Chapter 481 The Last Meeting

As the saying goes, the law cannot punish the masses.

If it was just one or two, it would be fine. But with so many people, King Nangong could not punish them all.

It was just a symbolic warning.

As in previous years, King Nangong finished reading a sacrificial speech and started a banquet.

Everyone toasted each other, and for a while, it became noisy.

There were also people who came to toast Jiang Wenjing.

Although they had acted a little high-profile before, the ministers did not make friends with them to avoid the king's suspicion.

But now it's different. They seem to be very obedient, and Prince Casas also goes to their place every day.

Jiang Wenjing also toasted with them.

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly stood up: "I feel a little bored, I'm going out for a walk."

She walked out of the hall with an umbrella.

Jiang Wenjing saw a man serving beside the King of Nanlong, and he also retreated.

There were trees outside the palace, and poisonous snakes and ants were everywhere. The noises they made were also covered by the fierce rain.

"Miss Jiang really recognized this thing."

Under the tree, the servant was holding an umbrella. Standing in the umbrella was a slightly fat middle-aged man, his stubby fingers hooked on the jade pendant, his eyes full of ill intentions.

"If you hadn't never concealed your whereabouts, I wouldn't have been able to find it so easily."

The drooping umbrella blocked her expression, and the middle-aged man couldn't see clearly, but he must be anxious and angry now.

He deliberately didn't say anything, and sure enough, the next second, Jiang Zhiyu's voice came: "What do you want?"

There was an obvious sob in her voice.

The contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes became even stronger.

"It's not a big deal. The King of Nangong intends to have someone compete with you in archery. You go back and tell your brother that if you lose, I will return you unharmed."

"Otherwise, there will be such a jade!"

"Don't--"

Jiang Zhiyu instantly understood what he was going to do and hurriedly stopped him.

The middle-aged man's voice became ruthless, and his fingers also tightened--but he didn't crush it.

A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he secretly exerted force again, but the jade pendant still didn't move. Instead, it was his fingers that were pinched and hurt.

The middle-aged man: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu sighed lightly: "I said goodbye, why don't you listen to my advice."

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand in anger.

"In short, if you want your mother to come back unscathed, do as I say. Otherwise, the last time you met will be the last time you will see each other in this life!"

He flicked his sleeves and passed by Jiang Zhiyu with a proud look on his face.

...

"Young General Jiang is indeed a young talent! He deserves to be able to defeat Mobei!"

"Hearing what Young General Jiang said, the people of Mobei are not as brave as the rumors say, and one person can defeat a hundred people!"

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Mobei also fought with Nangu in the early years. At that time, Nangu's territory was larger than Tianqi, so it naturally became Mobei's primary target.

What's more, the Nangu people were slightly lacking in military strength, and although they had the help of the insects, they were defeated step by step.

In the end, they could only huddle in this dense forest, relying on the dense forest to protect them.

The original territory was either occupied by Tianqi or by some small countries around it.

It was a relief to listen to how Jiang Wenjing defeated these Mobei people. Jiang

Wenjing also knew what they wanted to hear, so he deliberately exaggerated.

While he was talking, he glanced at the King of Nangong.

The man who followed Jiang Zhiyu out had returned and was standing next to the King of Nangong, talking about something.

The King of Nangong listened with his ear tilted, his expression unchanged, and raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zhiyu who was walking back with an umbrella.

Every move she made seemed to be filled with anxiety. She hurriedly ran towards Jiang Wenjing, and after driving away everyone around her, she leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

All the signs matched.

King Nangong and the middle-aged man who had already returned to his seat had a glimmer of satisfaction in their eyes.

"I discovered a secret."

Jiang Wenjing's heart suddenly tensed up.

Did she go out to find secrets? But there was someone following her, but with Zhiyu's ability, she would not have failed to discover it, but what if? The sound of

rain was already loud, so it was normal that she didn't discover it.

"What secret, did you find out that King Nangong sent someone to follow you?"

"I found out," Jiang Zhiyu lowered his voice mysteriously: "The bigger the tree, the denser the leaves."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Ah?

His speechless expression, in the eyes of those who knew the inside story, was unwilling and angry but dared not speak.

They withdrew their gazes with satisfaction.

"Your Majesty," a minister suddenly said loudly, "It is too boring to just watch the dance and listen to the music. I heard that Elder Shan Tai's nephew Miao Dong is very good at swordsmanship. I wonder if he can dance a sword dance to liven up the atmosphere."

[Oh, here comes the dance.]

Miao Dong?

Jiang Wenjing blinked in confusion.

The young man named Miao Dong glanced at Shan Tai, and after getting his permission, he stood up.

He saluted the King of Nangong, waved his hand and drew his sword, the sword gleamed, and it was as sharp as a swimming dragon.

Wherever he passed, the shadows of swords were like a weave, and even the King of Nangong, who had not paid attention to this at first, could not help but look away.

After the song, there was a burst of applause.

Miao Dong still looked calm, and after paying his respects to the King of Nanlong, he returned to his seat.

The King of Nanlong looked at him with admiration.

The minister who spoke again said, "I also heard that Kit's son Clo is so good at archery that he can shoot through a target at a hundred paces. Would you mind showing me some knowledge?"

The middle-aged man, Kit, stood up and said, "My son has only made some progress. One person alone can't show much about archery."

The man continued, "Come to think of it, why not let the envoys of Tianqi come to help? I heard that everyone in Tianqi can ride and shoot, and they often hunt. I think their archery skills are also very superb."

Jiang Wenjing raised his eyelids and looked at Clo who couldn't wait to stand up.

The dark circles under his eyes showed that he was too lustful. His shoulders were narrow and his wrists were thick. Just standing, you could feel that his breath was unstable. Can such a person really draw a bow?

"Of course, but it's raining outside..."

Before he finished speaking, Kit interrupted him and said, "Isn't it just right? The interference of rain can better prove the archery skills."

Jiang Wenjing: "...Okay."

He was rushing here, what could he say.

To the other two, his hesitant tone sounded like he was resisting and didn't want to lose.

The two men looked even more smug, and the King of Nanlong ordered the people beside him to bring bows.

Seeing their bows, Jiang Wenjing finally understood why they thought Clo was better.

To Jiang Wenjing, the bow was just a wooden branch with a string on it.

Compared with Tianqi's, it was like the difference between a child and an adult.

Jiang Wenjing weighed it in his hand, and it was so light.

He was afraid that a gust of wind would blow it away.

Two targets were erected in the distance, and everyone could see them clearly.

Clo walked to the door: "General, please."