Quickly wear: Lord God is not restrained at all

On the other side, in the tent, a pale-faced man was leaning against the bed, wearing clothes, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

The person who served him took back the things and bowed to him: "Second Prince, your wounds are recovering well, but you still need to rest for a few days."

The man sitting on the bed nodded, and when someone walked out of the tent with their things, he was about to take a rest.

The curtain was opened again. He looked over and suddenly a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes. Then he laughed:

"I knew you weren't dead."

The Second Prince's voice was as cheerful as that of a teenager, and his gaze moved down from the visitor, with an even brighter smile in his eyes.

Feng Jin curled the corner of his mouth and stood not far from him. He could now move without the help of crutches.

He pulled his hand out and clasped his fists towards the person on the bed, then raised his eyes and smiled at each other from a distance.

They have been playing together since they were young. Although they are the king and his subject in public, they are close friends in private.

At first, some people said that he was killed by bandits. Although he was shocked, he was unwilling to believe it. Even bandits could not kill such a handsome young man.

Feng Jin walked to the stool beside the bed and sat down. He looked at the Second Prince for a few times and frowned slightly:

"Why is it hurt so badly?"

The second prince coughed lightly and waved his hand: "I just didn't pay attention and was attacked by someone. It's not a big deal."

Feng Jin frowned. His face was pale and he kept coughing. Isn't that serious?

We should show concern and talk about business.

Feng Jin asked about his half-brother. As the Second Prince was unwell, although he was still in charge of military affairs on paper, the final decision was made by Feng Ting.

It must be said that Feng Ting is indeed decisive in his work, and the strategies he provides are comparable to Feng Jin's.

He is so clever and smart, completely different from the timid and obedient him when he was in Kyoto.

"If I hadn't known his personality at the party before, I would have thought he was a different person. Feng Jin, now that you're back, what do you want to do with him?"

The second prince sat on the bed and shifted his gaze to Feng Jin beside him.

The candlelight in the tent was bright, making the boy's face look softer.

Feng Jin glanced at the second prince, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Outside the tent, Xiao Lan stood in the shadows holding a sword in his arms. The autumn night wind was growing colder.

Feng Jin talked with the second prince for a long time inside. After Xiao Lan stomped her feet many times, the curtain finally moved.

Xiao Lan hurriedly went to greet him. Feng Jin came out with his hands behind his back. The night was getting darker and everyone except the guards was asleep.

Feng Jin looked at the incomplete moon hanging in the sky and asked, "Is it time for Tang Yuan to come back?"

It took a long time to get there, and I don’t know what the situation is like over there.

……

Sitting against the wall, Jiang Cha spread her legs and took a bite of the rabbit meat.

There was a fire burning on the ground, and a dozen brothers gathered together to eat meat.

I had a fight with that group of officers and soldiers. Although they had the advantage in terms of fighting strength, they outnumbered them!

When night falls, everyone goes back to their own place as if they had agreed to continue their work the next day.

Anyway, the losses over there are more serious. Although Jiang Cha has instructed not to kill them, it is normal for the injured to lie down for a few days!

"Boss, that pretty boy is not a simple person. He is from Kyoto. I said that the man in the daytime looked familiar.

Isn't that a bit like that pretty boy? I also forgot to ask what kind of family they are in Kyoto."

Jiang Hai sat next to her and started muttering to Lin Xuan next to him.

Hearing this, Lin Xuan glanced at Jiang Cha, only to see the girl biting rabbit meat, and she didn't seem to care much about the issue.

"Boss, what do you think?"

Lin Xuan spoke, Jiang Hai stopped talking, and the other two sitting around the fire also looked at Jiang Cha.

Everyone knew that the village chief liked that man, but the man didn't seem very happy.

He had just released the man when someone came to his house, claiming they were his men, and threatened to take revenge.

Although I don’t quite understand what’s going on, the problem ultimately comes from Feng Jin. It all depends on what the boss decides.

Several pairs of eyes stared at her, and Jiang Cha swallowed the food in her mouth calmly.

After looking around, he slowly said, "What can we say? Do you think Feng Jin sent people to suppress the bandits?"

Lin Xuan paused and shook his head: "As soon as we released him, someone came right after. It's hard not to make other people in the village think too much. Boss...you..."

Lin Xuan couldn't ask, Jiang Hai was getting anxious.

"Boss, this..."

Jiang Cha looked around, then retracted his gaze and stood up: "Okay, I have a plan for this matter. You have worked hard these past few days to get some exercise. After we finish this job, maybe our Anyun Village will become more famous."

Her confident look was so convincing that no one said anything.

