The Cute Peasant Wife: Mian Niang - C267 four kinds of murderous qi

Actually, he could have just left the envelope and the jade pendant at a random place. Mian Niang would naturally pick it up, but he looked like he was possessed, and wanted to see Mian Niang take the jade ornament back from his hands.

Mian Niang was helpless, she took the jade in her hand and turned to receive the envelope.

As expected, Jiang Ting immediately let go of his hand.

After the pot was opened, Mian Niang once again hung the jade pendant around her neck, concealing it behind her collar. As the jade pendant hung close to her body, she once again felt a familiar warmth.

When she raised her head and met Jiang Ting’s gaze, her face immediately burned with anger. She didn’t pay attention to him before, but now she realised that her actions didn’t seem to be right.

He could only use the lid of the pot to hide his embarrassment.

He then went to the cupboard and took out a pair of chopsticks and a bowl, “You didn’t see it right when you put the salt in there, did you?”

She grabbed a handful of it while feeling it black. She really couldn’t guarantee that her cooking would definitely be delicious, nor could she guarantee that Jiang Ting would really eat it.

“I’ll eat.” Jiang Ting walked in. He was really rude, he did not need to use a bowl, he just used a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of food, eating until his mouth was watery.

Mian Niang sat on the doorstep, her eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and could see even more clearly than before.

Jiang Ting was probably really hungry, and his speed was much faster than last time when he ate the noodles.

“Tired?”

“I’ve been nibbling on dry rations for the past few days.”

In order to make time to come see her, she didn’t even have the time to sit down and drink some hot tea. However, she was used to this kind of life, so she didn’t feel bitter about it.

It was the first time since he could remember that someone had asked him if he was tired. When he was tired, they would make him a hot meal.

The tofu was a little light, but there was still no time to stew. The soup was also filled to the brim, but it just so happened that while drinking it to quench one’s thirst, the most important thing was that the tofu was really hot, warming up one’s heart before spreading to one’s limbs and bones.

This person had a face full of dust. After suppressing so many things in his heart, to deal with so many different people, his life was much more difficult than his. Mian Niang looked at Jiang Ting and suddenly felt a little sad.

He had a faint feeling that this person should not have led such a life.

He had written well and was skilled in martial arts. Even when he lifted his hand, he did not look crude or crude. Even when eating like a tornado, he still looked pretty.

She looked at him and could not help but advise, “Eat slowly. There’s no rush.”

His movements had indeed slowed down.

“I don’t know much. I don’t know what exactly you want to do, but I still want to advise you. No matter how important what you want to do is, you need to pay attention to your own body.”

This was similar to the ‘what if ten thousand was ten thousand’ story from before. To put it bluntly, she would still be worried about him.

Jiang Ting raised his lips, the tofu soup had an extra bit of alcohol.

“Your brother is doing fine at the border. Don’t worry too much. Duan Buyan was a righteous person, he would not take too much care of him, but he did not need to worry. He can see the capabilities of your brother. ”

Mian Niang was a little disappointed in her heart, but she immediately understood that the other party was a dignified First Army Commander, so naturally, she would not overlook her opponents.

It was his own lack of greed.

Jiang Ting was already taking a huge risk like this.

He had already finished all the dishes and the tofu was gone as well.

He turned and walked to the door. He looked down at her and said:

“I’m leaving.”

“Be careful.” Mian Niang stood up and reminded them in a low voice.

“Song Yi.” He called her by name.

“Hmm?”

“Don’t worry, I know what you’re thinking. I won’t let you down.” He jumped onto the roof and ran out of the village.

Mian Niang watched as she left, then looked back at the jade pendant in her hand, in a daze.

The door opened, and Song Zhien walked out while rubbing his eyes.

Jiang Ting’s horse was not brought into the village. The only thing he was afraid of was causing a ruckus, which would cause trouble for Mian Niang.

After leaving the village, he rode his horse and ate his fill. His entire body was warm and harmonious, and when he looked at the long road before him again, he no longer felt lonely.

Just as Mian Niang had said, there was nothing special about this hairpin. It was just a normal wooden hairpin that no one would be willing to sell in the market.

The tentacles were smooth and worn for a long time.

Everyone said that the object was similar to the owner, so it was clear that this was not the case.

Its owner was much more eye-catching, with delicate features and a strong and pure heart.

Unlike it, it was made out of wood.

She carefully put the hairpin back into her pocket.

Only Duan Buyan knew about the relationship between him and Song Zhixiao, and even Duan Buyan didn’t know what kind of relationship was between the two of them. He only knew that this Song Zhixiao was under his care.

Duan Buyan would not ask any questions, nor would he tell anyone else about it.

He was unwilling to let others know that he had such an item with him, in case it brought about some unnecessary trouble that brought danger to Mian Niang.

Traveling day and night, Jiang Ting had to pass by two groups of people that blocked his way, and all of them were taken care of by him.

Halfway through the fourth day, he finally arrived outside the capital city.

The city gates were within reach, so he had to be more careful.

The city gate lock was not a troublesome matter for him.

Only a mile away from the city gate, a dozen or so black-clothed people suddenly appeared on both sides of the road.

