Two Hundred and Seventy Seventh: Northern Xinjiang to Envoy (3)

Jiang Pengji was basically merciless in her attacks. Although they were still alive, they were basically useless.

According to the ethos of the three tribes in northern Xinjiang, the fate of these disabled people is to be abandoned and thrown into the wild to fight for their lives with wild beasts.

In northern Xinjiang, where resources are scarce and the environment is harsh, this is an ending worse than death.

"No answer? Well, both arms are chopped off."

After all, the big knife in her hand was already hungry and thirsty.

At this time, there was a sound of armor colliding and a series of heavy running footsteps outside the courtyard.

"Wait!"

If you tell her to slow down, she will lose face, Jiang Pengji smiled inwardly.

After all, it was a step too late, and the knife was raised and dropped, and a bloody arm was cut off at the root.

Jiang Pengji looked up indifferently to the outside of the courtyard. Two rows of armored soldiers from Northern Xinjiang ran in, all carrying shiny weapons in their hands. A very oppressive feeling.

"You actually..."

A man dressed in Beijiang came out of the crowd, and his face turned black when he saw the Beijiang warrior lying on the ground.

"The person I'm beating with my skills, why should I stop?" Jiang Pengji moved her foot away from the face, kicked the other person away, and then looked at the person with a cold expression, "If you want to blame, you are too slow to speak. , how can you blame me for acting too fast?"

She took the initiative and did not give the other party a chance to ask questions. "This is Dongqing, not your wild and uncivilized northern Xinjiang. If you don't want to abide by the rules, go back quickly. Since you want to marry the royal family and negotiate peace,

Please also show the sincerity of your peace talks. "

Jiang Pengji beat him up, and chopped off his arm in front of him, the situation was irreversible.

In the final analysis, it was for his sake, how could Feng Jin hold back at this moment?

He gasped for breath, endured the severe pain in his arm, and said with a pale face, "Seriously injuring the son of an important official in the court and humiliating young Dongqing students, this is the sincerity of your court's peace talks? Today's matter cannot end easily, you Northern Xinjiang There must be an explanation!"

If these people were playing tricks on ordinary people or disciples from poor families, Dongqing would have to swallow this matter no matter how upset it was.

After all, they have to focus on the "big picture".

But what about the result?

Among the people, Feng Jin was the most injured. He is the second son of the Feng family, one of Dongqing's four masters, and the son of Zhongshu Ling Fengren!

If the bruises on his face were not wiped with good medicine, it would take ten days and a half months to disappear. In addition, his right arm was cut with a knife, and the blood continued to flow, and his right hand was injured. Unable to write, affecting the upcoming evaluation.

In order to stand out in the assessment, which student has not worked hard?

Feng Jin missed this assessment, which meant that all his previous efforts were in vain, and even the plan he had made early in the morning was disrupted.

Who will compensate for such a big loss?

Feng Jin suffered all these grievances, is he willing to be beaten for nothing?

Will Feng Ren let it go?

Will the Feng family let it go?

For a gentry with a head and a face that has been passed down for more than a thousand years, one's life can be lost, but one's face cannot be beaten.

Seeing Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin singing together, with an arrogant attitude, the man from Northern Xinjiang who led the troops also stiffened his face.

Jiang Pengji added fuel to the fire again, and took the opportunity to add something.

"If you have no intention of peace talks, you should explain it as soon as possible. Today you deliberately humiliated the son of an important minister in the court. This matter must be reported to the official. Instead of staring at me here, you might as well go back and ask your master about this matter." How should things be settled!"

The other party was choked up by Jiang Pengji so much, and a lot of anger had accumulated in his stomach.

A few warriors from Northern Xinjiang are looking for trouble here. Someone secretly instructed them to do so. Even if they hurt someone, they will not be afraid. Then someone will come out to support them. Dongqing is used to being weak. You have to swallow the loss.

But it never occurred to him that the warriors from northern Xinjiang who came to make trouble were pushed to the ground and ravaged instead of bullying others.

The man from Beijiang was the general of Beijiang who escorted the married princess this time, and he also had some status and face among the three tribes in Beijiang.

He was supposed to come here with high spirits and lead the troops, intending to ask the teacher for his crimes, but now he was blocked by a big and a half boy.

"What kind of thing are you? You should pay the price for hurting our northern border warriors... arrest them all."

The man from Beijiang made up his mind, planning to arrest him first, and secretly come up with a deadly witness.

As long as he insists that he is at a disadvantage, according to the Dongqing royal family's always weak style, Beijiang will not suffer.

The so-called "son of an important official in the court", as long as the marriage is not set, the Dongqing royal family dare not tear their face apart... So, the man from Northern Xinjiang looked at Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin, There is a little more killing intent.

Facts have proved that what they kicked was not an iron plate, but an iron wall!

"Wulibah, who do you want to arrest?"

At this time, Liu She's voice came from the crowd.

The man from Beijiang didn't expect someone to reveal his identity, so he couldn't help but follow his reputation.

"My son is right. This is Dongqing, not your northern border. If you don't want to come and go, then be a good person. Otherwise, no matter how much other old immortals protect you, I, Liu Zhongqing, will let you Can’t get out of Shangjing City Gate!”

Feng Ren who was a step behind looked gloomy at his embarrassed son, then at the arrogant Beijiang group, and sneered in his heart.

He didn't speak out against those Beijiang envoys, but chose to ignore them directly and asked people to invite the medical officer over.

"Bandage the wound, and later go to the palace with my father to face the Holy Spirit."

Feng Jin nodded with a pale face.

Wu Liba is now riding a tiger, and his face is swollen like a pig's liver.

Originally, he came here to cut someone's face, but now he was turned back, and was thrown on the ground and stepped on twice by the other party.

"The next time you go out with a little brain, if you want to show off someone, first check whether the target is a cat or a tiger." Jiang Pengji stepped forward and clicked twice, ignoring the other's embarrassing expression, "As long as Huaiyu's arm is fine, If something happens that makes it difficult to hold the pen smoothly in the future, Wu Liba, I don’t want compensation from your humble life, just be smarter and apologize by breaking your arms..."

Wu Liba's complexion was completely ashamed, and he looked at Jiang Pengji with full killing intent.

If it was an ordinary person, they would have been frightened out of their wits long ago, but she was Jiang Pengji.

To put it bluntly, she has killed more people than the other party has eaten rice.

"It depends on whether the emperor of Dongqing agrees to this."

After finishing speaking, Wu Liba took the people away, not caring about the half-dead northern warriors on the ground.

Seeing their leaving backs, Jiang Pengji slashed towards the rockery beside her.

Liu She then sighed, "Don't look at Wu Liba as a brainless reckless man, but he is actually a rare wise general in northern Xinjiang."

"In other words, Huaiyu suffered a loss this time, so it's hard to get back?" Jiang Pengji took a deep breath, and quickly understood the joint, "So, the Nanban Fourth Division has already defeated Nansheng, and Nansheng has also won. I have sent envoys to Dongqing to ask for help... No wonder the three tribes in Northern Xinjiang are so arrogant. If the person injured this time is not Huaiyu, but someone else, I'm afraid there will be a fatal accident..."

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