Feng Jin was visiting with his friends, so Jiang Pengji invited them to a banquet.
She didn't go out to have fun, and the audience in the streaming room felt bored.
They were used to the streamer's style of making trouble every day, but she suddenly became so elegant and serious. They were not used to it.
It would be fine if there was good food. They could treat the streaming as a food show. They couldn't eat it through the screen, but they could enjoy watching it.
However, the food on the table that the maids served was very ordinary. It didn't arouse their appetite.
Chaohuangdou: "The development of food in this era is so backward. It feels like nothing. I don't have an appetite."
Xiangguazi: "I thought I would see a dazzling dish like Little Master Boy, and I would have a flash of inspiration after eating it. It turns out that I was thinking too much."
Maitao: "We don't have to eat delicacies, but the streamer shouldn't make it so shabby, okay?"
Gai Chongfan: "It feels like a table of dishes in a small restaurant is better than the streamer's."
Jiang Pengji felt wronged. She couldn't control it.
It was good enough to have something to eat. How could she be picky?
She felt good now. She used to eat tasteless nutrient solution all day, but now she had a taste in her mouth.
The audience in the streaming room kept complaining about the food. The dishes were monotonous, and the seasonings were lacking. How could a normal person eat it?
Obviously, Feng Jin and Han Yu, as normal people, felt that the Liu's were very attentive in terms of food.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, the maids took the table away.
Jiang Pengji looked at Feng Jin and said, "When does Wuma Jun plan to leave?"
There was a flash of surprise in Han Yu's eyes. If he remembered correctly, Feng Jin hadn't told him why he was here.
If that was the case, how did this person know that Feng Jin was planning to leave?
Feng Jin had experienced the same thing many times, so he was used to it.
"It should be tomorrow, if nothing goes wrong."
Feng Jin knew too well about Wuma Jun's desire for quick success. Wuma Jun had already "obtained" Liu She's support, which was equivalent to having an inexhaustible supply of rice grains. In this era where food was more important than anything else, he would not panic if he had food in his hands.
If he won the support of the Wang family of Langya and persuaded them to help him ascend the throne, the whole of Dongqing would be his.
Jiang Pengji said sarcastically, "So urgent? It seems that Wuma Langjun is also an impatient person. He can't wait. "
"For the sake of one's life and future, it's normal to be a little impatient."
Feng Jin didn't forget how many "unknown" forces they had encountered on their way to Hejian County.
Not only did he not forget, but Wuma Jun, whose life had been hanging by a thread, also did not forget.
If he didn't fight for the throne, he would die!
From a prince's point of view, Wuma Jun's thoughts were understandable.
Unfortunately, this person's vision was so narrow.
So what if he ascended the throne?
Would the three tribes of the North borderline give up their covetous eyes on Dongqing?
Wouldn't the other four countries covet Dongqing?
More importantly, did Wuma Jun have the ability to restrain the increasingly powerful and lawless family tycoons?
Probably not.
If he had such foresight, he would not have gone to the Wang Consortium.
Once he ascended to the throne with the help of the Wang family, the aristocratic families would have complete control over the royal family. Wuma Jun would only be a puppet emperor.
If Dongqing wanted to continue the throne, they could not allow the aristocratic families to develop and expand unscrupulously.
Feng Jin could not say these words, and he was not in the position to say them. He could only bury them deep in his heart.
Although they were going to be separated the next day, neither Feng Jin nor Jiang Pengji were pretentious. They were still talking and laughing.
It was just a temporary separation, not an eternal one.
Without separation, how could there be the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land?
On the way back, Han Yu looked at Feng Jin thoughtfully and said, "Huaiyu is very unhappy."
Feng Jin closed his eyes. "The situation is getting worse and worse … I really don't know how many times such a situation will happen …"
"Hmm?" Han Yu was puzzled. He did not know where Feng Jin's worry came from. "If the world is in chaos, Huaiyu can show his talents. Judging from Liu Langjun, he is not an ordinary person. Maybe in the future … you can have a friendship with him. "
Of course, if the two of them were to assist their respective kings, then they could only do their own things.
Feng Jin heard that and the corner of his mouth twitched. He felt that Han Yu and Jiang Pengji were on the same side.
Both of them had restless temperaments and loved to stir up trouble at the drop of a hat.
Although the royal family of Dongqing was declining, it was not destroyed yet.
Now they were thinking about chaos. How could the royal family endure it?
It could be seen that in the eyes of the aristocratic families, the royal family of Dongqing did not live up to its name.
With a soft sigh, he dissipated into the air and disappeared.
The next day, Jiang Pengji got up early and went to the Fengyu Pavilion outside the city to bid farewell to Feng Jin.
The weather had started to warm up, but there was a cold wind blowing from time to time, making people's clothes rustle.
Looking at Feng Jin's back, Jiang Pengji, who was originally emotionless, felt a little emotional.
"When will we meet again?"
She did not know whether they would be enemies or friends the next time they met.
Jiang Pengji kept her emotions in check. She put a finger to her lips and whistled. White was already running towards her.
"Let's go!"
She got on the horse and held the reins with both hands. The carriages in the distance had become a small dot, and Feng Jin was nowhere to be seen.
White snorted and galloped toward the city gate.
Ever since the attack on the Meng's, Jiang Pengji liked the feeling of galloping more and more.
"Second Langjun, the people from the carpentry workshop are here. They are waiting for you in the mansion."
As soon as they got back, the gatekeeper came forward to take the reins.
Jiang Pengji's expression was cold and displeased at first, but when she heard that someone from the carpentry workshop was here, her eyes suddenly lit up. It was as if there were the brightest stars in them, which made people happy. "Someone from the carpentry workshop? Where are they now? Take me there. "
Feng Jin was the first friend Jiang Pengji had made in this world, so he meant something to her. She did not show it on her face or say it, but she was still reluctant to leave Hejian County. However, compared to the big picture, these small sentiments were insignificant!
The gatekeeper was also smiling and bowed. "He's waiting for you in the mansion. Don't worry, Second Langjun …"
Jiang Pengji did not listen to the gatekeeper.
She walked like the wind and the maids made way for her.
To save time, she said, "You don't have to greet me. Go do your own things."
She opened the door quickly but not rudely. A few craftsmen in linen clothes had been kneeling for a long time.
"No need for small talk. Just tell me how is the crossbow I asked you to make."
Jiang Pengji sat down without hesitation and skipped the complicated etiquette of the craftsmen.
They looked at each other, and one of the craftsmen spoke on behalf of the craftsmen.
"It's a success!"
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