Chapter 56

If she just chose to guard the house, Jiang Pengji would not use those with criminal records. After all, she wanted to think about the safety of the Liufu family. But if you train private soldiers... Hehe, let's say another thing. She hasn't met a thorn that she can't clean up.

In her bones, she likes to pursue excitement and adventure. Sometimes it is serious and even morbid.

I remember that she had not become the head of the army in her previous life, but her immediate boss cultivated her, but she also had a headache for her temper. Every so often, she asked her to go to a psychologist for counseling. The outcome was welcome. Those psychologists did not alleviate her mental symptoms and were almost driven crazy by her.

After all, not everyone has a strong psychological tolerance. They can accept a stranger and overturn their old bottom as soon as they meet face to face.

With a stiff head and the sharp attention of the old housekeeper, the toothed woman asked people to catch up with all the "goods" that were difficult to get rid of.

Almost everyone wears flails on their hands and feet. It doesn't look like "goods" in the toothrow. If they wear prison clothes, they will be a prisoner.

"These are all sold by the government?"

Jiang Pengji glanced roughly. Half of her faces had tattoos and had been tortured.

"Some of them were official slaves, and some of them were originally sentenced to death. However, in case of amnesty, their good luck was released."

Looking at those people's dead silence, ridicule or malicious eyes, yapo immediately regretted her intestines. Although she was eager to get rid of them, if Jiang Pengji really liked several of them and took them back, Liu Fu would not let go of Yaxing.

Amnesty?

Jiang Pengji searched her memory and found that there was such a thing. In order to celebrate the birthday of the beloved imperial concubine, and with the relief of the drought in Dongqing, which lasted for more than half a year, she was happy to Amnesty the world. The calculation time should be in early February.

In the old housekeeper's nervous eyes, Jiang Pengji made a big circle, and then stopped in front of a 16-year-old boy.

[sleeping all over the Three Kingdoms]: eh, he looks really good. I feel that his facial features are a little like the little red meat some time ago.

[smuggling into Africa]: ah, I haven't found it yet, but it looks much more mature and man-made than small fresh meat!

In ancient times, you can start a family and start a business at the age of 13 or 14. At the age of 16 or 17, you are already the father of a bunch of little children. Naturally, you are more mature and stable.

However, Jiang Pengji doesn't focus on her appearance. In fact, she doesn't care much about the appearance of people other than women.

"Look up and let me see." Jiang Pengji didn't directly pinch each other's jaw with her hand, but picked up his chin with the tip of sandalwood fan. The other party seemed to dislike such humiliating behavior, but her strength couldn't match her, "what a pity..."

This is also a prisoner who has been tattooed. The tattoo mark is on his right face near his ear. Because he has not been well maintained, the wound is purulent and flows out of fishy yellow liquid. Some meat is rolled out, mixed with wisps of bright red. It looks very penetrating.

[one meter sunshine]: ah - it looks more like this angle. The eyes are great ~ (≥ ▽≤)~

Perhaps because of the beauty and astringency, Jiang Pengji saw a row of lollipops and lover's heart floating across the screen.

The boy who was forced to lift his chin narrowed his dark and bright eyes slightly, and his thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly. He seemed to hide a sharp blade in his eyes. His eyes were very sharp. When he stared at him, he always had the fear of being stabbed into his eyelids with a knife.

The lips that lost their blood color were dry and pale, some cracked and skinned, and the cheeks were stained with two morbid blushes because of fever.

Because he raised his head, his neck was slender, his uneven collar was loose, and his concave convex and delicate clavicle was exposed.

The old housekeeper silently moved his eyes. The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to see it.

The tooth woman also sighed with regret, "it's really a pity. Even if the wound on her face is cured, it will leave ugly scars."

At present, white and delicate beauty is popular. Hairpin and powder dressing are the fashion pursued by many noble sons of gentry, but the public's aesthetic concept has not changed much. It is clear that beauty and ugliness are distinguished. Although this young man is more heroic, he is also a rare beauty.

If it weren't for the ruined face, it would be very popular to sell it to the shepherd's house.

"Lang Jun, stay away from him. Be careful of being ill." The old housekeeper stood aside and looked disapprovingly at the fan in Jiang Pengji's hand.

She took back the sandalwood fan with a smile, and her eyes lingered on the young man. The other party's eyes were full of unwilling, as if the juvenile cub imprisoned in the cage had the ability of tiger roaring mountain forest, but she was helpless in the real situation.

"Granny, what has this man done?"

The tooth granny thought for a moment and said, "this is from the next county. His mother went shopping, bumped into the noble, was pushed to the ground, and was unlucky to hit her head. After he knew it, he took a knife to avenge someone, cut down a servant, and was arrested."

It was originally a 30-year exile, but the family did not do it and used their relations to throw people into death row.

He hacked someone to death and offended powerful people. That family didn't go out of its way to kill him?

However, he was lucky enough to encounter amnesty. Because things happened for a reason and the motive for killing was filial piety, he was raised from the death row, became a slave, changed several houses back and forth, and finally fell into her hands.

The toothed woman carefully suggested, "this is a thorn. It's hard to adjust and teach. Why don't you look at something else?"

Jiang Pengji pursed her lips and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. With a brush, she opened the folding fan and said with a smile, "no, just him!"

The old housekeeper and the toothed woman: "

Why do you hate so much!

"It's hard to find literate people now, and it's even harder to find literate people who have a little brain, but they earn a few liang of silver."

The young man glared angrily, and she could even hear the voice of the other party grinding her teeth.

Jiang Pengji smiled meaningfully at the boy. She was lucky, but the boy's luck was bad.

If it weren't for himself, he could definitely escape from this toothshop late this night. He was only one step away from the Long March, but... Such a means of "prison escape" was not enough to see in front of her. At most, it aroused her interest, "what's his name?"

Ya Po's brain seemed to be short circuited. Now she came back and quickly replied, "his name is Xu Ke."

Jiang Pengji asked idly, "do you have a handwriting?"

The boy had practiced martial arts, but there was a thick callosity formed by holding a pen between his fingers. He should have read a book, and the time was not short.

No matter what elders took it, scholars in ancient times should have a word.

Jiang Pengji still doesn't understand why naming is so complicated. A name is a name, tossing about with a mess of words.

The granny couldn't answer. She kicked Xu Ke secretly and stared fiercely, "Lang Jun asked you something."

Xu Ke pursed his lips, and the rising anger in his chest had not been eliminated, but the situation was stronger than people, so he could only restrain it for the time being.