Chapter 1013

When the man heard the words "desperate and dagger", his eyes opened slightly, and his expression became ferocious.

For the first time, he took out a sharp blade and jumped at Jiang Pengji. The snow-white blade drew a white light in the air.

The distance between them is less than five steps. If you can seize the opportunity to kill this man, it's worth your life.

However, Jiang Pengji is not fighting five dregs, and she will not be chased all over the tent to run for her life——

She kicked away the table she had left in front of her, and the small table flew towards the assassin.

The assassin did not hide, but rushed at Jiang Pengji and let the table hit him.

He knew he had only one chance. If he accidentally missed it, he would never have a chance to kill Jiang Pengji again.

Besides, it's just a table. How painful can it hurt to hit you?

If it weren't for Jiang Pengji, the assassin's judgment would naturally be right, even decisive.

Unfortunately, the assassin killed Jiang Pengji, who can't be measured by common sense,

A wat board placed in her hand can become a murder weapon for dismembering the corpse. Will a table pass through her hand with less lethality than the wat board?

The assassin only had his own target in his eyes, and the dagger in his hand had stabbed Jiang Pengji in the chest.

At the same time, the table also flew up and hit the assassin's chest accurately.

The next moment, the table cracked, the table feet were torn apart, and the wood debris exploded.

The assassin felt that he had not been smashed by the table table. It was clear that he had been severely hit by the hill, and several sternum were interrupted in an instant.

The action of leaning forward to kill, because of this huge blow, flew backward in the opposite direction for more than a foot, and fell to the ground like a rag doll.

The internal organs were broken, the thick blood poured into the throat, overflowed the mouth, and half of the face became bloody.

Jiang Pengji got up leisurely and looked calm as usual.

Counselor in the account: "

It hasn't started yet. It's over.

Feng Zhen maintained his forward rush to rescue, but his expression was frozen in an awkward arc, looking funny and embarrassing.

Although Wei CI didn't exaggerate so much, the tension and worry on his face was not fake. His pale and beautiful lips were stained with a layer of white.

"Lord, Lord -"

Feng looked unbelievably at the sawdust on the ground and doubted his eyes.

This table table is not made of wood. It is clearly made of pure gold and silver. Otherwise, how can it be so lethal?

Jiang Pengji's eyes were cold, and her eyes looked at the assassin without a trace of temperature.

The assassin was hit by the front of the table, and the whole man flew upside down for more than ten feet. His sternum was almost broken, and his internal organs were tied up by the broken sternum. It seemed that he could not live, "what are you shouting? Call someone to clean up his body and keep it. I'll have a nightmare."

Feng Zhen: "

Nightmares?

Lord, are you serious?

Feng Zhen regained his consciousness. He found that he was scared into a cold sweat, and his front and back had been wet with virtual sweat.

The scene just now is really breathtaking. The distance between the Lord and the assassin is less than five steps. It's a real moment of life and death——

If Jiang Pengji is killed, the great cause that has just begun will be forced to end.

The three armed forces have no leaders, and they have cheapened Northern Xinjiang in vain.

The guards outside broke into the tent when they heard the news. When they saw the assassin paralyzed on the ground, they quickly half knelt to apologize.

Jiang Pengji looked a little warmer. She said, "it's all right. Just drag the man down - wait, leave the drawing."

She picked up the topographic map inside the Royal City, and the four guards took the assassin's hands and feet and carried him out.

If there were not a large pool of wet blood on the ground, who could have guessed that there had been an assassination in the account?

When the guard went out, Wei CI went out to apologize.

Anyway, he brought the assassin to Jiang Pengji.

He failed to identify the assassin. He was guilty of negligence.

Jiang Pengji picked her eyebrows and said, "it's not Zixiao's fault. Don't say an assassin, even a hundred or ten can't hurt me."

Fengzhen on one side also helped persuade, "the thieves in Northern Xinjiang are not dead. I thought they were at the end of a powerful crossbow, but I didn't expect that there was still room for resistance. Although Zixiao was at fault, it's not the main cause. Since the Lord has forgiven, Zixiao shouldn't worry too much."

Jiang Pengji couldn't resist Wei Ci and could only pay a symbolic salary for March. Wei CI felt that the punishment was too light and tried to make her heavier.

"The top priority is not to hold you accountable. Northern Xinjiang is the culprit." Jiang Pengji frowned "impatiently" with a slightly "bad" tone. "Zixiao really felt that she had made a mistake. I'll settle with you in the future. Now -- no hurry, no hurry --"

The news of Jiang Pengji's assassination soon spread to Sun Wen and Qi Guan.

They hurried to the main account and found that the furnishings in the main account were neat and there was no imagined chaos at all.

"I just heard that the LORD was assassinated. What's the big deal?"

Qi Guan let his expression be calm, but his skirt was a little crooked. At a glance, he knew that he came in a hurry, and his breath was still a little short.

Jiang Pengji mercilessly mocked, "no, if the assassins are of this level, there will be ghosts if they can hurt me."

Hearing this, Sun Wen resolutely swallowed the inquiry back to his stomach.

Needless to say, my Lord is definitely not the loser.

"Zai Dao, look at the drawing of the King City -"

Jiang Pengji handed Sun Wen the drawing brought by the assassin. Sun Wen took it and looked at it for a few times. She could roughly determine whether it was true or false.

"At least 80% of them are sure that the drawings are true. In order to assassinate the Lord, Beijiang also worked hard and used the real drawings as bait."

Sun Wen murmured twice, and Jiang Pengji sneered back.

"What is well intentioned? If so, the right minister is also pathetic."

Sun Wen frowned, "the assassin used the right phase of Northern Xinjiang as an excuse?"

Northern Xinjiang has always looked down on the Han family in the Central Plains, and the hostility is very heavy. The right phase of Northern Xinjiang is a typical example.

Forget to say that the left phase of Northern Xinjiang is Wu Liba.

Unlike the right in the Central Plains, the left has always been respected in Northern Xinjiang.

"More than that," said Jiang Pengji firmly. "In my opinion, the right minister probably really wanted to surrender, so the drawings he brought were also true, but he never thought that the messenger he sent was intercepted halfway, and Li Daitao was stiff --"

Jiang Pengji was alert when she saw the assassin.

Because the assassin intended to kill her. If he really defected, he might have malice, but he would never dare to kill.

Jiang Pengji also found that the other party's clothes didn't fit very well. Looking at them, others would think they were crumpled by squatting in the basket, so they looked messy. However, Jiang Pengji had a very accurate grasp of the size. She knew whether they were not dressed neatly or not.

The clothes on the assassin are probably not his own!

Jiang Pengji has learned about the northern Xinjiang Dynasty hall from Sun Wen. Youxiang despises the Central Plains very much and often takes pleasure in humiliating the Han people. She is a very typical vulgar man. How can he devote himself to studying Han literature and cultivate his subordinates?