When the man heard the words "picture poor dagger", his eyes widened slightly, and his expression became hideous and vicious.

He immediately drew his sharp blade and pounced on Jiang Pengji, and the snow-white blade slashed a white light in the air.

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

However, Jiang Pengji is not a scumbag, and she will not be chased by people running around the tent and running for her life-

She kicked the table in front of her, and the small one flew towards the Assassin.

The assassin didn't dodge, and rushed straight at Jiang Pengji, letting the table smash on him.

He knew that he only had this one chance, and if he accidentally missed it, then he would never have a chance to kill Jiang Pengji again.

Besides, just a table, how much pain can it hurt to smash on the body?

If it weren't for Jiang Pengji, this assassin's judgment would naturally be correct, and it could even be regarded as decisive.

It's a pity that the person assassinated by the assassin was Jiang Pengji, and this person can't be measured by common sense at all.

A wat board can be turned into a murder weapon that dismemberes the corpse when it rests in her hand, and a table case passing through her hand will be 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 Jiang Pengji in the chest.

At the same time, the table flew in front of him, striking the Assassin in the chest with unmistaken accuracy.

In the next moment, there was a cracking sound from the tabletop, the legs of the table were torn apart, and the wood chips exploded.

The assassin didn't feel like he had been smashed by the table, but was clearly hit hard by the hill, breaking several sternums in an instant.

Because of this huge blow, the action of leaning forward and killing flew upside down in the opposite direction for more than a foot, and fell to the ground like a rag doll.

The internal organs shattered, and viscous blood poured up the throat, overflowing the mouth, and half of the face became a bloody blur.

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

Tent Advisor: "......"

It's not all started yet, it's over.

Feng Zhen maintained the action of saving forward, but his expression froze in an awkward arc, looking funny and embarrassing.

Although Wei Ci was not so exaggerated, the nervousness and worry on his face were not fake, and his pale and beautiful lips were dyed white.

"Lord, lord—"

Toyoma looked at the sawdust on the ground in disbelief, doubting his eyes.

This table is not made of wood, it is clearly made of pure gold and silver, otherwise how could it be so lethal?

Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, and there was no trace of warmth in her eyes when she looked at the assassin.

The assassin was hit head-on by the table, and the whole person flew upside down for more than a kilometer, his sternum was almost shattered, and his internal organs were skewered with broken sternum, and he couldn't survive, "What are you shouting? Call someone to come and clean up his body, I will have a nightmare if I keep it." ”

Toyojin: "......"

Nightmares?

Lord, are you serious?

Feng Zhen came back to his senses, and he found that he was so frightened that he was covered in a cold sweat, and his front and back were already wet with sweat.

The scene just now is really thrilling, the distance between the lord and the assassin is less than five steps, the real moment of life and death-

If Jiang Pengji is killed, the fledgling cause will be forced to terminate.

The three armies had no leader, and they cheapened the northern frontier in vain.

The guards outside heard the movement and burst into the tent, and when they saw the Assassin lying on the ground, they quickly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Jiang Pengji's expression warmed up slightly, and she said, "It's okay, you just drag this person down—wait, this drawing is left." ”

She picked up a topographical map of the city's interior, and the four guards each took one of the Assassin's hands and feet and carried him out.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a large pool of undried blood on the ground, who would have guessed that there had been an assassination in the tent?

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

Anyway, this assassin was brought to Jiang Pengji by him.

Failing to identify the Assassin was guilty of negligence.

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows and said, "This is not to blame Zixiao, don't say that one assassin, even a hundred or ten can't hurt me." ”

Feng Zhen on the side also helped to persuade, "The thieves in Northern Xinjiang are not dead, I thought they were already at the end of the crossbow, but I didn't expect that there was still strength to resist." Although Zixiao is at fault, it is not the main cause. Now that the lord has forgiven, Zixiao should not be too worried. ”

Jiang Pengji couldn't resist Wei Ci, so she could only symbolically punish her for three months, Wei Ci felt that this punishment was too light, and tried to make her worse.

"The top priority is not to hold you accountable, Beijiang is the culprit. Jiang Pengji frowned impatiently, and her tone was slightly "bad", "Zixiao really feels that he has made a mistake, and I will find you to settle accounts in the future, now-don't worry, don't you hurry-"

The news of Jiang Pengji's assassination soon reached Sun Wen and Qi Guanrang's ears.

The two hurried over and found that the main tent was neatly furnished, and there was no confusion at all.

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

The official made his expression quite calm, but his clothes were a little crooked, and at a glance, he knew that he had come in a hurry, and his breathing was still a little short.

Jiang Pengji mocked mercilessly, "No, if the assassins are all of this level, they can only hurt me before they have ghosts." ”

Hearing this, Sun Wen decisively swallowed the question back into his stomach.

Needless to say, the father-in-law is definitely not the one who suffers.

"Zaidao, look at this royal city blueprint—"

Jiang Pengji handed the blueprint brought by the assassin to Sun Wen, who took it and looked at it a few times, and could roughly determine whether it was true or false.

"At least eighty percent sure, the drawings are real. In order to assassinate the lord, Beijiang also had good intentions, and even used real drawings as bait. ”

Sun Wen muttered twice, and Jiang Pengji sneered in return.

"What are the good intentions, if you say so, the right minister is also pitiful. ”

Sun Wen twisted his eyebrows, "The assassin used the right minister of Northern Xinjiang as an excuse?"

Northern Xinjiang has always looked down on the Han family in the Central Plains, and the hostility is very heavy, and the right minister of Northern Xinjiang is a typical example.

I forgot to say that the left minister of northern Xinjiang is a vulture.

Unlike the Central Plains, which respects the right, Northern Xinjiang has always respected the left.

"It's not just that-" Jiang Pengji said firmly, "In my opinion, that right minister Bacheng really wanted to surrender, so the drawings he brought were also true, but he never expected that the messenger he sent would be intercepted by someone halfway, Li Dai Taozhuang——"

Jiang Pengji became wary when she saw the assassin.

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

Jiang Pengji also found that the other party's clothes did not fit very well, looking at the wilted, others would think that it was a crumpled squatting basket, so it looked messy, but Jiang Pengji had a very accurate grasp of the size, whether it was not neatly dressed or not fitted, she knew in her heart.

Most likely, the Assassin's clothes were not his own!

Jiang Pengji learned about the Northern Xinjiang court from Sun Wen, and the right minister despised the Central Plains very much, and often took pleasure in humiliating the Han people, a very typical vulgar barbarian, how could this person devote himself to studying Han literature, and also edify his subordinates to a bit of ink

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