Wei Ci understands her, and once she is busy, she doesn't treat herself as a human being, and she doesn't eat when no one reminds her.

When you are young, you can toss as much as you want, but when you are old, your spleen and stomach will suffer.

Jiang Pengji was reminded by him, raised her hand and rubbed her stomach, she hadn't eaten a few meals, and she was so hungry that she didn't feel it anymore.

"Zixiao didn't say it, I almost forgot about it. ”

Wei Ci smiled dumbly, pulled the food table over, and then opened the food box, and the rich aroma came to his nose.

The conditions in the barracks were poor, and there were few fruits and vegetables in northern Xinjiang, so the soldiers either ate dry food or pickled jerky, and the taste was extremely poor.

There was a lot of loot today, and Wei Ci asked the cooks to leave him a few pieces of good meat with moderate fat and lean weight, as well as dried goods from the mountains and wilderness.

Jiang Pengji watched Wei Ci take out the food in the food box, smelling the aroma of the food, and her stomach began to make trouble.

"The food master doesn't have this good craft, didn't Zixiao make it for me?"

The food master will only make big pot rice and big pot dishes, and can only ensure that the food is clean, and whether it tastes good or not is not considered at all.

Sometimes it was half-baked, and the soldiers had to eat it hard.

The food served by Wei Ci is different, not to mention the taste, just looking at the color and smelling the fragrance, it makes people's thumbs move.

"Except for the lord, Ci has never cooked for others. Eat while hot. Wei Ci filled her with rice and took a pair of bamboo chopsticks, "I haven't cooked for a long time, I don't know if the craftsmanship is unfamiliar - if the lord feels that it doesn't fit, Ci will let someone prepare another one." ”

Jiang Pengji took the dishes and chopsticks, pulling the rice while raising her eyes to look at Wei Ci.

"What is the lord looking at Ci like this?"

Wei Ci served her a bowl of mushroom soup and let her eat it.

It's not good to eat meat all the time, and it's easy to get greasy.

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "It's beautiful and delicious, and you can only eat when you look at Zixiao." ”

Wei Ci smiled bitterly, even though his knot had been resolved, his master's sultry methods always caught him off guard.

Ci didn't expect that he would be so useful. Wei Ci replied in a kind manner, "In that case, the lord will eat a few more bowls." ”

said so on the lips, but said in the heart - flamboyant tongue.

If you look at his face like this, why did Your Majesty always refuse to eat on time before, and always ask him to say all the good things to coax?

Looking back now, Wei Ci has an absurd guess in his heart-

Could it be that Your Majesty doesn't have a bad appetite, but just wants him to coax him?

"If Zixiao eats with me, I can eat more deliciously. ”

"Ci has already eaten. ”

Wei Ci smiled and made up a bowl for her, his eyes as soft as water.

Jiang Pengji ate all the food prepared by Wei Ci, without wasting a grain of rice or a drop of soup, and the plate was brighter than her face.

"Zixiao's craftsmanship should be married. ”

Wei Ci said, "Don't worry, there are still a few years." ”

Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci's lips and subconsciously licked the dry corners of her mouth.

"Zixiao can have a dessert after the meal?"

Wei Ci was stunned, although the lord was not picky, she didn't like too sweet food, and desserts were rarely touched.

"Not yet ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the other party's right hand shoot out like lightning, pressing the back of his neck to him, and the two fell directly on the seat.

Don't look at Jiang Pengji's theoretical knowledge, when it comes to real combat, it seems that she will only gnaw.

After a while, Wei Ci left the main tent with the empty food box, and his pale lips were as red as fire, as if they could drip blood.

When he met Qi Guanrang, he also hung his head slightly and hurriedly said hello.

Qi Guanrang: "......"

Qi Guanrang happened to find Jiang Pengji for something, and when he saw the appearance of the lord, and then thought about Wei Ci's embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

Wei Ci is twenty-six years old, and the lord is almost twenty years old.

For people of this age, if they move faster, their children will be able to go to the Golden Scale Academy.

It's just that the two of them are too simple.

"Lord, the identities of those two people have been asked. "The official let him rein in his mind and return to a state of business.

"The identities of the two?" Jiang Pengji was stunned for a moment, and then remembered who the person Qi Guanrang was referring to, "What identity?"

The two people captured by Jiang Peng Jisheng just look at the armor of the two of them and know that they have extraordinary status, maybe they are still important big names in Northern Xinjiang...... She was too lazy to waste time, so she directly left the matter to the official to deal with, and hurriedly went back to the account to wash and change clothes.

The two of them were hard-mouthed, secretive about their identities, and couldn't ask anything about them. However, Zaidao had seen them and knew their identities. When Qi Guanrang said this, the smile on his face grew, "Both of them are princes of Northern Xinjiang, one is seven and the other is eight. ”

"The prince of Northern Xinjiang?" Jiang Pengji was taken aback and said in surprise, "That old turtle of the king of Northern Xinjiang is quite capable of life. ”

This fertility is amazing.

Jiang Pengji killed the second prince to sacrifice the flag, and also slaughtered the ninth prince, and hung his body to attack the momentum of the northern frontier.

Sun Wen borrowed a knife to kill people and slaughtered the four princes of Northern Xinjiang with the hands of the ninth prince.

In this way, she killed three princes in Northern Xinjiang here, and now she has captured two more.

There are too many princes in Northern Xinjiang, and they are not worth anything at all.

Qi Guanrang was choked by his father-in-law's description.

But...... The king of Northern Xinjiang is indeed quite capable, and his own lord is his nemesis, destined to cut off the royal family.

"What is the lord going to do with the two?"

Jiang Pengji thought for a while, "Family, pay attention to reunion, send them down to meet other brothers." ”

The official asked him to twist his eyebrows, what the lord meant, she didn't plan to let the two go.

"Kill now?"

"Wouldn't it be cheaper to kill them now?" Jiang Pengji thought about it, and an idea popped up in her heart, she said, "Take off the two of them, tie them up and hang them on the arrow tower." I remember that the second prince of Northern Xinjiang also received this treatment, they are all brothers, and they can't favor one over the other. ”

After speaking, she added, "By the way, before doing this, Wen Zheng first drafted a letter and told the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court - if you want to exchange the two of you, you only need to tie up the royal family and surrender Kaicheng." If not, then they should keep their eyes open and watch—"

If it was another time, he could exchange the captives for benefits, but Jiang Pengji didn't plan to let go of the northern frontier.

Instead of letting people go back to the mountains, it is better to use them to attack the momentum of northern Xinjiang and give them spiritual oppression.

The officer gave way, "Yes." ”

In another place, the eighth prince, who had been reduced to a prisoner, finally woke up.

Seeing that the eighth prince showed signs of awakening, the seventh prince hurriedly called, "Eighth brother—eighth brother wake up—"

The eighth prince woke up slowly, and he only felt that his throat was dry, as if there was a fire burning there.

"Seven, Seven, Brother - where is this?"

The eighth prince moved his body and found that his hands were tied with ropes, and there was a sharp pain in his lower limbs.

In an instant, memories of before fainting flooded back.

He remembered that he had been dragged off his horse with a lasso and had been trampled on both legs by a horse's hooves.