Two Hundred and Seventy Eighth: Northern Xinjiang to Envoy (4)

Jiang Pengji had foreseen the outcome of Nansheng's defeat early in the morning, but she didn't expect that the news that they borrowed troops to ask for help had only now reached Dongqing. Luckily, Undead and the three-ethnic marriage team from Northern Xinjiang met together. Dongqing would be very happy now. Head wrapped.

Although Dongqing and Nansheng also had conflicts, they were all from the Daxia lineage, while the three tribes in Northern Xinjiang and the four tribes in Nanman belonged to foreign tribes.

In layman's terms, Dongqing and Nansheng belong to the two sons of the same father. Even if the family is separated, the bones are still connected. However, the three tribes of Northern Xinjiang and the four tribes of Nanman are foreign enemies who covet their family property. In order to defend their ancestral family property, the two countries must Let go of grievances and join forces for a while.

If Nansheng is really defeated by the iron cavalry of the four tribes of the Nanman, Dongqing will face the danger of being attacked by the three tribes of the northern Xinjiang and the four tribes of the Nanman. But the relationship between lips and teeth is cold!

However, if soldiers are borrowed, it will inevitably affect the troops of Dongqing's frontier defense, and the troops used to resist the northern border will also be affected.

The three tribes in northern Xinjiang have fought with Dongqing for many years, and they have always won more than they lost, but Dongqing still insisted on "emphasizing culture and suppressing martial arts". It will be divided, no wonder the Northern Xinjiang envoy is so confident!

Liu She sighed, and said, "It's not a day or two since the three tribes in Northern Xinjiang coveted Dongqing. I just hope that the officials will be more clear-headed and don't lure wolves into the house. Marriage is not a once-and-for-all solution... But now, it seems that it has been done. late……"

Feng Ren looked at his son with pity, seeing that pale and bleeding face made his heart ache.

Hearing Liu She's sigh, he scoffed coldly, quite contemptuous of the man sitting on the dragon chair.

Even though he knew that he couldn't get any justice from entering the palace this time, Feng Ren wanted to let the emperor know that Feng's family is not easy to bully!

Apologetically bowing to Liu She, Feng Ren left with his son whose wound had just been healed, his face still frosty.

After going through such a thing,

Many people also lost the leisurely mind of soaking 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 shout out. I don't like those bastards, but I can't go up and beat you like you. It is said that the northern Xinjiang warriors are fearless in life and death. Now Look, it seems not as good as you."

She restrained the urge to subdue the other party, and turned her head calmly, it turned out to be the young man who made friends with her before.

For the sake of the "turtle grandson", Jiang Pengji gave a warning with a blank face.

"I don't like people patting me on the shoulder from behind. If you are a stranger, you may not be able to keep your arm."

The other party was startled, and withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and said strangely.

"Seeing how young you are, I didn't expect you to be so hostile."

Just as they were talking, a group of people returned to Tianzi No. 1 Room of Qiangwei Courtyard.

Still separated by a corridor, Jiang Pengji noticed a tall and thin white figure standing in the corridor.

The man's ink-like black hair shawls, faintly revealing pale lips and a little bit of chin.

When Xu Shi heard footsteps, the other party turned around slightly, swept his indifferent eyes around, and fixed on Jiang Pengji's body.

Jiang Pengji fought with others, and her clothes would inevitably be stained with blood. If she hadn't looked relaxed, people who didn't know would think the blood belonged to her. However, Wei Ci knew very well that this woman could not be the one who suffered the loss, and the blood could only be someone else's.

Thinking of this, Wei Ci looked away calmly and asked the young man who was familiar with Jiang Pengji.

"Shaoyin, what happened?"

"A group of reckless men who claimed to be envoys from Northern Xinjiang were making trouble in front. The servants from Fengfu came to Lanting for help. Out of curiosity, they followed him to have a look. I didn't expect those people from Northern Xinjiang to be so arrogant and bully me. There is no one to celebrate, it is simply hateful." The young man's voice was full of resentment, and then he returned to laughter, "Zi Xiao, let me tell you, the master has really accepted a good student, and he is really good at playing."

"Young servant from Fengfu?" Wei Ci frowned, and glanced at Jiang Pengji who looked normal.

Wei Ci has always known that she can fight. Not to mention a few warriors from northern Xinjiang, if you give her a gun, the enemy can easily fight in and out of the formation more than a dozen times. Taking down the head of the enemy general is like picking something out of a pocket, which makes the enemy frightened.

It's just... He sighed slightly in his heart, it was really different, he rarely saw this person show an expression other than indifference.

As usual, she...

Thinking of this, Wei Ci severely suppressed the thoughts in his heart and restrained his mind. Facing this woman, he needs to face it with 120,000 points of energy, otherwise, if he is careless, he will have nowhere to hide in front of her... He has learned this point a long time ago.

Jiang Pengji explained, "Feng Jin is my good friend. He was bullied by others, so I naturally had to go there to support the situation. What's more, these reckless people in northern Xinjiang are indeed annoying, and they should be punished slightly, otherwise they will be full of trouble." There's nowhere to vent your anger."

Just kidding, hitting her partner is the same as hitting her, of course she wants to get back.

"Where did you impose a slight punishment just now? You have killed their guts. To deal with these ambitious foreigners in northern Xinjiang, you should use such a tough method. You treat them with courtesy, integrity, shame and trust, and they only treat you as a I'm afraid of them..." Shaoyin rested her hands on Jiang Pengji's shoulders, and said warmly with the expression of someone who had come here, "When you arrive at Langya Academy, I will cover you."

Wei Ci silently glanced at Lu Zheng's hands, his eyes darkened.

"I said, don't pat me on the shoulder from behind..." Jiang Pengji repeated.

"My name is Lu Zheng, and the master gave me Shaoyin. Look, we know each other now, and we are not strangers, are we?"

Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and said, "It's up to you, if I take off your arm next time, just don't make me responsible."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Pengji shook her shoulder with some ingenuity, and she slid out like a loach.

Lu Zheng found that the shoulder under his palm had become extremely smooth, and before he had time to grab it subconsciously, she had already left his palm.

He could only stare blankly at his hands, then at Jiang Pengji's back, and sighed.

"It's really skillful."

Wei Ci looked indifferently, his eyelids slightly closed, and said, "People who practice martial arts, after reaching a certain level, they will be highly alert to the surrounding things. If there is a strange aura trying to approach them, it is very easy for them to be captured unconsciously... Shaoyin, Take it easy."

Lu Zheng was startled, and quickly realized that Wei Ci meant that he was short-hearted.

"Why does Zixiao read those unscrupulous market stories?"

That rhetoric, no matter how you look at it, looks like the standard equipment for a master ranger in a market storybook.

"If you don't believe me, try to get close to her when she is taking a nap. But, if the arm is disabled, I will not be responsible."

Wei Ci knew that it was not a rumor in the market storybook at all, it was true.

"Hi! 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 around and left, leaving him with nowhere to vent his anger.

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