"The people in the Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion are really going too far. They actually use these worthless things to fool you, young lady." Zhitao was angry.
The Ningyuan Marquis' Mansion sent Xue's dowry to Jiang Qingyao's courtyard. When the maids opened the boxes and checked them, they found that they were all worthless things.
Jiang Qingyao's expression remained calm. "How dare you pass off inferior goods as genuine ones and deceive me? Do you really think I don't have a backup plan?"
She sent a letter to her eldest cousin, saying that she was going back to the Xue family and asked him to arrange an escort agency for her.
The escort agency usually uses "silver dart" and "ticket dart", but Jiang Qingyao wants to use "human dart" to specifically escort her safety.
The cousin was very quick and asked the Shenji Escort Agency to protect her.
On the way back to Xue's house, they met another group of people. Seeing the familiar figure outside the carriage, Jiang Qingyao shouted.
Xi Feng stopped the carriage.
"My Lord, what a coincidence."
She would run into him whenever she went on a long trip.
The next moment, a hand lifted the curtain, revealing the indifferent and handsome face behind the curtain.
He Zheng looked at Jiang Qingyao standing in front of him with a smile on her face, and his indifferent brows moved slightly.
"I'm going to visit an old friend."
Jiang Qingyao didn't even ask him where he was going or what he was doing, but he actually took the initiative to tell her.
The smile in her eyes deepened.
He Zheng saw the escort not far from her and asked, "Escort?"
The escort agency is usually responsible for escorting silver and silver notes, which are called "silver escort" and "note escort". It also undertakes the transportation of goods and grain.
"Yes." Jiang Qingyao nodded, "I will escort myself."
He Zheng's indifferent expression changed slightly.
Xi Feng, who was standing aside, felt a surge of emotion in his heart, and the expression on his face changed. He thought to himself that Miss Jiang and the adults were really in sync!
In order not to delay the journey, Jiang Qingyao returned to the carriage. Coincidentally, Marquis Anguo was going the same way as them, so they went together.
When we were walking on a section of forest road, a group of bandits suddenly appeared in a seemingly ordinary place.
"Protect the employer!" the escort leader ordered.
The escorts from the Shenji Escort Agency were all very skilled and were preparing to show off their abilities when unexpectedly the team next to them drew out their big golden swords with a clang and started killing people indiscriminately.
Like a Shura from hell, he harvested heads one after another.
Xi Feng quickly shouted: "Wait, leave one alive!" He was afraid that if he shouted too late, no one would be left alive.
Jiang Qingyao and Ning looked at each other in the carriage.
She only heard a commotion, shouting, and the sound of weapons clashing. When she got out of the car, there was a pile of corpses on the ground.
The escorts also looked at each other in confusion.
What are their chances to perform?
Realizing something, the escort leader looked at the group of people and said, "Such a powerful and terrifying fighting ability, could it be that you are the Qilin Guards?!"
Take a closer look at the people's attire: they are wearing black robes, jade belts, qilin sleeves, and golden swords.
That’s right, it’s the Qilin Guard.
How come the Qilin Guards appear here?
"So, the person in the carriage is Marquis Anguo?" The escort leader breathed rapidly and his heart beat violently.
In an instant, the escorts' eyes became warm and admiring, and they were eager to come forward and have a conversation.
Marquis Anguo was a hero in their hearts. He joined the army with his old master at the age of twelve, fought and guarded the border for eight years, and became the famous General Zhaolie.
Afterwards, he led his soldiers to recover lost territory and expel the southern barbarians. However, at the glorious moment, he suddenly gave up military service and turned to literature, shocking everyone.
The soldiers under him once volunteered to stay with him as his guards, but their number grew larger and larger, completely exceeding the normal standards for guards.
Emperor Jinde said: "They are all capable soldiers who have defended their country. It is too early to let them retire and return home. Since they want to continue to follow the former General Zhaolie, then let them follow."
With the emperor's special permission, the "Qilin Guards" were born.
Marquis Anguo was also the only minister in Daxia who had his own guard team.
It is said that this team is growing day by day. Some say there are two hundred people, and some even speculate that it has reached one thousand or two thousand people.
The two thousand Jingwei were all masters who could fight ten to one, and their combat effectiveness was comparable to an army of 20,000 men. The fact that such guards could be mobilized in Shangjing City inevitably made people suspect that the Marquis of Anguo had rebellious intentions.
His political opponents were deeply puzzled. Why did the emperor allow the Marquis of Anguo to have such privileges? Wasn't he afraid of the Marquis's ambitions?
"Qilin Guard?" Jiang Qingyao had never heard of it. Judging from the reactions of the escorts, they were very powerful.
Such a powerful guard would not be dispatched easily.
If you are just going to visit an old friend, you don't need to bring these guards. After all, no one would dare to murder Marquis Anguo in broad daylight.
Jiang Qingyao thought about it. Was Marquis Anguo really traveling with her? And he happened to bring guards to protect them when the bandits appeared?
There are not so many coincidences in this world. All coincidences are planned and intentional.
"Ugh." Ning glanced at the corpse on the ground and leaned against the tree trunk to retch.
Smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, Jiang Qingyao frowned and suppressed her nausea.
At He Zheng's glance, the guards quickly dealt with the body and buried it on the spot.
Jiang Qingyao covered her nose with a handkerchief and blinked her exposed eyes. "It seems that the Marquis and I are really in tune with each other."
She looked up and met his gaze.
He Zheng's eyes were like an unfathomable ocean.
"You're very clever."
The words were brief, but the tone was gentle.
Jiang Qingyao put down the handkerchief and said, "If you are not smart, you will die eight hundred times."
Prince An is now half dead. She is worried about Concubine Qiao's revenge. She thinks that Concubine Qiao can't touch Marquis An, but she can touch her, so she goes back to Xue's house and finds an escort agency to escort her, just in case.
There is nothing wrong in judging others by one's own standards.
She guessed correctly that the sudden "bandit" was probably sent by Concubine Qiao to kill her. If she had not asked the escort agency for escort, if she had not met Marquis Anguo "on the way", then the cold body lying on the ground would be hers.
Obviously, Marquis Anguo also thought of this and made arrangements for it to be on the way in advance.
He Zheng narrowed his brows slightly and said nothing more.
Xifeng and the others left one person alive, so they could interrogate him.
Seeing Marquis Anguo turn around, Jiang Qingyao muttered "Wait a minute" and returned to the carriage. After a while, she handed him a food box and a... sachet.
? After Ning finished speaking, she saw the sachet and the corners of her mouth twitched. Wasn’t that something the young lady embroidered out of boredom?
Other girls embroidered flowers, birds and animals, but the young lady's embroidery was unique.
He Zheng closed his large palm and grasped the pink sachet.
This hand is stained with countless blood and holds the power of life and death, but it has never held something so soft and affectionate.
He looked at Jiang Qingyao deeply and said, "Go back."
Seeing He Zheng coming back with the food box, Xi Feng couldn't help but teasing, "Sir, you've been fed by Miss Jiang again."
The master does not care about food, but Miss Jiang always likes to send him food, and the master can actually eat it.
He Zheng glared at him: "You're talking too much."
"Huh." Xi Feng noticed the sachet in his hand and lowered his head to sniff it. "The smell of this sachet is the same as the one on you, sir."
"And what is this embroidery?"
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