Feng Jin was grimacing in pain, but when he heard Jiang Pengji's arrogant declaration, his hand stopped hurting, but his stomach hurt.
If they were in Hejian County, it would be fine for her to be so arrogant. At least Liu She could handle it.
But now, they were in Shangjing, where the emperor was. She did not have the advantage of being a local snake, but she could still be so arrogant.
Thinking of his humility just now, in exchange for such humiliation and a knife to his arm, he suddenly felt that it was better to be arrogant.
"Lanting, be careful. These people are not friendly." Feng Jin covered his wound with his left hand. Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers. His face was pale because of the pain and blood loss. Even his voice was very weak. "Messengers from the royal family of the Northern Borderline …"
Jiang Pengji looked at the few strong men who were confronting the people in the courtyard. Each of them had small braids of black hair and a floral scarf on their heads. Their thick eyebrows slanted to the temples, and their faces were deep and well-defined. She could tell at a glance that they were foreigners.
They were naked from the waist up. There were strange and complicated tattoos on their shoulders and chests. One could vaguely see that they were ferocious beasts. Their muscles bulged like stones, and one of their arms was thicker than Feng Jin's thigh. Their skin was oiled and could even reflect light.
"Oh, messengers from the royal family of the Northern Borderline?" Jiang Pengji sneered coldly and took two steps forward. The crowd automatically made way for her. "Feng Jin, you've lived like a dog, haven't you? You're the son of the head of the secretariat, and you're being bullied like this? They're just watchdogs. They're not the descendants of the royal family of the Northern Borderline, and you're beaten up like this. You're a disgrace to your father. "
Feng Jin's expression changed. He was not angry at Jiang Pengji's harsh words, but it was the truth.
The son of the head of the secretariat was beaten up in the hot spring house under Prince Changshou's name, and his important right arm was also injured.
Because of this injury, it was very likely that he would not be able to participate in the assessment in a few days.
"Who are you calling watchdogs?"
Jiang Pengji stood in front of Feng Jin and looked at the person who spoke. Some of the other students were watching, and some wanted to go forward to help, but they did not bring any weapons. Just by comparing their size, how could they be a match for the strong men who were holding knives?
Feng Jin was the unluckiest. Not only did he hurt his arm, but he was also slapped in the face. The rest of them had messy clothes and occasional scratches.
"Tsk, he's scolding the dog that stole his sister-in-law." It was as if Jiang Pengji had eaten gunpowder. She was in a bad mood. Now that someone was asking for a beating in front of her, she naturally rebuked him without holding back. "Don't people in the North borderline have different levels? Apart from the royal family, everyone else was second-class trash. Calling you watchdogs is a compliment to show the friendship between our two countries. "
Feng Jin had never seen such a shrewish Jiang Pengji. He was so shocked that he forgot about the pain.
Those rough men were also choked by Jiang Pengji's scolding. The leader looked fierce, but he was not good with words.
They felt that those scholars were weak and only knew how to mutter. Their legs added together were not even as thick as one of their arms. It was a sensitive period. Even if they humiliated these people, the Dongqing royal family would not do anything to them.
"Who, who did you say had an affair with sister-in-law?"
A trace of panic flashed across the leader's face. He took a step forward with his knife and instantly closed the distance between him and Jiang Pengji. He threatened her fiercely.
Jiang Pengji laughed and grinned, showing her white teeth. "You also stole your father's concubine."
Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji would not speak without a reason. What she said was probably true. Otherwise, the strong man would not have reacted so fiercely … Suddenly, he could not help but think of the night in the bandit's village, when Jiang Pengji exposed his background.
"Huaiyu, which dog hurt you?"
Jiang Pengji did not care about the strong men in front of her at all. If they were not happy, she would fight. She would not lose in an argument, let alone in a fight.
"Lanting, Dongqing is a land of etiquette …" Feng Jin secretly smiled bitterly. "Oh yes, the one who hit me was the one with the green headscarf."
He felt that Jiang Pengji's words were very cool, but he also had to pay attention to the influence between the two countries.
However, his friend was willing to stand up for him, so he could not refuse her kindness.
"Speak the human language to people because people can understand the human language. Speak the dog language to dogs because dogs can't understand the human language. Look, if you speak the human language to them, they can't understand. But if I speak to them like that, can't they understand? " Jiang Pengji snorted. "When dealing with foreign friends, you should change accordingly and actively eliminate the language barrier. That is the correct way of diplomacy …"
Everyone knew that Jiang Pengji was bullshitting, but some people felt that they had been brainwashed.
This kind of fallacious reasoning seemed to be quite interesting.
The strong men from the Northern Borderline were there to pick a fight. Originally, they were quite happy to bully the weak scholars, but when they met Jiang Pengji, who was so eloquent, they suddenly became angry. If they could not win in an argument, then they would fight. Anyway, it would be fine as long as no one died.
Dongqing had been emphasizing culture and restraining martial arts for many years. The men at the border of the Northern Borderline were considered to be unyielding men, but after they entered Dongqing, all the men they saw were sissies with flowers in their hair and powder in their hair. Occasionally, there were a few normal men, but they did not use their limbs.
They could pat their chests and say that the white chickens in the courtyard were not enough for them to chop, let alone the short man in front of them!
As it turned out, they seemed to have met a fake sissy, but a real Hercules!
Bang!
Jiang Pengji's body was thin and small, so she had the advantage of dexterity. Her strength and appearance had nothing to do with each other.
They thought they could take her down with a raise of their hands, but they did not expect her to be more slippery than a loach.
She snatched the blade from one of the men's hands with her bare hands and pinched the man's wrist with two fingers. Not only did she force the man to let go of the blade, but at the same time, she turned around and got close to the man's chest. She pulled the man's body forward, and with her other elbow, she struck the man's Adam's apple.
In a flash, she caught the handle of the blade that the man had let go of. At the same time, she twisted her body and kneed the man.
Those with sensitive ears could even hear the sound of a sack bursting and liquid splattering.
Everyone was speechless.
Wait, that position …
Feng Jin was so scared that he took a step back. His legs were faintly trembling.
Jiang Pengji used the strong man's body as a shield to block the knife that was aimed at her back. She turned her wrist and the blade turned in another direction.
It was as if she had eyes on the back of her head. The blade moved agilely in front of the ambusher's eyes. Suddenly, blood splattered, and it hurt people's eyes. That was not all. After she dropped the "shield," her fingers became claws and strangled the man's throat. She pulled him down and threw him to the ground.
Not only did his face hit the ground, but the force of Jiang Pengji's fall and the force of Jiang Pengji's fall made his face a bloody mess.
It was clearly a dozen strong men ganging up on one person, but looking at the situation on the battlefield, it looked like Jiang Pengji ganging up on a group of people.
Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji could fight, but he did not know that she could fight to this extent.
Those strong men were well-trained warriors of the Northern Borderline. They were few in number, but on the battlefield, they were like a human head harvester.
"Tell me, which dog's paw hurt Huaiyu?"
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