In a few words, Nie Liang turned away the humiliation of "gifting women's clothes" and made a fool out of Jiang Pengji.
According to Nie Liang's words, Jiang Pengji gifting him a set of "Liu Xi's women's clothes" was not a humiliation, but Jiang Pengji shamelessly courting Nie Liang. However, he rejected her with the reason that "the goddess has the heart, but the king has no desire." At the same time, he pointed out that he had a wife and son, and that Jiang Pengji's age was not suitable for him. He also said that her age was more suitable for his son, cleverly resolving the crisis.
"Liu Xi is' affectionate and righteous. 'My lord burned the women's clothes as a sacrifice to the flag. If you don't inform her, outsiders will inevitably say that you are heartless."
Nie Liang looked at Wei Dan and could not help but laugh. "In my opinion, Zi Shun is more romantic. He understands women's thoughts and is unwilling to hurt a beauty's heart."
Wei Dan echoed, "My lord, please excuse me."
Nie Liang asked someone to prepare a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He personally wrote a reply to Jiang Pengji.
Under the escort of hundreds of men and horses, the messenger rode a fast horse all the way to Zhanjiang Pass, hoping to deliver the letter before nightfall.
The soldiers standing guard on the city wall immediately discovered the small group of enemies. Their nerves tightened and they tightened their grip on the red tasseled spears in their hands.
The guard shouted to the enemy below the city wall, "Who are you?"
The atmosphere on and below the city wall was tense, and it seemed like a fight was about to break out.
"We are under the orders of our lord to deliver a letter to your lord."
The messenger hurriedly expressed his intentions, tied the letter to the arrowhead, and drew his heavy bow, aiming at the top of the city wall.
With a soft "buzz", the arrow left the bowstring and pierced into the gap between the huge rocks on the city wall.
"The letter has been delivered. Farewell."
The messenger put away his long bow and cupped his hands in the direction of the city wall. He grabbed the reins and turned the horse around.
When the group of people disappeared on horseback, the soldiers guarding the city wall laboriously took the letter down from the city wall and hurriedly delivered it to the commander's tent.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Nie Liang wrote a reply to me? Let me see. Is he writing a letter to scold me in exasperation? "
She was very clear about what she had done. No matter how well-mannered she was, she would still be furious. Writing a letter to scold her back was normal.
However, Wei Ci and the rest felt that it was not the case. As the most powerful duke in Zhongzhao, Nie Liang was not that narrow-minded.
Just because Jiang Pengji was mischievous, he wrote a letter to scold her. It was too ungentlemanly and uncultured.
In the livestream, Salted Fish craned his neck to read the contents of the letter.
Toudu Feiqiu: "Looks like our streamer knows her place." Fortunately, this was ancient times when transportation and communication were not developed. If it were modern times, people would definitely crawl along the network cable to beat you up. Those with even a little bit of self-restraint would also block your door and beat you up.
Da Dudu: "I have a question. With the streamer's combat ability, asking her to fight one-on-one is like asking for death, okay?" Why did she dare to be so naughty? Wasn't it because she could fight? I also felt sorry for Nie Liang. Encountering such an opponent, he would feel aggrieved whether he fought or not.
The salted fish watched the entire process of Jiang Pengji teasing Nie Liang. Even the woman's top and hair were given by the salted fish.
Jiang Pengji had originally planned to give her a plain set of female clothes, but the salted fishes felt that it was inappropriate and insisted on pink and tender ones. Halfway through, a salted fish strongly suggested that she might as well give her a set of mourning clothes for mourning. In her opinion, this suggestion was much worse than her own.
Silently glancing at the bullet screen, she felt that these salted fishes were really evil.
They said that they felt sorry for Nie Liang, but in their actions, they could not wait for Jiang Pengji to trample Nie Liang to death.
"Let me see, what did he write …"
Jiang Pengji muttered as she took out the letter from the box. With a shake of her wrist, she shook the neatly folded letter open.
"The handwriting is quite nice, and it has the aura of a master. Nie Liang is already so sick, but his wrist still wields the brush so vigorously. " Jiang Pengji commented with praise and sarcasm, then continued to read the contents. The more she read, the more serious her expression became, and a hint of murderous intent appeared between her brows.
Qiguan Rang and the others were waiting for news. When they saw their lord's expression, they knew that the letter was not as simple as it seemed.
"What's written in the letter?"
Jiang Pengji was so angry that she slammed the letter on the table. The bronze table made a loud noise, and the four corners of the table suspiciously sank by two inches.
"What's written? I've never seen such a narcissistic person! "
She could not tolerate that he was even more narcissistic than her.
Qiguan Rang stepped forward and said, "May I have a look?"
Jiang Pengji hummed, "Take it and read it. Just don't be angry and anything bad will happen to you."
Qiguan Rang's face turned ashen after reading it. He handed the letter to Wei Ci, who was closest to him.
Wei Ci took it suspiciously, and his expression turned ugly as well.
He said, "This is a peace poem."
Wei Ci had lived in Zhongzhao for many years in his previous life, so he was naturally familiar with the customs there. Around the Flower Festival, most of the gentry ladies would get busy and participate in various banquets and poetry meetings. At the same time, men of suitable age would also be invited. To put it bluntly, it was a large-scale matchmaking event. If a woman was interested in a man, she would write a gloomy courtship poem on a handkerchief or a sachet to show off her talent. After the man received it, if he was interested in the woman, he would accept the gift. If he was not interested, he would write a peace poem to reject the gift.
Of course, this was a custom from more than 20 years ago. It was once considered a major festival in Zhongzhao.
Ever since the Demon Empress wrote the Four Self-accomplishment Classics for Women to restrain the women of the world and impart virtue to them, this tradition was also treated as trash and abandoned.
Not to mention matchmaking, exchanging keepsakes in private, even if they met once, it was immoral.
Nie Liang wrote this as a reply to convey a message: Don't think too highly of yourself, I'm not interested in you.
Qiguan Rang snorted coldly. "This Nie Liang can't be underestimated."
It was obviously a great humiliation, but not only did he endure it, but he also retaliated beautifully, making Jiang Pengji suffer in silence. He was impressive.
Wei Ci's expression was cold, and no one knew what he was thinking.
However, his heart was definitely not as calm as he looked. Didn't he see that the letter was about to be crushed into a ball?
They were all waiting for Jiang Pengji's decision. Would she write a reply or something else?
Jiang Pengji appeared to be free and easy. She said, "What reply? The two feudal lords frequently communicate with each other. What will the future generations say? Nie Liang has already decided on the matter of the women's clothing. If I write again, won't it prove his words? Just ignore him and fight on the battlefield. "
She really didn't take this matter to heart. At most, she felt that Nie Liang was quite narcissistic.
Everyone felt like a fishbone was stuck in their throats. They couldn't wait to run to Nie Liang and get back at him.
"Don't take this matter to heart. It's just a small trick. Let's meet him on the battlefield. It's getting late. Let's disperse. "
Everyone dispersed. Those who had work to do and those who had meals ate. Only Wei Ci sneaked back.
Jiang Pengji seemed to have expected it. She rested her chin on her hand and looked at him with a smile.
"Are you jealous, Zixiao?"
Wei Ci sighed. "Why would I be jealous because of this?"
He was just worried that his lord was really angry and was putting up a strong front in order not to worry others.
Looking at it now, she really didn't take Nie Liang's counterattack to heart.
Why did he feel an inexplicable heartache?
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