Chapter 168 Chapter 168 Who is coming?
No one could have imagined that while blood was gushing in Prince Ding's mansion and martial law was in effect throughout the capital, the two top figures from Jiletang were sitting on the roof of the Duke's mansion playing cards.
The task that Mo Jiao assigned to the two of them was indeed the edge of the edge.
The night was long. Nan Qiongshuang originally thought that tonight was too peaceful and was anxious for a while. However, after gazing into the distance for almost half an hour from the roof, she still did not see any trace of anyone running away. She felt a little cold in the wind, so she had no choice but to sit among the three people.
Gongsun Hong immediately stuffed a handful of cards into her hand.
She arranged the cards in a fan shape and looked around:
“Are we being too complacent?”
Gongsun Hong pinched her chin, her eyes never leaving the cards:
"How important is the work we're given? If you want to stare at it, go ahead."
She was helpless, so she held the cards and looked down again.
Beneath the eaves lay the magnificent Duke's Mansion. The Duke of Qi, a founding hero, was granted the title upon the founding of the nation. Since then, his descendants have inherited the title, and today, his wealth and prestige are even greater. From afar, the courtyard encompasses mountains, water, and trees. The lake shimmers in the night, and a row of lacquered and carved lanterns by the lake glow in the darkness.
The constant burning of lights is a rare sight. Even in the Forbidden City, where the royal family is rich and powerful, at night, no lights are lit on the rockery or the imperial lake.
However, the Duke's Mansion was brightly lit all night long.
She squinted her eyes and caught a glimpse of a row of faint reflections at the bottom of the courtyard wall, so she lifted the veil and looked carefully.
Gongsun Hong: "What are you looking at?"
"That is..." She carefully distinguished, "The Duke's Mansion actually has so many private soldiers."
Under the moonlight, a row of private soldiers lined up at the base of the wall of each courtyard, holding a long spear in their hands. From a distance, they looked like a row of snow-capped swords.
Due to the unstable situation in the capital, with three factions vying for power, no one could unify the situation and command the empire. Even if private soldiers were prohibited, there would be no one to enforce them. Even wealthy families like the Duke's Mansion, fearing a sudden change in the situation and being unable to protect themselves, kept their own soldiers within their mansions.
"We're sitting so high up, playing cards. What if the soldiers down below see us..."
"I saw it a long time ago." Gongsun Hong flipped out two cards and threw them into the deck. "They won't care. The Ding Palace is in chaos, and these adults have heard about it a long time ago. Everyone is worried. As long as it doesn't affect them, no one wants to get involved."
Lun Zhu was one-eyed, one eye bandaged in white, and the other smirked at her, "Lord Shuang always thinks too much. Hey, we're just playing cards here. Doesn't the Duke allow us to? We're not going to break into his house."
Nan Qiong Shuang rubbed his brows and thought for a while, then finally looked at the cards in his hand again and picked out two and left them aside.
There was some truth to that. Even if they maintained a private army, it would probably not exceed a hundred men at most. The Duke's Mansion had probably heard that those who had escaped were among the best assassins. Who would want to confront them head-on unless necessary?
If the situation is stable, these family soldiers might take care of it, but now that the whole capital is in turmoil, who would bother to interfere?
Suddenly, at the far end of the sky, a bright red spark shot up with a whoosh and exploded in the air with a loud bang.
The deep purple sky was half lit up.
"I'm here." Nan Qiong Shuang threw down her cards and stood up, but saw the other three still sitting opposite each other, deep in thought. "Everyone, get up?"
"It's far away, why are you in such a hurry?" Wu Dao carefully picked up the cards with his tongue. "There are others in charge ahead. Even if you run in this direction, you may not really come this way. Every family here has private soldiers, so you have to think carefully before running here."
Gongsun Hong also fanned her with her hand: "Sit down, sit down."