On the other side, Feng Jin returned to the military camp and was also busy.

The barbarian army attacked in the middle of the night, and the whole camp was suddenly in chaos.

The sound of attack horns rang across the entire hill, and the sound of footsteps coming and going seemed to flatten the entire camp.

Feng Jin was sitting in the tent. On the table was a border defense map with densely packed flags on it.

The curtain was lifted, and flames shot up into the sky outside. Xiao Lan walked in, followed closely by the returning Tang Yuan.

But he lowered his head, looking like he had done something wrong.

Feng Jin just looked up and continued to write on the paper.

"came back."

The voice is a little hoarse.

With a thud, Tang Yuan knelt on the ground and said, "Sir, I failed to do my job well! I didn't meet the Marquis!"

Feng Jin's hand suddenly stopped writing, and the ink dripped down, finally smudged on the thick paper.

He raised his eyes to look at Tang Yuan who was kneeling on the ground: "Explain."

Tang Yuan lowered his head and told the whole story.

Every time Feng Jin heard what he said, his face turned darker.

At the end of the hearing, no one spoke in the tent, only the sound of soldiers outside shouting and cheering.

Sweat streamed down his forehead and Tang Yuan's heart was beating fast.

After a long while, Feng Jin finally spoke in the classroom: "So you just came back like this? You didn't go straight to your father to explain the situation?"

Tang Yuan suddenly raised his eyes, met Feng Jin's murderous gaze, and lowered his head again in an instant: "The Marquis is furious, I dare not show up, I can only come back quickly..."

Snapped!

The thing fell to the ground and Tang Yuan didn't dare to say a word for a moment.

Feng Jin rubbed his eyes, and the bowl lying on the ground was still rolling.

There's a fight going on over there, and things are a bit troublesome over here.

Tang Yuan didn't dare to look at Feng Jin, and could only wink at Xiao Lan beside him, but the other party pretended not to see it.

Feng Jin said in a hoarse voice: "Go to Wangjiao Mountain again and give the letter to my father. If you can't handle it well this time, don't come back."

Tang Yuan's face darkened, he nodded, and was about to turn around and leave.

Feng Jin called him again: "Father brought soldiers, can he hurt her?"

Tang Yuan cried out, obviously not understanding who this she was. Xiao Lan, who was standing aside, was so anxious that his eyes were twitching wildly.

Tang Yuan swallowed his saliva, looked at Xiao Lan, and said hesitantly: "No...no, the village...the village chief is very heroic. He defeated the Marquis's men with a spear."

After saying that, Tang Yuan glanced at Feng Jin cautiously, and the young man's handsome face remained expressionless.

Tang Yuan then left the tent. Not long after he left, the Second Prince sent someone over to call for someone.

Feng Ting's people also came back from the city and told Feng Ting everything. The people there knew that he was not dead.

But he couldn't get away, he had already headed for the battlefield.

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Even though Jiang Cha only had more than a hundred people, he was able to maneuver back and forth with those officers and soldiers.

They took advantage of the terrain in the mountains to make the officers and soldiers run around in circles.

On the afternoon of the second day, the wind was howling and the weather was getting cooler, so many people put on thick clothes.

Jiang Cha stood on a big rock on the hillside, looking at the officers and soldiers below with a smile on his face.

With his hands on his waist, he said in a rather presumptuous tone: "How about it, officers? It's a little cold today. Why don't we take a break first and let the brothers go back and have a bowl of ginger tea to warm themselves up?"

As soon as she said this, the brothers around her raised their weapons and responded to her.

This concerted effort made the officers and soldiers seem a little stupid.

A big bump appeared on the deputy general's face, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before.

"My Lord, this bandit is too arrogant! He stayed up late at night and lit firecrackers! Now he is even talking nonsense, showing that he doesn't take us seriously at all."

The Marquis was wearing thick clothes and his face no longer had the confidence it had before, but they had only fought a few times.

He also understood that the leader of Anyun Village was indeed worthy of his reputation. He was an excellent martial arts master, and his subordinates were also first-class fighters.

If we keep wasting time like this, we will lose face if we can't win!

"My Lord! My Lord! My Lord!"

He called out three times in a row, and everyone's attention was drawn to him.

Even the bandits on the hillside looked over.

Lin Xuan was standing behind Jiang Cha, and his eyes narrowed when he heard the words. Everyone looked left and right, and finally their eyes fixed on Jiang Cha.

I knew before that their identities were not simple, but this was the first time I heard his true identity.

Those who came from Kyoto are marquises. They are far away from the border and don’t know much about those noble families. How many marquises are there in Kyoto?

