1018: It's Better to Surrender (5)

The genius remembered the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! When the man heard the words "seeing the poor dagger", his eyes slightly opened, and his expression became ferocious.

He immediately drew out his sharp blade and rushed towards Jiang Pengji, the snow-white sharp blade drew a streak of white light in the air.

The distance between them was less than five steps, if he could seize the opportunity to kill this person, then it would be worth his life.

However, Jiang Pengji is not a war scum, let alone being chased and running around the tent——

She kicked away the table in front of her, and the small table flew towards the assassin.

The assassin didn't even try to hide, he just rushed towards Jiang Pengji and let the table fall on him.

He knew that he only had this chance, if he accidentally missed it, then he would have no chance to kill Jiang Pengji again.

Besides, a table is nothing more than a table, how much pain can it hurt when it hits the body?

If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji, the assassin's judgment was naturally right, even decisive.

It's a pity that the person assassinated by the assassin was Jiang Pengji, who couldn't be judged by common sense at all.

A wat board in her hands can become a murder weapon for dismembering a corpse, and a table passed through her hands, is it less lethal than a wat board?

The assassin only had his own target in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand had already stabbed at Jiang Pengji's chest.

At the same time, the table also flew towards the head, hitting the assassin's chest accurately.

In the next moment, the table made a sound of shattering, the legs of the table were torn apart, and the wood chips exploded.

The assassin felt that he was not hit by a table, but obviously hit hard by a hill, breaking several sternums in an instant.

The action of leaning forward to kill was due to this huge blow, and it flew backwards for more than one foot in the opposite direction, falling to the ground like a rag doll.

The internal organs were shattered, thick blood rushed up the throat, overflowed the mouth, and half of the face became bloody.

Jiang Pengji stood up leisurely, her expression calm as usual.

The strategist in the tent: "..."

Everything hasn't started yet, it's over.

Feng Zhen maintained the movement of saving the driver, but his expression was frozen in an awkward arc, which seemed funny and awkward.

Although Wei Ci didn't exaggerate so much, the nervousness and worry on his face was not fake, and his light-colored lips were stained with a layer of pale.

"My lord, my lord—"

Feng Zhen glanced at the sawdust on the ground in disbelief, doubting his eyes very much.

This table case is not made of wood, it is clearly made of pure gold and silver, otherwise how could it have such a great lethality?

Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, and she looked at the assassin without any warmth.

The assassin was hit head-on by the desk table, and he flew upside down for more than a foot. His sternum was almost shattered, and his internal organs were strangled by the shattered sternum. It seemed that he would not survive. The body is packed away, and I will have nightmares if I keep it."

Fengzhen: "..."

nightmare?

My lord, are you serious?

When Feng Zhen came back to his senses, he found that he was so frightened that he was sweating all over his body, and his front and back were already wet with sweat.

The scene just now was too thrilling, the distance between the lord and the assassin was less than five steps, the real moment of life and death——

If Jiang Pengji was killed, the fledgling business would be forced to end.

The three armies have no leader, and the Northern Xinjiang has been cheapened in vain.

The guards outside heard the movement and broke into the tent. When they saw the assassin lying on the ground, they half-knelt and pleaded guilty.

Jiang Pengji's expression turned warmer, and she said, "It's okay, you just drag this person down—wait a minute, this blueprint is here to stay."

She picked up the topographic map inside the royal city, and the four guards each held the assassin's hands and feet, and carried him out.

If there was not a large puddle of fresh blood on the ground, who would have guessed that there was an assassination incident in the tent?

The guards went out, and Wei Ci went out to plead guilty.

No matter what, he brought this assassin to Jiang Pengji.

He was guilty of negligence for failing to identify the assassin.

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not Zixiao's fault, not to mention one assassin, not even a hundred of them can hurt me.

"

Feng Zhen on the side also helped to persuade, "Beijiang's thieves are not dead. I thought they were at the end of their strength, but I didn't expect that they still had the strength to resist. Although Zixiao was at fault, it was not the main cause. Since the lord has forgiven, Zixiao shouldn't worry too much. .”

Jiang Pengji couldn't beat Wei Ci, so she could only pay a symbolic three-month salary. Wei Ci felt that this punishment was too light, and tried to make her a little heavier.

"The top priority is not to hold you accountable, Beijiang is the culprit." Jiang Pengji frowned "impatiently", her tone was slightly "bad", "Zi Xiaozhen feels that I have made a mistake, and I will ask you to settle it later. Now—no hurry, no hurry—”

The news of Jiang Pengji's assassination quickly spread to Sun Wen and Qi Guanrang's ears.

The two rushed over and found that the main tent was neatly arranged and there was no chaos as imagined.

"I just heard that the lord was assassinated, is there a serious problem?"

Qi Guan Rang's expression was quite calm, but his clothes were a little crooked, one could tell that he came in a hurry, and his breathing was still somewhat rapid.

Jiang Pengji taunted mercilessly, "No, if the assassins are at this level, it would be a ghost if they could hurt me."

Hearing this, Sun Wen decisively swallowed the question.

Needless to say, my protagonist is definitely not the one who suffers.

"Zaidao, take a look at the blueprint of the royal city—"

Jiang Pengji handed the blueprint brought by the assassin to Sun Wen, and Sun Wen took it and looked at it a few times, and he could roughly confirm whether it was true or not.

"At least 80% sure, the blueprint is real. In order to assassinate the lord, Beijiang also worked so hard to use the real blueprint as bait."

Sun Wen murmured twice, Jiang Pengji responded with a sneer.

"What good intentions? If you say that, the right minister is also pitiful."

Sun Wen frowned, "The assassin used the right minister in northern Xinjiang as an excuse?"

Northern Xinjiang has always looked down on the Han family in the Central Plains, and they are very hostile. The right minister in Northern Xinjiang is a typical example.

I forgot to mention that the left minister in northern Xinjiang is Wu Liba.

Unlike the Central Plains where the right is respected, Northern Xinjiang has always respected the left.

"It's not just that—" Jiang Pengji said firmly, "In my opinion, that right-hand man probably really wanted to surrender, so the blueprints he brought were also real, but he never expected that the messenger he sent would be half-hearted. Dao intercepted, Li Daitao froze—"

When Jiang Pengji saw the assassin, she became wary.

Because the assassin had killing intent towards her, if it was a true surrender, that person might have malicious intentions, but he would never dare to have killing intent.

Jiang Pengji also found that the other party's clothes didn't fit very well. Looking at the slumped clothes, others would think it was crumpled from squatting in a basket, so they looked messy. However, Jiang Pengji was very precise about the size, whether it was not neatly dressed or did not fit, She knew it.

The clothes on the assassin's body are most likely not his own!

From Sun Wen, Jiang Pengji knew about the northern Xinjiang court. The right minister despised the Central Plains very much, and often took pleasure in humiliating the Han people. He was a typical vulgar barbarian. How could this person devote himself to studying Han literature and educate his subordinates well? How much ink? nt

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