Nan Qiong Shuang was speechless. She had always been more cautious than others, but sometimes she was paranoid and unsure if she was overthinking it.
Lunzhu quickly flipped two cards into the deck, and the cards underneath jumped up:
"Who dares to act rashly?"
Wu Dao's face was as black as a sheep dung ball.
Gongsun Hong threw back her waist and laughed heartily, "Serves you right!"
"Auntie, let's play cards!" Wu Dao said with a sad face, "We are in the same group! You are trying to trick me!"
The three of them were having fun, but she was the only one who was suspicious. She couldn't help but doubt herself, and was worried that if she took it too seriously, others would think she was pretending, so she sat back down helplessly.
While playing, he still couldn't let go and looked around.
A man in splendid attire gradually emerged from the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion. He wore a purple gold crown and a brocade robe, lustrous and delicate, evidently made of the finest material. However, he walked unsteadily, one arm resting on a servant. Without the servant's support, he could hardly have walked straight.
The servant said, "Master, why do you drink so much? You should take care of yourself! Even if we bet with you, and you really can't drink, who would dare to force you?"
The drunken man shook his hand and pushed him away: "Since... we want to gamble... I have to die with dignity! Just a few cups of wine..."
Servant: "My ancestor, please stop gambling! Isn't the punishment from the master enough?"
It’s Li Jingtai.
A dandy who once borrowed Chupu to ask Emperor Jiaqing for an official position. He was skilled in playing cards and dice, riding horses and playing opera, and was a good gambler.
Li Jingtai pushed the servant over with a palm: "...Get lost! If you mention my father to me again, I will not be polite to you!"
The servant fell with a cry, and Li Jingtai stumbled forward with his legs limp and his hips crossed:
"My father...what kind of good man is he?! I learned all my skills from him! I'm good at Liubo, he's good at flowers and birds, and the old man is good at crickets. What? Who's saying that? Only the two of them are allowed to enjoy themselves, but I can't just enjoy myself? Don't nag me!"
The servant got up quickly and hurried over to support him, not daring to say anything more.
"The Duke of Qi's family, three generations of them, are all playboys." Gongsun Hong snorted coldly, pinching a card with her red nails and throwing it into the deck. "Not only are they extravagant, but they're also belligerent. They gamble with others in the guest hall all day long. Sometimes, when they lose, they even refuse to pay. This kid is considered good. His father would beat people up when he loses."
Wu Dao grinned, "I've heard about that too. Of the three generations, the old Duke has the worst temper. I heard he had quite a few grudges against people when he was young. He's extremely concerned with appearances, and to save them, he'll resort to any underhanded tricks."
Gongsun Hong laughed and said, "Someday I'll provoke that pig-head to fight this old man and see who gets the better of me."
Nan Qiong Shuang looked back into the mansion. "The oldest loves crickets, the middle one loves flowers and birds, and the youngest loves gambling? What an extravagant family."
Wu Dao: "Hey, what are you doing!"
Nan Qiong Shuang turned back suspiciously.
Wu Dao flicked the card fan in his hand towards the roof tiles, and the cards flew all over the place:
"What are you doing, kid?! You're snooping through our cards while our aunt isn't paying attention, right?! I told you it was a ghost, neither of us got anything out of it!"
Lun Zhu: "Don't be so spitting blood at me, kid! When did you ever look at your cards? You turn against me so easily!"
Wu Dao: "You didn't look at my cards, did you look at my aunt's cards? You said, you looked at my aunt!"
Nan Qiong Shuang was caught off guard: "Just watch it, why are you arguing?"
"No, absolutely not!" Wu Dao bared his jagged teeth, his two small eyes staring at Lun Zhu's single eye. "How much did you eat from us just now? Spit it all out!"
"I'm just taking a fucking look! You have to take them all out? They're not your cards! Are you looking for trouble?!"
