bones, and sometimes it becomes serious, and it can even be called morbid.
I remember that in my previous life, I hadn't become a legion commander. Her superiors cultivated her, but she was also troubled by her temper. Every once in a while, she asked her to go to a psychiatrist for counseling. crazy.
After all, not everyone has a strong psychological endurance, and can accept a stranger and overturn their old bottom as soon as they meet.
Braving her head, and under the sharp gaze of the old housekeeper, Ya-ma asked people to catch up with all the "goods" that were difficult to get rid of.
Almost everyone wears shackles on their hands and feet, and they don't look like "goods" in the tooth shop. If they wear prison clothes, they will be a prisoner.
"These are all sold by the government?"
Jiang Pengji glanced roughly, and half of the people had tattoos on their faces and had been tattooed.
"Some were official slaves, and some were originally executed prisoners, but when they met the amnesty, they were lucky enough to be released."
Looking at those people's deadly or sarcastic or malicious eyes, Ya Po suddenly regretted her bowels. Although she was in a hurry to get rid of them, if Jiang Pengji really liked a few of them, and something happened when they brought them back, Liu Mansion would definitely not Let go of the teeth.
amnesty
Jiang Pengji searched her memory and found that there was indeed such a thing. In order to celebrate the birthday of the favorite concubine, and Dongqing's intermittent drought for more than half a year has eased, she is happy to grant amnesty to the world. Calculate the time, it should be in early February.
Under the nervous eyes of the old housekeeper, Jiang Pengji circled around in a large circle, then stopped in front of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy.
[Sleeping over the Three Kingdoms Male God]: Oh, he looks really good, I feel that his facial features are a bit similar to the little fresh meat that became popular some time ago.
[Smuggling to Africa]: Oh, I really didn't find it, but this one looks much more mature and more manly than Xiao Xianrou!
In ancient times, at the age of thirteen or fourteen, you could start a family and start a business. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, you were already the father of a string of little kids, and naturally he was more mature and stable.
However, Jiang Pengji's focus is not on looks. In fact, she doesn't care much about the looks of people other than women.
"Look up and let me have a look." Jiang Pengji didn't directly pinch the opponent's chin, but raised his chin with the tip of a sandalwood fan. The opponent seemed to dislike such a humiliating move, but that little bit of strength was nothing compared to that. She, "Unfortunately..."
This is also a prisoner who has been tattooed. The tattoo is marked on the right side of the face near the ear. Because it is not well maintained, the wound has pus and yellow liquid, and some flesh is rolled out, mixed with strands of bright red, looking very oozing of.
[One Meter Sunshine]: Ahhh—this angle looks more similar, the eyes are so good~(≧▽≦)/~
Maybe it was the beauty induced, Jiang Pengji's sharp eyes saw a row of lollipops and lover gifts floating across the screen.
The boy who was forced to lift his chin narrowed his dark and clear eyes slightly, his thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and there seemed to be sharp blades hidden in his eyes, and his eyes were very sharp. Eyelid fear.
The bloodless lips were dry and pale, with some cracking and peeling, and the cheeks were stained with two morbid blushes from the heat.
Because he raised his head, his neck was slender, and the uneven collar was loose, revealing a delicate collarbone with bumps.
The old housekeeper moved his eyes away silently, the picture was too beautiful, he couldn't bear to look at it.
Granny Ya also sighed regretfully, "It's really a pity, even if the wound on the face is healed, it will leave an ugly scar."
At present, fair-skinned and delicate beauty is popular. Hairpin powder is the fashion pursued by many nobles, but the public's aesthetic concept has not changed much. The distinction between beauty and ugliness is clear. Although this young man looks more heroic, he is also a rare beauty. .
If it weren't for the ruined face, it would definitely be very popular if it was sold to a shop just because of this appearance.
"Lang Jun stay away from him, be careful to get sick." The old housekeeper stood aside and looked at the fan in Jiang Pengji's hand disapprovingly.
She smiled and took back the sandalwood fan, her eyes lingering on the boy, and the other's eyes were full of unwillingness, as if a juvenile cub who was imprisoned in a cage had the ability to roar the mountains and forests, but was helpless in reality.
"Baby, what did this man do?"
Granny Ya thought for a while and said, "This is from the county next door. His mother went to the street to buy vegetables and ran into the nobles. She was pushed and fell to the ground, and unfortunately hit her head, so she went. He took a knife when he knew it. Go find someone for revenge, hack a servant to death, and get caught."
Originally, it was tattooed and exiled for 30 years, but the family quit and used connections to throw people on death row.
He hacked people to death, and offended the powerful, how could that family not go out and kill him
However, his luck was also good, and he actually met Amnesty. Because there was a reason for the incident, and the motive for the murder was also filial piety, he was brought up from the death row, became a slave, went back and forth to change a few houses, and finally fell into her hands. in.
Granny Ya suggested carefully, "This is a thorn, it's not easy to tune and teach, why don't you look at other things, Langjun?"
Jiang Pengji pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, she opened the folding fan with a swipe, and said with a smile, "No, just him!"
The old housekeeper and the tooth woman: "… "
Why do you hate it so much!
"It's hard to find people who can read now, and it's even harder to find people who can read and have a little brains, but a few taels of silver are worth it."
The young man glared at him, she could even hear the voice of the other party grinding his back molars with hatred.
Jiang Pengji smiled meaningfully at the boy. Her luck was good, but the boy's luck was bad.
If it weren't for him, he would definitely be able to escape from this tooth shop late at night, and the Long March is only one step away, but... such a little "prison escape" method is not enough to see in front of her, at most it will arouse her interest, " What's his name?"
Granny's brain seemed to be short-circuited, and now she regained her senses, she quickly replied, "His name is Xu Ke."
Jiang Pengji asked casually, "Do you have a script?"
The young man had practiced martial arts, but there were calluses formed by the thick brush grip between his fingers. He should have read books, and it took a long time.
Regardless of the elders who took it, the scholars of ancient times should have a word for it.
Jiang Pengji still doesn't understand why the name is so complicated.
Granny Ya couldn't answer now, so she kicked Xu Ke secretly and glared fiercely, "Lang Jun asked you something."
Xu Ke pursed his lips, the anger rising in his chest has not been extinguished, but the situation is stronger than people, so he can only hold it down for the time being.