After throwing an over-the-shoulder throw, Shen Jiao, adhering to the principle of "if you're going to do something, do it all the time," tried to throw a second one.
The remaining guards gripped their sword hilts tightly, remaining fully alert and on high alert.
It was a certainty that as long as Shen Jiao made a move, they would unite and beat her until she bled profusely!
The guards looked serious.
A pair of eyes, radiating what they thought was wisdom, stared intently at Shen Jiao, just like an invigilator catching someone cheating, without moving an inch, not daring to let their guard down.
The main reason is that Shen Jiao threw Guard Number One away just now, which was too fast.
Their unprepared, instinctive reactions were surprisingly swift; they sensed a second threat besides the pretty boy.
Speaking of pretty boys...
Where's that pretty boy?!
The guards belatedly realized what was happening and suddenly felt a chill run down their spines; they stiffly turned their necks.
The tyrant leaned lazily against the wooden stake, his eyes half-closed, basking in the sun, his blood-red lips slightly curved.
They completely disregard the current life-or-death situation.
Noticing someone was watching, Ji Yan did not open his eyes. He simply used the tip of his shoe to hook a wooden branch, which twirled in the air like a flower. He then raised his hand and swung it out fiercely.
His brains splattered on the spot, and blood gushed everywhere.
Before the guards could react, the two guards who had planned to ambush the pretty boy fell to the ground.
The wooden branch, like a sword drawn from its sheath, cut through everything in its path, dragging two branches with it and leaving a chilling distance in its wake.
Finally, it stopped at the left temple of a guard.
After leaving a bloody mark, it suddenly lost its strength and fell.
Death itself is not scary; what is scary is the clear experience and feeling of brushing past death.
This joke about life and death going too far has gone too far.
The guard's legs immediately gave way, and he knelt on the ground, trembling all over. A stench wafted over him, and he was so frightened that he wet himself.
The remaining guards exchanged glances, swallowed hard, and turned away in unison.
The pretty boy's attack was a killing blow, a single, gruesome kill; it wouldn't look good when they collected the body.
A man should be loyal, but he should stick to his first choice.
The girl was hurting from the over-the-shoulder fall, but it wasn't enough to send her straight to the grave.
The guards were still shaken and turned their attention back to Shen Jiao.
Shen Jiao's plan to throw the guard over her shoulder suddenly changed when she saw the small wine jar at the guard's waist.
She pointed to the small wine jar and asked, "Hey friend, is this little jar of wine strong?"
This wine jar is quite small, with a fresh green glaze as the base and a few off-white flowers as embellishments. It is only about half the size of a palm and no more than three fingers high.
The guard, number one, who was embedded in the pile of firewood and was dizzy from the pain, answered with a grimacing expression.
"Of course it's strong, otherwise why do you think the wine jar is so small?"
This is a famous "one-sip intoxication" dish from southern Xinjiang!
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people can brew this wine. The Third Prince went through a lot of trouble to obtain such a small jar, which he treasured extremely.
Worried about losing it, Guard Number One kept it hanging on his waist the whole way.
Because the wine jar is small and exquisite, it is not troublesome to hang it on your waist, and it also makes you look very prestigious.
Thinking of this, Guard Number One suddenly realized what was happening and said anxiously, "You can touch me, but you can't touch this jar of wine!"
His mind was filled with the Third Prince's sinister and menacing face as he warned him, and he momentarily forgot his current predicament, leaving him no room for reason.
Shen Jiao wasn't angry; she simply asked, "Why?"
The guard cried out angrily, "My master will kill me!"
Shen Jiao smiled broadly: "In that case, I'll definitely take it."
Guard: "!!!"
You have no heart!
Shen Jiao squatted down, lifting her skirt, and took the small wine jar from the waist of the immobilized guard.
Her eyes crinkled into a smile: "Although you failed to kill me, you still harbored ill intentions. You were killed by your master when you returned. In a way, he avenged me. Remember to thank that Third Prince who was manipulated by a woman for me, my friend."
The guard didn't understand what "pua" meant, but he felt it wasn't a good word.
This wine was seized by the Third Prince, and before he could even savor it properly, the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang sent it to serve the Goddess.
Therefore, it has never been opened.
Shen Jiao opened the wine jar under the servant's utterly dejected gaze.
It is accompanied by a rich and mellow aroma of sweet wine, with a touch of strong liquor, which is very intoxicating and tempting.
Fine wine!
While strong liquor cannot compare to the disinfecting power of medical alcohol, rinsing your mouth with it is still acceptable and can serve as a form of psychological comfort.
Shen Jiao was cautious about hand, foot, and mouth disease.
A few hearty gulps of wine, and it's said that even ten thousand taels of gold wouldn't be enough to buy that much wine in the southern borderlands!
The guards watching were completely dumbfounded!
This isn't just a few sips of wine; it's a ton of gleaming silver!
The Third Prince's pupils dilated in shock.
Watching Shen Jiao drink his precious wine with the air of someone drinking tea, his head throbbed with pain.
I felt like I was having a heart attack, had difficulty breathing, and almost fainted.
The so-called "drunkenness in southern Xinjiang" is not just about drinking alcohol, but also about experiencing a sentiment!
This girl from out of town is so bold!
How could they be so reckless as to ruin his precious possession like this!
The third prince was so angry that he suffered a stroke and lost all reason.
He immediately made a very subtle hand gesture in the direction of Guard Number One.
He wanted her to suffer a fate worse than death!
...
Shen Jiao had never drunk alcohol.
I've only heard from older generations that when drinking alcohol, you should hold your breath and use your most furrowed facial features to drink the strongest liquor!
Only then will I be satisfied.
That's how you find happiness.
As Shen Jiao held her breath, a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared before her eyes. What was that?
Breathing in this stuff is probably no less harmful than inhaling secondhand smoke.
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