"My lord, even if we want to go to war with the Northern Frontier, it can't be now-"

Knowing that Jiang Pengji had sent something to Wu Liba, Qi Guanrang almost didn't pinch his baby fan.

"What are you afraid of? Now it is the northern Xinjiang that does not want to fight, and the initiative to start a war is also ours, and the northern Xinjiang cannot be the master. If you can't bear it, you can turn around and leave. ”

This guy Fengzhen didn't think it was a big deal, and he took a sip of sake with a grin.

It is said that his salary is not low, what good wine can't be bought?

But Feng Zhen just likes the east to rub a little, the west to rub a little, even if it is turbid wine, you can drink it beautifully.

Among all the families, he likes the wine here the most, and the taste is more mellow than ordinary wine.

Qi Guanrang glared at Feng Zhen fiercely, he expected it to be right, it must be this prodigal son who instigated the lord to make trouble.

Feng Zhen received the look of Qi Guanrang, secretly relaxed his shoulders, and smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

An expression of what you can do to me.

What kind of virtue is the lord of his own family, can the official have a little B number in his heart?

The lord herself is a troublemaker, she can't be separated, and she still needs to be instigated by others to make trouble?

At most, he made some comments, and he could only be regarded as an accomplice.

Jiang Pengji on the side also helped Feng Zhen, she said, "With so much bird gas in northern Xinjiang, I just took the opportunity to find some ground." Don't say that I send one, even if I send ten or eight copies, they will have to bear it. Wen Zheng, do you guess if the wise man of Northern Xinjiang can guess the connotation?"

With the support of the lord, Feng Zhen straightened his chest proudly, so angry that the official made the back molars itch.

It's just enough to instigate the lord to make waves, and this prodigal son is still proud?

Qi Guanrang's face was gloomy, and the audience of the melon-eating party arranged the jokes of the two with a smile, which made Jiang Pengji very happy.

She secretly laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, but the other place of the vullibal couldn't laugh.

"Oh, a gift from Liuzhou Mu?" Wu Liba heard the news, his heart turned, and he decided that Jiang Pengji had confessed, and she was expressing kindness in the way of gift-giving. Wu Liba's face was not visible, but there was a smile in his heart, and he said, "Quickly present the gift." ”

The gift is placed in a delicate wooden box, and the box is surrounded by delicate and beautiful lines, which looks like a work of art.

Seeing this, Wu Liba's heart became more stable.

He opened the box himself, and as soon as he lifted it, he smelled blood and rancidity.

Wu Liba's face changed, and when he opened the lid and saw the contents of the box, his face turned pale.

Inside the mirror box was a delicate set of glass headdresses and a transparent bowl containing a piece of rotting flesh stained with clotted blood.

If it had been left a few years ago, such a set of glass headdresses could be sold for tens of thousands of yuan in northern Xinjiang, but now it is rampant and cheap, and one set is not consistent. The piece of meat resting in the transparent bowl, looking at it with the insight of Wu Liba, is clearly a person's tongue.

Wu Liba was praised as a wise man in the northern frontier, and his mind naturally didn't have to speak, and he suddenly understood the meaning of the brocade box.

Glass headdresses?

No one in Northern Xinjiang knows that his wife is the eldest lady of the Northern Xinjiang Commercial Bank, and she loves to pursue luxury goods the most.

A few years ago, "Tiangong Liuli" was born, and Wu Liba's wife bought more than a dozen sets in a big way, which was talked about by the noblewomen of Northern Xinjiang. The world thinks that "Tiangong Liuli" is really expensive, but it is a scam. The Northern Xinjiang Commercial Bank Alliance and the Northern Xinjiang noblewoman were cheated by Gu Xin for more than 20 million yuan, among which Wu Liba's wife's maiden family is still the leading boss of the commercial bank, because this matter has collapsed.

Wu Libal lost the support of the Yue family, and his position in northern Xinjiang was greatly affected.

Even Haronza, a political rival of the Vultures, often used this to mock him.

The dignified wise man of Northern Xinjiang was calculated by a businessman, and he still has to laugh off his big teeth?

Therefore, "Tiangong Liuli" has always been an indescribable pain in Wu Liba's heart, and he hates to see this deceptive thing the most.

As for that tongue—

A man who has a broken tongue cannot speak.

Wu Li pulled out Dongqing just to talk, and now hinting at him not to speak, wouldn't it be a slap in the face?

Of course, that's not all -

"Liu Xi, today's humiliation, he will return it twice as much. Wu Liba's face was solemn, he waved his hand, "Take it out and throw it away!"

Wu Liba held back his anger, and was about to calm the fire in his heart, when he saw that there was something else in the brocade box out of the corner of his eye.

"Wait—come back—"

He took out the slip of paper pressed under the tongue with his fingers, unfolded it carefully, and when he read it, anger swelled up, and his eyes flickered and disappeared.

[I think your prince Erha is too noisy, so I specially sent it back - Liu Xi]

This tongue is actually the second prince's!!

Wu Liba didn't care about the title of "Prince Erha", he just needed to know who the owner of this tongue was.

"Liu Xi - Liu Xi - you dare to humiliate us like this-"

His blood pressure soared, his cheeks flushed with blood, and he turned bruised.

Fortunately, Wu Liba's psychological endurance is strong, and he has been extinguished for a while, and he has eased up.

"Someone—"

Wu Liba gasped, his eyes covered in horrible bloodshots.

"On my orders, I sent someone to prepare a 'generous gift' and return it to Liuzhou Mu, fulfilling the Central Plains custom of 'courtesy exchanges'!"

If it weren't for the overall situation, Wu Liba would also want to use disgusting means to disgust Jiang Pengji.

However, as Feng Zhen said, now that the main battle power is Jiang Pengji, the northern Xinjiang has to wait for a good life.

It's not that Northern Xinjiang can't afford to fight, it's just that the cost of going to war now is too high.

Jiang Pengji received a generous gift from Wu Liba, and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

She just likes the enemy to be helpless with her, and in the end she has to hold her, indulge her, and endure her.

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Alas - Northern Xinjiang is also a blood mold that has been poured for eight lifetimes, why did you run into the anchor?

[Ghost talent Guo Fengxiao]: If you stay inside, the anchor is definitely the top villain boss?

[Fluttering Sheep]: That's really desperate, how big does the protagonist's aura have to be, and how strong does the immortal body have to be to defeat the Great Demon King?

[Rain Song on the Railing]: Halo...... At least round up to a diameter of 100 million, right?

Poor Wu Liba, who does not have the aura of the protagonist but takes on the task of the protagonist to fight the big demon king, will definitely be abused by blood.

"When I went to Beijing to say goodbye, how did General Wu Liba live well these years?"

Jiang Pengji and Wu Liba had a one-sided relationship.

At that time, he was high-spirited and arrogant, and forced Jiang Pengji to endure his bad heart.

Now it's upside down.

Dressed in white, she became a dominant prince, but the arrogant Wu Liba wanted to see her face and be careful to flatter.

It's really feng shui in turns.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

was not only shocked by Jiang Pengji's familiarity, but also surprised by her kindness.

He and Liu Xi have met?

Wu Liba doesn't remember the little incident back then.

But Jiang Pengji still remembers.