Chapter 275

Jiang Pengji did not show mercy. Although they were still alive, they were basically abandoned.

According to the customs of the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang, the end of these disabled people is to be abandoned and thrown into the wild to fight for their lives with wild animals.

In Northern Xinjiang, where resources are scarce and the environment is bad, this is a worse outcome than death.

"No answer? Well, cut off both arms."

After that, the big knife in her hand was already hungry and thirsty.

At this time, there was a sound of armor collision and a series of heavy running footsteps outside the hospital.

"Wait!"

You tell her to wait. How shameless she is. Jiang Pengji smiled in her heart.

After all, it was a step too late. The knife fell and a bloody arm was cut off.

Jiang Pengji looked up indifferently. Outside the yard, two columns of soldiers in armor from northern Xinjiang ran in. They were all armed with shiny weapons. One by one, they were murderous. The Qi field around her was like a dormant beast. The momentum gave people a very oppressive feeling.

"How dare you..."

A man dressed up in Beijiang came out of the crowd and looked at the Beijiang fierce men lying on the ground. His face was blue and black.

"I use my ability to cut people, why should I stop?" Jiang Pengji moved away from stepping on her face, kicked her opponent away, and immediately looked coldly at the visitor. "If you want to blame me, blame you for speaking too slowly. How can you blame me for starting too fast?"

She struck first and didn't give the other party the opportunity to ask questions, "this is Dongqing, not your wild and uncivilized Northern Xinjiang. If you don't want to abide by the rules, you can go back quickly. Since you want to marry and negotiate with the royal family, please show your sincerity in the peace talks."

Jiang Pengji beat someone and cut off her arm in front of others. The situation has been irreparable.

After all, it's for him. How can Feng Jin hold back at this time?

He gasped for breath, endured the severe pain on his arm and said with a pale face, "seriously injuring the son of the important officials in the court and humiliating the young students of Dongqing, this is the sincerity of your court's peace talks? Today's matter can't be easily ended. You must give an explanation in Northern Xinjiang!"

If these people are playing tricks on ordinary people or poor disciples, Dongqing can only swallow it no matter how unhappy it is.

After all, they should focus on the "overall situation".

But what happened?

Among the people, Feng Jin is the most seriously injured. He is the second son of Feng family, one of the four high schools of Dongqing, and the son of Ling Fengren in the Chinese book!

If the bruises on his face were not wiped with good wound medicine, it was estimated that they would not disappear in ten days and a half months. In addition, his right arm was cut off, and the blood flowed continuously. The injury to his right hand meant that he could not write, which affected the upcoming evaluation.

In order to be in the limelight in the evaluation, which student hasn't made great efforts?

Feng Jin missed the evaluation, which means that all his previous efforts were in vain, and even his plan made early in the morning was disrupted.

Who will compensate for such a big loss?

Feng Jin suffered these grievances. He was willing to be beaten for nothing?

Will Fengren give up?

Will Feng give up?

For a scholar who has a head and a face and has been handed down for thousands of years, his life can be lost and his face can not be beaten.

Seeing Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin sing in harmony and have a arrogant attitude, the man from northern Xinjiang who led the soldiers also stiffened his face.

Jiang Pengji added fuel to the fire and took the opportunity to make up a sentence.

"If you have no intention of peace talks, you should make it clear as soon as possible. Today, you deliberately humiliate the son of an important official in the court. This matter must be reported to the officials. Instead of staring at me here, you might as well go back and ask your master how to settle this matter!"

The other party was choked by Jiang Pengji, and his stomach accumulated a lot of anger.

Several fierce men in Northern Xinjiang are looking for trouble here. It was originally secretly inspired by someone. Even if they hurt people, they are not afraid. At that time, someone will naturally come out to support them. Dongqing is used to being weak. Even for the sake of the "overall situation", he has to swallow the loss this time.

But I never expected that the fierce men in Northern Xinjiang who came to find trouble would not be bullied, but would be trampled on the ground.

The northern Xinjiang man is the northern Xinjiang general who escorts the princess and has some status and face among the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang.

He should have led the troops in high spirits with the intention of asking questions, but now he is embarrassed by a half boy.

"What are you? If you hurt our warriors in Northern Xinjiang, you should pay the price... Catch them all."

The man in Northern Xinjiang made up his mind and planned to catch the man first. There was no proof in secret.

As long as they insist that they suffer losses, according to the consistent weak style of Dongqing royal family, Northern Xinjiang can't suffer losses.

What is the "son of the most important official in the court", as long as he is not kicked to the iron plate, the Dongqing royal family dare not tear his face when the marriage is firmly established... Therefore, the man in Northern Xinjiang has a little more killing intention when he looks at Jiang Pengji and Feng Jin.

Facts have proved that what they kick is not an iron plate, but an iron wall!

"Wu Liba, who do you want to catch?"

At this time, Liu she's voice came from the crowd.

The man in Northern Xinjiang did not expect that someone could shout to break his identity, so he had to follow his reputation.

"My son is right. This is Dongqing, not your northern Xinjiang. If you don't want to have no return, you should clamp your tail and be a man. Otherwise, let other old people die and how to protect you, I Liu Zhongqing will keep you from going out of the capital!"

Feng Ren, who was one step behind, looked gloomily at his embarrassed son and then at the arrogant group of people in Northern Xinjiang, with a cold smile in his heart.

He did not open his mouth against the northern envoys, but directly chose to ignore them and asked the medical officer to come over.

"Wrap up the wound and go into the palace with your father later."

Feng Jin was pale and nodded.

Wu Liba is now difficult to ride a tiger, and his face has become the color of pig liver.

Originally, he came to cut people's face, but now he was cut back, and the other party threw him on the ground and stepped on his feet.

"Next time you go out with a little brain and want to bully people, you should first see whether the object is a cat or a tiger." Jiang Pengji came forward and tutted twice, ignoring the other party's embarrassed face. "It's good that Huaiyu's arm is all right. If something happens and makes it difficult to hold the pen in the future, I don't want your cheap life to compensate. Be smart and break your arms to apologize..."

Wu Liba's face was completely gray at the bottom of the pot, and his eyes to Jiang Pengji were full of killing intention.

If she were an ordinary person, she would have been scared out of her wits for a long time. It happened that she was Jiang Pengji.

You're welcome. She has killed more people than the other party has eaten rice.

"It depends on whether your emperor Dongqing agrees or not."

With that, Wu Liba took people away, regardless of the half dead northern fierce men on the ground.

Seeing their backs as they left, Jiang Pengji quickly slashed the rockery to one side.

Liu she sighed, "although Wu Liba looks like a mindless man, he is actually a rare intelligent general in Northern Xinjiang."

"In other words, Huaiyu suffered a loss this time, and it's hard to get back?" Jiang Pengji took a deep breath and soon understood the joints. "In this way, Nanman four has won Nansheng, and Nansheng has sent envoys to Dongqing for help... No wonder the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang will be so arrogant. If the injured person is not Huai Yu, but someone else, I'm afraid it will cause human life..."