Jiang Hai swallowed his saliva and moved towards Jiang Cha with the hammer: "Boss, do you still want that pretty boy?"

Jiang Cha glanced at him, and Jiang Hai continued: "Although we don't know how many marquises there are in Kyoto, but his father has come to the door, which is not good for your relationship."

Everyone around him nodded unconsciously in agreement with Jiang Hai's words.

It would be fine if the third wife was just an ordinary family, but now that the person is no longer in their hands, the father still came to their door to fight.

How can we stay together after this? I don't even realize I'm worried about Jiang Cha.

While they were worrying, Tang Yuan had already appeared below, and conveyed the letter in his hand exactly as Feng Jin said.

The Marquis held the envelope and looked up. The girl in the middle was surrounded by several big men. It looked very lively.

Tang Yuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Jiang Cha was fine.

"My Lord, the young master is able to stand up now, and it was the village master who helped to heal him. We in Anyun Village cannot fight. If we fight, wouldn't it be ungrateful?"

After Tang Yuan said this, he was kicked by the Marquis.

"What nonsense!!!"

Tang Yuan nodded repeatedly in agreement with his words: "Yes, yes, yes, I was wrong."

The Marquis's expression changed, and the deputy general hesitantly asked, "Marquis, do you still want to fight?"

The Marquis put the letter in his arms and glanced at him: "Why are you fighting? I haven't heard anyone say that you are ungrateful!"

Tang Yuan was caught in the crossfire again and couldn't help but slap his mouth.

Jiang Cha crossed her arms and looked down from above, meeting the Marquis's gaze.

At first glance, his eyes looked a little strange and he immediately believed that they had killed his son. It turned out to be a misunderstanding and they hadn't even fought!

The Marquis's face was obviously not good. He glared at Tang Yuan beside him, jumped on the horse, clenched his calves, tightened the reins and walked back.

Upon seeing this, the deputy general hurriedly called on others to follow.

More than a hundred people just left like that. The bandits looked confused. What was going on?

Jiang Cha yawned and threw the spear in his hand into Jiang Hai's arms: "Go home and sleep."

Everyone was left confused. What was going on? Should we continue fighting?

After a few days of peace and quiet, Anyun Village returned to its normal and serious life.

He returned to his old ways and robbed the rich to support himself.

The Japanese merchants who passed by the foot of the mountain a few months ago came back again, and this time Jiang Cha gave direct orders to work.

When he came, he had nothing in his hands, and when he left, a large carriage passed by.

The autumn wind was bleak and the weather was cool. A few strong men jumped out from behind a dry tree, covering their faces.

With his hands on his waist and a big knife in hand, he said the famous words: "I planted this tree and built this road! If you want to pass this way, leave your wealth behind!"

Several of the Japanese people looked at each other in confusion.

Only a few cooks driving the carriage left them without saying a word and turned around and ran back.

Only those few Japanese people were left confused.

"Brother...what are you doing?"

One of them was wearing luxurious clothes, and the clothes shone with colorful colors under the light.

The second brother standing in the front, speaking in unclear Chinese, instantly became angry.

He pulled down the cloth covering his face and started to say, "Oh my god, stop talking. What the hell are you talking about? Do you understand robbery?"

The Japanese people looked at them with amusement at first and didn't take them seriously at all.

He walked forward with his thighs hanging down: "Robbery? You mean stealing things, right?

You Central Plains people, get out of here before we make a move, or we'll make you kneel down and kowtow!"

The second brother’s brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a mosquito to death. He looked at the two brothers beside him, and finally smiled at each other.

Jiang Cha was leaning against a big tree not far away, picking a piece of grass out of boredom, watching his second brother beat up those Japanese guys.

The wailing sounds echoed throughout the entire trail, making people's blood boil in the already cool weather.

Jiang Hai appeared out of nowhere and squatted on the side watching the fun.

The second brother, who was tired from fighting, panted heavily, grabbed the back of a Japanese man's neck and started cursing:

"I've been displeased with you for a long time. What nonsense are you saying? And the bald head on top of your head,

I let you go earlier, but you insisted on taking the Wangjiao Mountain Road when there were so many roads. Aren't you handing yourself over to me? You have to kneel down and kowtow to me. If I don't beat you up, I'll be sorry for you calling me daddy!"

The second brother kept chattering while those Japanese guys were pinned down and beaten over and over again.

Jiang Cha went straight forward to check the items on the carriages. Most of them were cloth and some seeds.

There are even herbal remedies, in huge quantities, with ginger tea coming to the fore.