"My cards are mine, and what belongs to me is what belongs to me! No one else can touch what belongs to me!" Wu Dao stood up suddenly, pointing his rolling-pin-thick index finger at Lun Zhu's nose: "Why don't you give it back?"
"Bah!" Lun Zhu spat, "Does your master give you any money he wins?!"
"Don't worry about whether you share my food with me or not. No one can snatch our food from under my watchful eyes!"
Nan Qiong Shuang sighed helplessly.
Although Wu Dao was always thinking about finding her fault and taking a bite out of her, if anyone wanted to take a bite out of her, he would be the first to stop them.
A vicious dog is still a dog. When no one else covets her, he is the one who covets her. But if there is an outsider, he always turns his fangs on the outsider and wags his tail at her. When she was young, she was unable to protect herself. Her colleagues were like birds of prey and beasts. It was all Mist Blade who protected her.
A firework suddenly shot into the night sky, and with a bang, it filled the entire sky.
This time it's much closer.
Specks of green light fell like meteors, lighting up for a moment and then going out again.
When she turned around, Wu Dao and Lun Zhu were already grabbing each other's collars and glaring at each other, pushing each other like two fighting bulls.
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Stop fighting! Our colleagues are coming, and who knows, there might be the Three Guards of Fuyu as well!"
"Watch your mouth! Don't think that just because your father lost a hand, he can't beat you up! You've been my grandson for so many years!"
"Oh my! Oh my! Your hand is broken, yet you're still so arrogant! Come, I'll let you grab my collar. I want to see where you can find another fist!"
The two were unable to determine the winner. Wu Dao let go of his collar and kicked him. Lun Zhu kicked him into the air, and the two then started fighting in the air.
Gongsun Hong chuckled, "Two useless pieces of shit without any inner strength, they can't even win a fight with a cat, yet they're still fighting each other."
Another firework roared into the sky, this time exploding almost right before their eyes.
Sparks of fire fell in scattered bursts like silver stars.
Gongsun Hong finally straightened her expression.
"You two, calm down!"
Lun Zhu: "Hit me! Come and hit me! If you can't kill me, you're a grandson!"
Wu Dao: "Your father will spank your butt into eight pieces today——"
The two of them said almost at the same time: "Stop it, shut up!"
Finally, the clatter of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. It grew closer, echoing through the empty streets. Then, around a bend, several figures appeared on the cold road, all of them galloping along, their swords in hand.
"Calm down, stop fighting, someone's coming!"
She only heard the group of people stop at the corner of the street for a moment, and someone shouted a few words that she couldn't understand.
Nan Qiongshuang's heart trembled.
I'm afraid it's Jurchen. It's the Fuyu Three Guards!
The sound of horse hooves immediately rushed into the street, chaotic and unstoppable.
Gongsun Hong quickly flipped to the other side of the roof and lay on the tiles to hide her body.
Nan Qiong Shuang turned around and saw that the two idiots were still fighting in the air! She was so angry that she didn't have time to separate them. She hurriedly followed them and hid behind the roof.
Gongsun Hong's fingers dug into the cracks in the tiles. The two of them were huddled together. She whispered in his ear:
"People are coming, and there will be a lot of them. The two leaders were spotted by them—"
Nan Qiong Shuang was extremely surprised: "You can understand Jurchen language?"
Gongsun Hong observed the sky above. "I'm from outside the Great Wall. When I was little, I lived among the Jurchen tribe. They just saw those two idiots. They were useless but too big. They thought there were masters here, so they wanted everyone to come over here."
Nan Qiong Shuang cursed in her heart.
"Let's hide here first and deal with them later. How can the two of us defeat them?"
Suddenly, another sentence she couldn't understand came from the end of the street.
Gongsun Hong's red lips were almost bleeding from biting between her teeth:
“Someone saw me!”
People hiding behind the roof and facing the roof side cannot see it, but people at the end of the street can see it clearly when they look from the side.