The other party’s purpose for coming was clear and concise. “Brother, people can enter the city. Leave your things behind.”

The first two batches were both dressed like these people, but it was unknown if it was the last batch, Jiang Ting had already prepared himself, and coldly said: “You’ve found the wrong person.”

“The wrong person?” The leader scoffed, “Brother, do you know how many suspicious people we have killed recently? Be sensible and don’t go against our master. Quickly hand over the goods and maybe we can let you go.”

“Then please advise your master to be tactful and not go against the people of this world. Perhaps he might have a chance of survival. Of course, you must all return alive.”

“What an arrogant language —” Before he could even finish that last word, his throat had already been pierced by a sword. He looked at that sword with disbelief, as well as its owner, “You …” How could you be so fast?

Taking out their swords, the rest of the people finally reacted and surrounded Jiang Ting and the group.

Any one of these people was a top-notch expert. Otherwise, they would not have been able to easily kill these so-called suspicious people.

The member who was suddenly killed just now was only because Jiang Ting had acted quickly and caught them off guard. They were not prepared yet, so they did not dare to act rashly.

In Jiang Ting’s eyes, there was no longer the calmness from before, what remained was only a biting killing intent.

Since young, he had faced the most cruelty.

These people were the secret guards of the Emperor, and they were also Death Soldiers raised by the Imperial Family.

Either you die, or I live.

This was his environment and the creed of their lives.

Such a bloody battle did not alarm the soldiers on the city wall.

Four days ago, he was still standing in the kitchen of Mian Niang’s house, eating a hot dish and roasting it in a pot of tofu.

Now, he would be swimming between life and death.

A strong stench of blood spread out. Jiang Ting could feel blood on his face, on his blade, and on his clothes.

More than half of the people had died. Seeing that their chances of winning were getting smaller, these people also had thoughts of retreating.

But Jiang Ting would not let them go.

These were the death warriors raised by the Prince Rong’s Mansion. He could not let any of them go, lest his real identity be exposed.

Just like what Mistress Cloud had told him, this person was vicious and merciless.

It was as if he had taken care of the first two groups of people.

An hour had already passed.

He wiped the blood off his face and sheathed his sword.

He looked at the scattered corpses on the ground.

He took out a token from the person who spoke first and looked at the word “Grass and Wood” on it. Then, he smiled coldly and walked towards the city gate.

When he entered the city, he found that it was heavily guarded, not like this when he left.

Jiang Ting moved even more carefully.

It was deep into the night, so the ones who were avoiding the patrols, got hit even worse as Jiang Ting ran towards the Imperial Palace.

However, he noticed that the Gu family on the west side of the city was brightly lit, and did not know what had happened.

He also did not have time to pay attention to the security inside the city, and the security inside the palace walls had also become much stricter.

Jiang Ting frowned, as he tried to guess what was happening within the palace.

His feet didn’t stop moving as he crossed a wall and was blocked by a group of people charging at him.

“Second brother?”

Jiang Ting stopped and looked at him.

After all these years of being together, even though he was dressed in black and hid his face, just his eyes were enough for him to recognize the other party.

“Yes.” Jiang Ting treasured his words like gold and recognized that this was his sixth brother.

The other party was in a rather emotional state. He took off his handkerchief and looked at him with a sorrowful expression.

“Fourth Bro is dead.”

Fourth Bro?

Jiang Ting thought back to that person. Before he left this time, he was still holding onto the person in front of him, unwilling to let him go. He insisted on telling him a joke.

“Do you know how Fourth Bro died?”

Jiang Ting shook his head.

“He was killed.”

“It was given to him to die?”

“That’s right, he was captured alive by the King Rong and brought before the emperor to confront him. Master did not save him.” The sixth brother touched the hilt of his sword, recalling the days when everyone fought side by side against each other.

“I was filled with grief and indignation. I knew this was our fate, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to ask His Majesty if the only thing that awaited us was death. Is Fourth Bro’s death worth it?”

Jiang Ting looked at the bottom of Old Sixth’s feet as he thought about his past.

When his entire clan had been beheaded, the heaven’s clan had opened up and allowed him to live, but that was only a greater favor.

Let him face death with complete loyalty.

How could the Emperor raise useless people by his side?

It was easier said than done.

It was true that he had some childhood feelings for the present. However, the reason why their relationship was so firm was because they had a common enemy.

When he was six years old, his father had taken him on his knees and written this down on a piece of white paper.

“The Emperor’s Art.”

At that time, Tutor Jiang held his son’s hand and told him, “No matter when, you must firmly remember these four words.”

The Tutor Jiang used all of his heart to worry that the little prince would treat him differently and cause his son to forget about his identity. These four words were not only to remind him of the difference in status, but also to remind him that as a sovereign, he had the power to scheme and scheme.

“If the Lord wishes for this subject to die, this subject has no choice but to die.” Jiang Ting said calmly as he thought back to his father’s teachings back then.

Ol ‘Six walked over and stood in front of him, asking angrily, “That’s right, if the Lord wants us to die, we have to die. So, should we just let fate take control of us and allow us to be slaughtered?”

While he was speaking, a cold light flashed, the dagger in his sleeve had already been thrown out, and directly stabbed towards Jiang Ting’s face.