Feng Jin was still grinning in pain, but when he heard Jiang Pengji's declaration of such an arrogant debut, his hands didn't hurt anymore, and his stomach hurt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it was in Hejian County, it would be okay for her to be so arrogant, so Liu She could carry it.

But now, this is Shangjing, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, she does not have the advantage of occupying the head snake, and she can still be so arrogant.

Thinking of his humble concession, and finally in exchange for such humiliation and a knife in his arm, he suddenly felt that it was still arrogant.

"Lanting, be careful, these people are not good. Feng Jin covered the wound with his left hand, the piercing blood kept flowing from his fingers, his face was pale from pain and blood loss, and even his voice was very weak, "The envoy sent by the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court ......"

Jiang Pengji looked at the few strong men confronting people in the courtyard, one by one with black hair, braided with tiny braids, with a flower cloth towel tied on their heads, thick eyebrows flying obliquely into their sideburns, and their faces were relatively deep and three-dimensional, and they could tell at a glance that these were foreigners.

I saw them naked one by one, with strange and complex tattoos tattooed on their shoulders and chests, and they could vaguely see the appearance of hideous beasts, their upper bodies exposed bulging muscles like stones, one arm was thicker than Feng Jin's thighs, and their skin was oiled, and they could also reflect light.

"Heh, the envoy sent by the Northern Xinjiang Imperial Court?" Jiang Pengji sneered coldly, took two steps forward, and the crowd automatically separated for her, "Feng Jin, you are living to the belly of a dog at this age, right? The son of the dignified Shuling was bullied like this? It's just a few watchdogs, and you are not a descendant of the Northern Imperial Court, you were beaten like this, it really disgraces your Lao Tzu." ”

Feng Jin's expression changed, not that she was angry that Jiang Pengji said something ugly, but that this was the case.

The son of the dignified Shuling was slapped in the face in the Tangquan Pavilion under the name of King Changshou and injured an important right arm.

In a few days' time, he will most likely not be able to participate because of this injury.

"Who are you calling a watchdog?"

Jiang Pengji stood in front of Feng Jin, looking at the person who spoke, some of the other students were watching, and some wanted to come forward to help, but they didn't bring any weapons in their hands, just comparing their size, where is the opponent of these mountain-like strong men with knives?

Feng Jin was the most unlucky, he injured his arm and was slapped in the face, while the others were disheveled and occasionally bruised.

"Tsk, which dog stole his sister-in-law, scolded which dog. Jiang Pengji seemed to have eaten gunpowder, and her mood was very bad, and at this time, someone came to her to look for a smoke, so she naturally slammed it unceremoniously, "Doesn't Northern Xinjiang give people a class of three, six, nine, and so on? Except for the royal family, which is a first-class person, the others are second-class garbage." To say that you are watchdogs is a compliment and a demonstration of the friendship between the two countries. ”

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

Those rough men were also choked by Jiang Pengji's scolding, and the leader looked fierce, but he was not a person who was good at speaking.

They feel that those scholars are weak, they can only talk about something in their mouths, and their two 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 did you say stole your sister-in-law?"

A trace of panic flashed on the face of the strong man in the lead, and he took a step forward with his knife, instantly narrowing the distance between him and Jiang Pengji, threatening viciously.

Jiang Pengji snorted, grinned, and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "You also stole your little wife." ”

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji would not be untargeted, and it was estimated that what she said was still true, otherwise the strong man's reaction would not have been so fierce...... Suddenly, he couldn't help but think of the scene where he was shaken off by Jiang Pengji in the bandit village that night.

"Huaiyu, which dog hurt you?"

Jiang Pengji didn't take these strong men in front of her in her eyes at all, she did it if she didn't accept it, she didn't lose in a fight, and it was even more impossible to lose in a fight.

"Lanting, Dongqing is a state of etiquette...... Feng Jin smiled bitterly, "By the way, the one who beat me was the one with a green turban." ”

He felt in his heart that Jiang Pengji was very cool to say this, 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 intention cannot be refused.

"Speak to people, because people understand people. If you talk to a dog, you have to talk to a dog, because a dog can't understand human speech. You see, you speak human language to them, and they don't understand. But when I tell him this, don't they understand?" Jiang Pengji sighed, "When dealing with foreign friends, you should change accordingly and actively eliminate the language barrier, this is the right way to diplomacy......"

Everyone knows that Jiang Pengji is, but some people feel that they have been brainwashed.

This crooked reasoning seems to be really interesting.

Those strong men in Northern Xinjiang originally came to stir up trouble, and they were quite happy to bully those weak scholars, but when they met Jiang Pengji with such a sharp mouth, they immediately became angry, and said that they would fight it, anyway, if they don't die, it's fine.

Dongqing has been heavy on literature and military for many years, and those men on the border of northern Xinjiang can be regarded as iron-clad, but after they entered Dongqing, the men they saw were not hairpins and flowers, and they couldn't wait to twist their waists when they walked.

They can pat their chests and say that the white chopped chickens in the yard are not enough for them to cut, let alone the short man in front of them!

It turns out that they seem to have run into a fake sissy today, what a Hercules!

Bang –

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

I thought I could take it with my hand, but I didn't expect Jiang Pengji to be even more slippery than a loach.

He snatched the blade of the knife from one of them with his bare hands, pinched the joints of the opponent's wrist with two fingers, and not only forced the opponent to release the hand holding the knife, but also turned one close to the other's arms, pulled the opponent forward, and struck the other elbow upward, hitting the person's Adam's apple.

Between the lightning and flint, he caught the handle of the big knife that the other party had taken off, and at the same time twisted his body and pushed it up with his knees.

The ears are so sensitive that you can even hear the sound of a pouch bursting and 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 at her vest, flipping her wrist and turning the blade in one direction.

Her back seemed to have eyes, and the blade of the knife slashed through the eyes of the sneak attacker, and the blood suddenly spilled, and the eyes hurt to see. That wasn't the end of it, as she dropped the shield and grabbed it by the throat with her fingers, tossing it down to the ground.

Not to mention the face on the ground, the strength given by Jiang Pengji coupled with the force of her own fall, the whole face was blurred with flesh and blood, and it became a frying pan.

Obviously, more than a dozen big men beat up one person, but looking at the form on the field, how do you look like Jiang Pengji beating a group of them?

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji could fight, but she didn't know that she could fight to this point, and she would see who would fight whom.

Those strong men are all well-trained warriors in the northern frontier, and their numbers are very small, but they are like human head harvesters on the battlefield.

"Say, which of your dog's paws hurt Huaiyu?"

The other party was trampled on one side of Jiang Pengji's face, his face was distorted, and he couldn't move, as if he was pressed by a five-fingered mountain.