Wu Dao and Lun Zhu finally realized that they were in danger. They looked around and found that their masters were gone again. They looked at each other, then quickly flew into the night sky and hid themselves.
However, the teachers' invisibility skills almost disappeared out of thin air.
The three guards of Fu Yu watched the empty sky with their own eyes, and they felt even more frightened and apprehensive.
The leader shouted to the people at the end of the team.
Dozens of fireworks whizzed into the sky and exploded in the air in an instant, brilliant and colorful, dazzling and psychedelic, with a loud noise.
Gongsun Hong: "They're moving a large force here!"
Nan Qiong Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "You're more likely to cause trouble than to help!"
Suddenly, there was an inexplicable silence below, with only the sounds of horses' hooves stamping on the ground and the snorting of horses.
The two looked at each other in surprise and doubt.
He held his breath, stole over the roof and glanced to the side.
Several hands suddenly climbed up the wall of the Duke's Mansion, and then three or four heads appeared. Several people climbed up the wall with their bare hands and lay on the top of the wall.
While taking out the bow and arrow from behind, he quietly put the bow on.
The arrow gleamed silently in the moonlight.
The two of them felt a tightness in their hearts, and immediately turned around and flew over the back of the roof.
Arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, piercing the place where the two men had stopped, causing a buzzing vibration.
"Let's see how many people there are first!" Gongsun Hong climbed up quickly by stepping on the tiles. In two or three steps, she reached the top of the roof. As soon as she reached out from the tiles, she found a silk ribbon wrapped around her waist.
"Don't go!"
Before she could finish her words, a hail of arrows pierced her head. Gongsun Hong only looked up, and her throat felt as if it had been pierced. Suddenly, the scene in front of her eyes changed. Someone pulled her hard, and she rolled off the roof, and the arrows crackled on the tiles. Nan Qiongshuang stood under the eaves and pulled her back, "Listen!"
Then he used voice transmission to send a secret message: "Mist Blade!"
Wu Dao knew that he had caused trouble and felt guilty: "Auntie."
"Report the number of people!"
Wu Dao: "About forty people, really amazing."
Gongsun Hong said to Lun Zhu, "We can't defeat them. If they don't retreat, be prepared to contact Mo Jiao."
The communication between the instructor and the assassin was so secret that only the two of them could hear it. Gongsun Hong repeated to her, "I'll ask Lun Zhu to contact Mo Jiao."
"Mo Jiao is busy trying to steal the credit, how can he pay attention to this?" Nan Qiong Shuang looked up. "Wu Dao, observe the situation. If the three Fu Yu guards don't retreat, prepare to contact Yun Man Yue."
Wu Dao: "Master Yun can't leave, right? I'll go ask someone else."
"There's no point asking anyone else! Forty Jurchen cavalrymen, who else but Yun Manyue could have a solution? If Yun Manyue hadn't come, we might have died here today. But if it wasn't her, asking anyone else would be pointless!"
"Master Mo may not be unable to handle it. After all, he is the commander-in-chief this time. I..." Before he could finish, he added, "Lun Zhu is gone."
"He's gone. Just wait a little longer." Nan Qiongshuang swung her sword and fired an arrow, thinking to herself, although she didn't know what the situation was like over there, but if Mo Jiao asked her to leave Yun Manyue there alone, would he agree? Yun Manyue could take Chang Da's head at any moment. Would he give up his achievements and come here to save them?
"I don't think Mo Jiao will come." Nan Qiong Shuang turned around and saw that the guards from the Duke's Mansion had heard the noise and were approaching with knives in hand. The two exchanged a glance and said, "Don't hold out any hope."
Gongsun Hong gritted her teeth, "I don't think so. We're the most glorious people in Jiletang. If we were to die here together, Jiletang would be practically wiped out! Would he dare abandon Jiletang just to steal the credit?"
"How do you know he doesn't dare? That man is a gambler!"
