The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 276 Chapter 276

Feng Jin had a pain in his teeth and grinned. When he heard Jiang Yanji ’s announcement that he was so arrogant, his hands did n’t hurt, and his stomach hurt.

If it was in Hejian County, she was so arrogant that she could carry it.

But now, here is Shangjing, at the foot of the emperor, she does not occupy the advantages of the head snake, but she can still be so arrogant.

Thinking of his modest concession, he finally got such humiliation and a sword in his arm, and suddenly felt that he was still arrogant.

"Lanting, be careful, these people are not good." Feng Jin covered her wound with her left hand, and glaring blood kept flowing from her fingers, her face paled with pain and blood loss, and even her voice was very weak. The messenger sent by the court ... "

Jiang Yanji looked at several strong men who faced each other in the courtyard, one by one wearing black hair, braided with small pigtails, and a headscarf tied with a flower cloth, with a thick eyebrow flying obliquely into the pimple. These are foreigners.

I saw them one by one with naked upper bodies and strange and complicated tattoos on their shoulders and chests. They could vaguely see the appearance of a savage beast. The upper body was exposed with stone-like muscles. One arm was thicker than Feng Jin's young thighs and his skin. Oiled and reflective.

"Oh, the messenger sent by the Northern Court of the Northern Territory?" Jiang Yanji chuckled coldly, stepping forward two steps, the crowd automatically separated for her, "Feng Jin, have you lived on a dog belly at this age? The son of Shu Ling was actually bullied like this? It was just a few watchdogs, not descendants of the Northern Court of the Northern Territory, and you were beaten like this, really ashamed of you. "

Feng Jin's expression changed, but it wasn't angry Jiang Yanji who said it badly, but it was the case.

The son of the magnificent Shu Ling, was beaten in the Tangquan Pavilion under the name of King Changshou, and injured an important right arm.

The evaluation a few days later, because of this injury, he is most likely unable to participate.

"Who are you calling a watchdog?"

Jiang Yanji stood in front of Feng Jin, and her eyes were opposite. Some of the other students were watching, and some wanted to come forward to help, but they did n’t bring any weapons at their disposal. They just compared their heads. Where are these hill-like knives? Strong man's opponent?

Feng Jin was the most unfortunate. He hurt his arm and was beaten. Others had messy clothes and occasionally abrasions.

"Well, which dog stole his sister-in-law, which is the name of the dog he scolded." Jiang Yanji was in a bad mood as if he had taken gunpowder. Someone came in front of her to find a pump, and naturally he was polite. Mammoth, "Isn't northern Xinjiang divided into three or six grades? Except that the royal family is first-rate, the others are all inferior garbage. Saying you are watchdogs is a compliment to show the friendship between the two countries."

Feng Jin has never seen such a spicy Jiang Yanji, and for a moment she was so shocked that she forgot her pain.

Those rough men were also scolded by Jiang Yanji in such a mess. The leader was fierce, but he was not a good person.

They felt that those scholars were weak and could only say something to their mouths. Their two thighs were not as thick as their own arms. It was a sensitive period. Even if they humiliated these white-cut chickens, the Dongqing royal family would not treat them.

"You, who said you stole the bitch?"

The leading brawny face flashed a little panic, raised the knife one step earlier, and instantly reduced the distance between him and Jiang Yanji, threatening fiercely.

Jiang Yanji grinned, grinned, and showed a white tooth, "You stole your little wife."

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Yanji would n’t be jealous. I guess she said these words are still true, otherwise the strong man ’s response would not be so fierce ... Suddenly, he could n’t help thinking of the bandit village that night, and he was shaken by Jiang Yanji in person. Scenes.

"Huaiyu, which dog hurt you?"

Jiang Yanji didn't put these strong men in front of her eyes at all, and she did it if she didn't agree. She quarreled without losing, and it was even more impossible to lose.

"Lanting, Dongqing is the state of etiquette ..." Feng Jin smiled secretly, "Yes, it was the one with the green turban that hit me."

He thought Jiang Yanji was very happy to say so, but he should also pay attention to the influence of the two countries.

However, the small partner is willing to take the lead for himself, and this intention cannot be rejected.

"Speak to people, because people understand people. Talk to dogs, because dogs don't understand people. You see, you talk to them, they don't understand. But I talk to him That being said, don't they understand? "Jiang Yanji snorted." You should change foreign friends accordingly, and actively eliminate language barriers. This is the correct diplomatic method ... "

Everyone knows that Jiang Yanji is a ghost, and some people think they have been brainwashed.

This absurdity seems to have some meaning.

Those northern strong men came to pick things up. It was a pleasure to bully the weak scholars. When they met Jiang Yanji, they were furious and said that they would be fine. If they did n’t die, they would be fine.

Dongqing has been writing and suppressing martial arts for many years. Those who are worthy of iron bones on the northern border, but when they entered Dongqing, the men they saw were all stunners who could not wait to twist their feet while walking. There were occasionally a few normal Yes, it is also limbs.

They can pat their **** and say that the white-cut chickens in the yard are not enough for them to cut, let alone the short man in front of them!

It turns out that they seem to have encountered a fake gun today, really Hercules!

boom--

Jiang Yanji has a small body and has a clever advantage, but her strength has nothing to do with her appearance.

I thought I could win it by raising my hand, but Jiang Yanji slipped even more than loach.

Take the blade of one of them empty-handed, pinch the other's wrist joint with two fingers, not only forcing the other to loosen the hand holding the knife, but also turn one's arms close to the other's arms, pull the other's body forward, and pull the other elbow sharply Hit, hit the man's throat.

Between the electric light flint, he caught the other's big knife hilt, and twisted his knees to the top.

The ears are sensitive, and even the sound of a ruptured pouch and splashing liquid can be heard.

Everyone: "..."

Wait, that position ...

Feng Jin took a step back in shock, her legs trembling faintly.

Jiang Yanji used the strong man's body as a shield, blocked a knife punching her vest, turned her wrists, and turned the sword in one direction.

Her eyes seemed to have grown behind her, and the blade of the sword swiftly moved past the eyes of the attacker, and the blood spilt open immediately, making people's eyes hurt. This is not over yet. After she dropped the "shield", her fingers clawed her throat, and she threw it down to the ground.

Without saying anything on the ground, the strength of Jiang Yanji's strength and the strength of his own fall made the whole face blurred and became a pan.

Obviously, it was dozens of big men besieging one person, but looking at the form on the field, how do they look like Jiang Yanji besieging a group of them?

Feng Jin knows that Jiang Yanji can fight, but she doesn't know that she can hit this point already, and see who hits who.

Those strong men are all trained northern fighters with very few people, but on the battlefield they look like human head harvesters.

"Say, which dog's paw hurts Huaiyu?"

The other side was stepped on one side by Jiang Yanji, his face twisted, unable to move, as if pressed by a five-finger mountain.

(End of this chapter)