Jiang Pengji looked at the woman calmly without a word, as if she was thinking about something.
When Feng Zhen, who was standing to the side, saw the woman's appearance, his originally dull eyes brightened in an instant. Admiration flashed in his eyes.
Don't be fooled by Feng Zhen's wanton love of freedom. In some ways, this prodigal Feng was a "devoted" person.
How many beauties were there in the world?
Those who outshone the moon and put flowers to shame, and those who were thin and fat were too numerous to count.
Among the 3,000 beauties, Feng Zhen only loved the older sister.
If she wasn't a mature older sister, no matter how beautiful she was, she would be bland and uninteresting in his eyes.
The plain-clothed woman in front of him happened to be Feng Zhen's favorite type.
Her face was like a goose egg and her skin was creamy. She had a pair of phoenix eyes, long and narrow, curved inward and outward. Her black eyebrows were like willow leaves in February. She had bright eyes and a slender figure. Her waist was like a willow. Even though she wore plain-colored clothes, it couldn't hide her maturity.
According to Feng Zhen's standards, he would give this woman a high score of over 90.
Although beauty was good, one didn't have to take it for oneself. Feng Zhen's attitude was still one of appreciation.
Seeing that his lord didn't speak, Feng Zhen smiled and said, "Is what you said true?"
The woman secretly clenched her fists in her sleeves, but her face was calm as she answered.
"Everything I said is true. How would I dare to gamble with my own life?"
The woman smiled faintly, as if her previous anxiety and worry were just an illusion.
Hanchang Pass had been breached by the enemy. Cries of killing could be heard everywhere. The servants and maids were all busy escaping. How could they care about this family?
The woman was born in Hejian County and married to Cangzhou at the age of 20.
Although she was a woman from an aristocratic family, she knew what would happen to the family of the enemy after the city was breached.
Before Jiang Pengji arrived, the soldiers robbed and killed the servants who fled. They even had evil thoughts about the maids in the manor.
When the other concubines were at a loss, the woman decisively gathered the women and children to hide in the inner courtyard. They used the walls to resist for a while. While hiding in the inner courtyard, she heard the sound of several maids being captured by the enemy. Their pitiful cries even drowned out the cries of killing outside.
Therefore, when the door of the inner court was kicked open, the woman mistakenly thought that Jiang Pengji and the others had ill intentions.
If he didn't do anything, the fate of all the women in the courtyard would be worrying, and even the children would find it hard to keep their lives.
In desperation, the woman simply mentioned Jiang Pengji, hoping that there would be a chance of survival.
She really knew Jiang Pengji. They had some contact when they were young. It was not a lie to say that she was an old friend.
Feng Zhen glanced at the woman, then turned to look at his lord. She was staring at him with her black and white eyes.
"This is interesting. My master is right in front of you. If you really are an old friend of my master, why didn't you recognize him?"
He looked at the woman with a faint smile. She quickly understood Feng Zhen's meaning, and her already pale face instantly lost all color.
"Liu, Liu Xi?"
The woman turned her gaze and looked at Jiang Pengji, who was in the middle. Her words were filled with disbelief.
She really didn't expect Jiang Pengji to be in front of her!
Feng Zhen was just about to smile when his lord nodded at the woman.
"Yeah, long time no see."
Feng Zhen, "…"
No —
The woman in front of him was really an old friend of his lord?
Feng Zhen was dumbfounded. The audience was also dumbfounded. They didn't have Jiang Pengji's abnormal memory.
After the commotion, the ancient big boss who had been lurking for a long time jumped out.
Toudu Feiqiu: "Ah — this lady looks a little familiar. I remember she was one of the noble ladies who appeared when the host first started streaming. She was Shangguan Wan's best friend." He had been frantically searching through the streaming notes and finally found her — Wan Xiu 'er!
Guicai Guofengxiao: "Damn — Big boss, you're still alive!"
Qilin: "I worship you, big boss!"
Shou Shitou: "I worship you, big boss!"
Twenty Sui Jiu You: "Go, pokeball! Capture a big boss alive! "
Those who were familiar with the streaming knew that the first viewer in the streaming room was Toudu Feiqiu. The first recorded video was also from him. It was said that he was also the founder of the empress's streaming forum and the editor of a related magazine.
It was rumored that a tycoon had spent millions just to buy his ancient ID. Unfortunately, he refused to sell it.
The woman was Wan Xiu 'er. She had met Jiang Pengji several times in the past.
She heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Jiang Pengji's response.
She didn't know which mountain of corpses and sea of blood Jiang Pengji had crawled out from. She was covered in blood and it was a frightening sight.
How could she recognize such a horrifying appearance?
The last time they met was eight years ago!
Jiang Pengji was taller than ordinary women. Many men had to look up to her. She wore armor and a helmet. She held a pair of hammers in her hands. She stood there simply. She was a young general full of heroic spirit. Who would associate her with a maid?
"Your husband's family?"
Jiang Pengji looked at her attire and frowned.
If Wan Xiu 'er's husband was an enemy general at Hanchang Pass, his corpse would have been cold by now.
Although Jiang Pengji would not show mercy, it was somewhat embarrassing to kill an old friend's husband and make her a widow.
Wan Xiu 'er sighed softly and looked calm.
"My husband's family is the general guarding Hanchang Pass. I guess he has already reported to the King of Hell."
The calmer the other party was, the more embarrassed Jiang Pengji was.
Wan Xiu 'er's reaction to the death of her husband was calm, but her husband's concubines and children were crying loudly. They didn't even care about their image.
Hearing the commotion, Wan Xiu 'er looked down indifferently and sneered.
Jiang Pengji was also thick-skinned. She did not hold back her embarrassment for long. She said calmly, "Considering our friendship, I will return your husband's body to you after the war ends. At least he can be buried in peace and his corpse won't be exposed in the wilderness."
Wan Xiu 'er said, "I am your prisoner. If my deceased husband's body can be left intact, it will be considered a good ending."
Her reaction angered the crying concubines, who scolded her one by one.
"You old shrew who can't lay eggs. The master has always been good to you. Now that he's gone, you're not even willing to shed a tear …"
"Could it be that you're cursing the master to die early so that you can climb to a higher branch?"
"What a vicious heart you have. Evil woman, you will get your retribution sooner or later!"
A few beautiful concubines were weeping and sobbing, and a few young children were sobbing in their arms.
Wan Xiu 'er didn't even bother to raise her eyebrows.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Pengji ordered people to take the noisy women and children away. Her action was not rough, but it was not gentle either.
"Look at you, you haven't been very comfortable all these years."
Wan Xiu 'er tucked her scattered hair behind her ears and looked calm.
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