The leading family soldier had already approached the two of them, pointing his broadsword at them, the white blade flashing:
"who!"
The two men held their swords in front of them, both gripping the hilts tightly.
Behind him, outside the courtyard wall, the three guards of Fuyu shouted in a strange official accent:
"Your Excellency, the Duke, the subordinates of Prince Ding have been ordered to capture the assassins. Two of them have fallen into your courtyard. Your Excellency, please cooperate."
When the family soldiers heard the mumbling accent, their faces suddenly changed and they looked at each other in confusion.
The leading family soldier looked up at the courtyard wall and was shocked to see a row of round, ferocious human heads lying on the top of the wall. He panicked and took a half step back.
"Prince Ding's Three Guards of Fuyu?!"
Jiang Qiang lay on the top of the wall, his eyes curved with a smile—he was originally a Jurchen, but to show his submission, he gave himself a Han name—he slowly nocked an arrow, drew his bow, and pointed it directly at the group of family soldiers:
"Prince Ding has ordered the capture of assassins throughout the city, no matter where they are hiding. Lord Duke, please open the door and make way for me."
The leading family soldier was sweating profusely and remained silent.
Jiang Qiang smiled again: "We promise to only catch the assassin and not disturb you, sir."
The three parties were in agonizing silence for a while.
Nan Qiongshuang's palms were sweating, and the sword she held was a little slippery.
If the family soldiers opened the door, the two would be attacked from both sides.
After a long while, the leader of the family soldiers shouted, "Lock the gate tightly, no one is allowed to enter! The rest of you, catch the assassin!"
Jiang Qiang was stunned in shock.
The reason was simple. The Jurchens had always had a bad reputation in the Central Plains, relying on plunder and looting for survival. Chang Da's use of this group of Jurchens as his personal guards had already caused widespread resentment in the capital. The Duke's mansion was filled with countless rare treasures, so wealthy that it would not be an exaggeration to say it was rich enough to rival an entire nation. If they had opened the door so rashly, who knew if these Jurchens would actually return to their traditional business?
The leading family soldiers pointed their spears at Nan Qiongshuang and the other two:
"Just two women, brothers, catch them!"
The two men looked at each other, and the long sword and the long spear immediately tangled together. For a moment, the yard was filled with knife shadows, and the snow-white sword light was flying. Suddenly, several cold arrows buzzed into the yard.
Nan Qiongshuang took a quick glance, took a step to avoid it, and then suddenly raised her sword to block the attack.
There was a crisp sound, and the sword began to buzz.
This wasn't a solution. While these family soldiers weren't as skilled as them, their physical strength was a major issue. They could still fight off a few moves, but how long could they last? By the time they finished this wave, there would be another wave outside, and even the best fighters wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Suddenly he looked up.
Two or three Jurchens had already climbed up to the top of the wall, squatted on it tremblingly, and jumped down with their bodies hunched.
Nan Qiong Shuang suddenly had an idea.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of an arrow breaking through the air.
Nan Qiong Shuang swung her sword and dodged to the side of someone, arching her shoulders forward. A family soldier, who was holding a broadsword above his head, pounced forward in an instant.
With a "puff" sound.
An arrow lodged in his chest.
Only a slightly trembling arrow tail remained.
"Sir, please don't hurt anyone in this mansion! Please don't hurt anyone in this mansion! We are all the Duke's men!"
The leader brandished his sword while crying out in pain and clasping his fists towards Jiang Qiang.
Jiang Qiang had already jumped over the wall. He was wearing a helmet and armor and was tall and strong. After hearing this, he casually put his sword on his shoulder and muttered something in Jurchen.
Nan Qiong Shuang flew over and pressed her back against Gongsun Hong's. "What are you talking about?"
Gongsun Hong raised her sword to block, and laughed, "Say, 'Speak in the Central Plains dialect. You don't understand, but we won't understand you this time.'"
Nan Qiong Shuang bit her lip and smiled, "Okay, let's do it."
