Two Hundred and Seventy Sixth: Northern Xinjiang to Envoy (2)

Feng Jin was grinning in pain at first, but when he heard Jiang Pengji's blatant declaration, his hands didn't hurt anymore, and his stomach hurt.

If it's in Hejian County, it's okay for her to be so arrogant, at least Liu She can handle it.

But now, this is Shangjing, under the emperor's feet, she doesn't have the advantage of being the top snake, and she can be so arrogant.

Thinking of his humility and concession just now, in exchange for such humiliation and a knife on the arm, he suddenly felt that it was better to be arrogant.

"Lanting, be careful, these people don't come with good intentions." Feng Jin covered the wound with his left hand, glaring blood kept flowing from his fingers, his face was pale from the pain and blood loss, and even his voice was very weak, "Emperor Beijiang The messenger sent by the court..."

Jiang Pengji looked at the several strong men who were confronting people in the courtyard. Each of them had black hair, braided thin braids, and floral cloth scarves on their heads. Their thick eyebrows slanted into their temples. Their faces were relatively deep and three-dimensional, and they could be seen at a glance. It turns out that these are foreigners.

I saw them one by one with bare upper body, with strange and complicated tattoos on their shoulders and chests. They could vaguely see the appearance of ferocious beasts. Their upper bodies showed muscles bulging like stones. One arm was thicker than Feng Jin's thigh. It is oiled and reflective.

"Heh, the envoy sent by the Northern Xinjiang imperial court?" Jiang Pengji gave a cold grin, and took two steps forward, and the crowd automatically parted ways for her, "Feng Jin, are you living like a dog at your age? The son of Shu Ling, was bullied like this? It’s just a few watchdogs, and you are not a descendant of the Northern Xinjiang imperial family, so you were beaten like this, it’s really embarrassing for you.”

Feng Jin's expression changed, not because she was angry with Jiang Pengji's harsh words, but because it was the truth.

The son of Tangtang Zhong Shuling was beaten in the face and injured his important right arm in the Tangquan building under the name of King Changshou.

He will most likely not be able to participate in the assessment a few days later because of this injury.

"Who are you calling a watchdog?"

Jiang Pengji stood in front of Feng Jin, her gaze was on the person who spoke, some of the other students were watching, and some wanted to help, but they didn't bring any convenient weapons, just comparing their size, where are these hilly knives Strong man's opponent?

Feng Jin was the most unlucky, injured his arm and was beaten in the face, while the others had messy clothes and occasional scratches.

"Tsk, the dog who stole his sister-in-law is the one who scolded him." Jiang Pengji seemed to be in a bad mood, as if she had taken gunpowder, and now someone came up to her to ask for a cigarette, so she was naturally given a rude meal. He said fiercely, "Isn't northern Xinjiang divided into three, six or nine ranks? Except for the royal family, which is the first class, the others are second-class rubbish. To say that you are watchdogs is a compliment, and it shows the friendship between the two countries."

Feng Jin had never seen such a pungent Jiang Pengji, and was so shocked that she forgot the pain for a moment.

Those rough guys were also choked by Jiang Pengji's scolding. The leader looked fierce, but he was not good at talking.

They feel that those scholars are weak, they can only talk about anything, their thighs are not as thick as their own arms, and they are in a sensitive period. Even if they humiliate these white chickens, the Dongqing royal family will not do anything to them.

"You, who do you think stole my sister-in-law?"

A trace of panic flashed across the face of the leading strong man, he raised his knife and took a step forward, instantly shortening the distance between him and Jiang Pengji, threatening viciously.

Jiang Pengji let out a heck and grinned, revealing her white teeth, "You even stole your old man's concubine."

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji would not aim at the target indiscriminately,

It is estimated that what she said was still true, otherwise the strong man's reaction would not have been so intense...Suddenly, he couldn't help but think of the scene where Jiang Pengji shook his head when he met the robbers that night.

"Huaiyu, which dog hurt you?"

Jiang Pengji didn't pay attention to the strong men in front of her at all, she just did it if she refused to accept, she would not lose in a fight, and it was even more impossible to lose in a fight.

"Lanting, Dongqing is a country of etiquette..." Feng Jin secretly smiled bitterly, "By the way, the one who hit me was the one with the green turban."

In his heart, he felt that Jiang Pengji was very happy to say that, but he also had to pay attention to the influence of the two countries.

However, the little friend is willing to stand up for himself, and this kind of intention cannot be rejected.

"Talk to people in human language, because people can understand human language. Talk to dogs in dog language, because dogs can't understand human language. You see, you speak human language to them, and they don't understand. But I told him So, don't they understand?" Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue, "When dealing with foreign friends, you should change accordingly and actively eliminate language barriers, this is the correct way of diplomacy..."

Everyone knew that Jiang Pengji was lying, but some people felt that they had been brainwashed.

This nonsense seems to have some meaning.

Those strong men from Northern Xinjiang had come here to pick things up, and it was a pleasure to bully those frail scholars, but when they met Jiang Pengji, who was so eloquent, they immediately became furious, and if they couldn't do it, they would beat them.

Dongqing has been emphasizing culture and suppressing martial arts for many years. Those men on the border of northern Xinjiang can be regarded as tough men, but after they entered Dongqing, the men they saw were not sissies with hairpin flowers and powder, who wanted to twist their waists when they walked. Occasionally, there were a few normal men Yes, it is also lack of limbs.

They can pat their chests and say that the total number of chickens in the yard is not enough for them to chop, let alone the short man in front of them!

It turns out that they seem to have met a fake sissy today, a real strongman!

boom--

Jiang Pengji is thin and small, with the advantage of dexterity, but her strength has nothing to do with her appearance.

I thought I could grab it with just raising my hand, but unexpectedly Jiang Pengji was even slippery than a loach.

He snatched the blade from one of them with his bare hands, pinched the opponent's wrist joint with two fingers, not only forced the opponent to release the hand holding the knife, but at the same time turned around to approach the opponent's arms, pulled the opponent's body forward, and thrust the other elbow upwards suddenly. Hit, right in the man's Adam's apple.

Between lightning and flint, he caught the handle of the big knife that the opponent had let go, and at the same time turned around and pushed his knees upwards.

With sensitive ears, you can even hear the sound of the pouch bursting and the liquid splashing.

Everyone: "..."

Wait, that location...

Feng Jin took a step back in fright, her legs trembling faintly.

Jiang Pengji used the strong man's body as a shield to block a knife aimed at her vest, flipped her wrist, and turned the blade in one direction.

Her back seemed to have eyes, and the blade moved swiftly across the eyes of the attacker, and the blood spilled out immediately, making people's eyes hurt unceasingly. This is not over yet, after she dropped the "shield", she grabbed its throat with claws and threw it on the ground.

Putting his face on the ground aside, the force Jiang Pengji gave plus the force of his own fall made his whole face bloody and bloody, turning into a frying pan.

It was obvious that a dozen or so big guys surrounded and beat up one person, but judging from the situation on the field, how did it look like Jiang Pengji beat up a group of them?

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji could fight, but he didn't know that she was able to fight to this extent, beating anyone she saw.

Those strong men are all well-trained northern Xinjiang warriors. There are very few people, but they are like head harvesters on the battlefield.

"Tell me, which dog's paw hurt Huaiyu?"

Jiang Pengji stepped on one side of the other's face, his face was distorted and he couldn't move, as if he was being pressed down by a mountain of five fingers.

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