Gongsun Hong gripped the sword tighter: "Let the soldiers push up, we will retreat!"
Turning around, under the moonlight, human heads kept popping up from the other side of the wall like ants, jumping in continuously like a waterfall. The two men looked at each other, sheathed their swords, and suddenly leaped into the sky.
Jiang Qiang on the ground yelled loudly, and the next second, a wave of arrows suddenly appeared on the ground.
Gongsun Hong immediately raised his voice, laughed, leaped up, and shouted at the group of Jurchens.
The next moment, the two of them suddenly flipped over the roof in front of them, jumped down suddenly, squatted on the ground, and jumped into the room next to them.
The door was smashed to pieces, and arrows flew everywhere, impaling the stone pavement in the courtyard.
"What are you shouting?" Nan Qiong Shuang was already out of breath and unable to move her feet.
"I said," Gongsun Hong laughed, "'There are so many good things here! Come and grab them!'"
Nan Qiongshuang forced herself to stand upright by holding onto the table, while holding onto her veil, she laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back.
"How long do you think they can last?"
"It won't last long." Gongsun Hong hastily wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose with a red gauze curtain. "Do you think Mo Jiao will come?"
"I said he wouldn't come." Nan Qiong Shuang looked out the window. This room should be a warehouse. Everything around it was simple. There was no one outside yet, only the sound of weapons clashing. "I'll ask Wu Dao to contact Yun Manyue."
I tried using secret voice transmission, but Wu Dao didn't respond. He must have already left.
"Yun Manyue? She wasn't in command this time, and she doesn't take responsibility, so why is she here?"
"She may not come." Nan Qiong Shuang smiled bitterly, "If she doesn't come, there's nothing I can do."
"You have some acquaintance with her?"
"We worked together once."
"Even so, will she let go of that for you and me? Killing Prince Ding would be a great achievement."
Nan Qiong Shuang could not answer and could only remain silent.
After a long moment, he pressed the hilt of his sword. "In the gate of rebirth, everyone can rely on each other. I should be grateful for any help I get. Even if she doesn't come, I won't be disappointed. If I can't win, then I'll die."
"I don't want to die here yet." Gongsun Hong bit her lip. "She's so beautiful, but I might not be able to find a skin like her in my next life. Besides—"
Before he finished speaking.
Something rolled under the window.
A strong smell of blood.
A pair of eyes, confused and numb, stared at the two of them dimly.
The head of the leader just now.
Several burly shadows strode towards this side. One of them tilted his head back and took a sip of wine. Under the moonlight, he raised his knife and sprayed on the blade with a "puff" sound.
"The Jurchens are offering wine to their swords. They're going to kill everyone," Gongsun Hong said. "We can't stay here any longer. Let's go!"
The tall shadows just turned the corner.
The two men stepped on the window lattice and rushed onto the roof tiles.
Nan Qiong Shuang was already at the end of her strength. When she ran again, her chest began to ache dully. She forced herself to step onto the eaves, but she tilted uncontrollably.
Gongsun Hong held him up with her arm.
In the dim night, Gongsun Hong looked out into the courtyard, murmuring like a dream:
"How long have we been hiding in that room?"
Nan Qiong Shuang pressed her chest and coughed dryly, unable to care for a moment: "About half a minute, what's wrong?"
When I looked up, I was stunned.
In the complex and elegant courtyard of the Duke's Mansion, there was noisy wailing and the bright lights were flickering. The nobles opened the door to escape, but when they opened the door, they screamed and locked it again with a bang.
In the courtyard, heads were scattered everywhere, as if a carriage carrying grapefruits had overturned.
A few Jurchens were quite amused. They picked up the heads one by one from the ground with their knives and piled them up. The facial features were facing outwards. From a distance, it looked like a pile of dirt, but closer inspection revealed a group of people.
Nan Qiong Shuang had seen many storms, but at this moment, she couldn't utter a word.
Next, there was the sound of the bowstring being tightened and the arrow being released.
"Go!"
The Jurchens are best at shooting arrows with bows. Now that things have come to this, they can neither defeat the opponent nor escape. They are doomed to die today.
The two men had no other way out, so they jumped down with all their might. Without looking back, they heard a whirring sound behind them.
Two puffs.
The cloud-covered brocade hanging in the air was instantly torn apart.
"Run! There's no time to wait for others to help—"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted.
Gongsun Hong gritted her teeth. A white arrow feather pierced her shoulder, almost blinding against her bright red dress.
Nan Qiong Shuang: "You——"
"Let's focus on the present." She gritted her teeth and raised her sword, wielding it to deflect the stray arrows. "How long can we hold out?"
The two of them said nothing more. Nan Qiong Shuang jumped over on tiptoe, and their backs touched.
Under the moonlight, the streets were still empty.
The sound of bows being drawn stopped, and no more arrows were shot down.
Nan Qiong Shuang's head was buzzing with panting, and every time she breathed, her chest twitched and hurt for a moment. She forced herself to stand upright and looked around in panic.
However, the three Fu Yu guards, who were not good at light work, stepped on the tiles one by one and jumped onto the eaves.
A dozen people, holding knives, formed a loose circle and approached leisurely, step by step.
Jiang Qiang took the lead, with one hand on the gourd wine jug at his waist and the other hand carrying the blade on his shoulder. In the darkness of the night, his two squinted eyes were so narrow that you could hardly see his eyeballs. He laughed for a while and talked to himself.
Nan Qiong Shuang leaned against Gongsun Hong's back: "What did he say?"
Gongsun Hong's back was soaked with sweat.
"He said he heard there was a group of women among the assassins who were extremely beautiful but not very skilled. It seems he ran into them today. Two of them at once."
"He was delighted. He said—"
"say what?"
"He said, 'Catch him alive.' 'Before you take credit, enjoy yourself first, then ask your brothers to enjoy themselves. Take turns—it's been a while since I've ridden a woman.'"
Nan Qiong Shuang finally understood that these dozen people did not put their hands on the wine jugs at their waists, but on their belts.
There was a sour, rotten smell of alcohol all around.
Everyone was chuckling, their faces flushed and their eyes narrowed.
When Jiang Qiang finally dropped the sword from his shoulder.
Nan Qiong Shuang waved her sleeves and scattered white mist as big as half a fan.
"You still have medicine?!" Gongsun Hong was surprised and happy.
"Yes, it is, but it's so high up and there's wind—"
Suddenly, the Jurchen man opposite, who was holding a mouthful of wine in his mouth, saw the white mist approaching in front of him, and he vomited it out like a madman.
He vomited all over Nan Qiong Shuang in an instant.
Her snow-white veil was immediately soaked with wine foam and saliva.
Before she could get angry or disgusted, she smelled a sweet and strange fragrance.
It was the cartilage powder she had just swung out.
She began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Don't use medicine." Her voice trembled. "It's too high, the wind is too strong, and it's uncontrollable. And these people..."
Jiang Qiangsen raised his cold sword silently, pointed it in front of the two men.
He spat, twisted his mouth, and said in halting official language:
"For the two of you, we have offended the Duke. We will be punished when we return. We are being unfairly treated if we don't use you properly. If you serve us well, you will die more comfortably."
After saying this, he glared at the others and shouted:
"superior!"
The swords flashed fiercely, and people from all sides were breathing out foul and turbid hot air, grinning and approaching.
Nan Qiong Shuang could almost smell the fishy and foul odor from the crotches of several people.
My eyes blurred and a knife flashed above my head.
She no longer had the strength to resist. Suddenly, on the brink of life and death, the broadsword was suddenly blocked by a flash of white light. With a clang, it suddenly vibrated and hummed.
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