I broke my sleeves with the son

Maybe it was because he was also holding a scimitar in his hand, the force of the knife stopped, Jiang Luo got angry, the knife sliced ​​up the man's arm, and a head fell to the ground in an instant.

He shook the scimitar in his hand, and waved it uncomfortably. He was still a little more familiar with long swords.

A broken body came from behind, Jiang Luoqing lowered his body fiercely, and saw a shiny black sickle cutting through the wooden frame outside the carriage and going out from him horizontally, if he hadn't lowered his head in time just now , I'm afraid I was hooked to a chill.

Jiang Luoqing, who was angry for getting up, was very upset, and raised his hand to stab the hand that was in the air.

bang-

The scimitar fell to the ground, and the killer whose hand had been cut off squeezed his wrist and retreated screaming, but when he retreated halfway, someone pinched his neck, twisted it lightly, and the bone squeaked, and then there was no sound.

Qin Ziyi let go of the body and let the body fall to the ground, stepped forward and pulled Jiang Luoqing off the shaft, saying, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay." Jiang Luoqing pushed away his hand, and wiped some blood on his face casually.This time the sickle sent out more people, eight people were mobilized, Jiang Luoqing solved one and injured one.

Qin Ziyi took care of two of them, leaving the rest to his subordinates.

Jiang Luoqing frowned and hissed, and touched the back of his neck, only to find a long gash. Fortunately, the gash was relatively shallow and didn't bleed much. It hurts even a big gash was opened.

Qin Ziyi heard him hissing and panting, and after a step behind, he saw the blood on the back of his neck.

"Next." He took out a small porcelain bottle of medicine for skin and flesh wounds from his sleeve and threw it over.

Jiang Luoqing subconsciously reached out to take it, and it was warm. When he saw the medicine bottle, he was taken aback. Qin Ziyi turned his head to see the other people's casualties.

No one died, and three people were seriously injured, but those who had been riding horses had some skills and only suffered minor injuries.

Those who were seriously injured sounded the signal flares and waited for the people from Jincheng to pick them up, while Jiang Luoqing and others with minor injuries or even no injuries continued on their way.

This time Jiang Luoqing rushed into the carriage. He took the medicine with his index finger and wiped it on himself. While wiping it, he said, "Who did you offend? It didn't work once, and you even bought it once just to kill you."

Although the kung fu of these scythe factions is low, and the real masters haven't come out yet, this can't stand the crowd tactics, not to mention that the people here have no internal strength, and those sent here still have internal strength.

Qin Ziyi looked at Jiang Luoqing indifferently for a while, and when Jiang Luoqing began to feel uncomfortable, he finally looked away and said, "It's just that the dog jumped the wall in a hurry, there will be no more danger in the future, don't worry."

"I have nothing to worry about." Jiang Luoqing pinched the porcelain bottle and said, "If another killer comes over, I will run away first and come back after you finish the fight, so as not to be implicated."

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted.Qin Ziyi made a definition in his heart for the third son of the Prime Minister, who had a different heart. Before leaving, he was afraid that the people behind would not have enough firewood to pick up two bundles by himself. The person who was the first to help him deal with others when he discovered something was wrong, instead of running away with light skills, had already changed his image in his heart.

Seeing that he said running away now, he didn't take it seriously, he just slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes lingered on his face and said: "Why are you wearing a mask all the time?"

After hearing what he said, Jiang Luoqing stretched her hand behind her head to tighten the mask on her face, and said leisurely, "You have an ugly face, and you are ashamed to see others."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. This... seems to be something that some women should say?

When Qin Ziyi heard Jiang Luoqing say this, the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider.

I don't know how Prime Minister Jiang, who always likes to say that there is no ugly person in his family, will feel when he hears his son's words.

It really made Qin Ziyi right, since that time, he has never met the assassin again, and the group entered a small town smoothly the next day.

The merchants and bodyguards often patronize the small town, so there are mostly inns and restaurants, but the quantity is not necessarily good, such as the dish in front of you.

The taste is really good, and it really feels like eating grass after eating it.

He looked up at the people on the table, but the rest of them ate it without changing their expressions, and he vaguely felt that these people were robbing.

This can only be practiced in the military, but Jiang Luoqing is not familiar with it, so I just think they are used to this kind of thing.

He moved to the side and whispered to Qin Ziyi, "Do you have a silver knife in your hand?"

Qin Ziyi stopped his chopsticks, lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Jiang Luoqing himself wanted to endure it, but he couldn't feel wronged and let him write. He said, "Give me two or three silver knives, and I'll get you something delicious."

His voice was obviously lowered, but the group of people who were eating enthusiastically just now paused for a while, and when he looked over, their eating speed slowed down by more than a star and a half.

Qin Ziyi glanced at his subordinates with a half-smile, handed the money bag on his waist to Jiang Luoqing and said, "Get more."

Qin Ziyi is also not used to the food here, let me tell you earlier!

If you like to eat, you must have two hands.This sentence refers to Jiang Luoqing, he usually doesn’t go to the kitchen, he always keeps in mind that the gentleman is far away from the kitchen, but this time the situation is different, he has been hungry for the third day after calculation, and the first day is still full of food. I ate a fishy fish with no taste.

At that time, there was no condition for him to endure it, but now that he has everything he should have, he can't ruin his internal organs no matter what.

Jiang Luoqing walked up to the shopkeeper, and before he got close, the beautiful sound of the silver knife dangling rang out.

In order to make himself look a little more friendly, Jiang Luoqing deliberately lifted the mask from bottom to top, and stopped when he could see his nose and mouth.

He smiled and said, "Boss, I have a consultation with you."

The shopkeeper was dazed by his face for a moment, and then he was brought back to his senses by the roar of his own tigress in his mind, like this big dangling purse, and immediately took out an old abacus from his sleeve, smiling flatteringly He said, "Say, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Jiang Luoqing said in a low voice, "That's it. The food here doesn't quite match the taste of our place, so I want to cook some hometown food."

Hearing that the chubby fingers of the shopkeeper made a calculation, his steamer-like face was wrinkled together, which made people feel nervous at first glance. He was embarrassed and said hesitantly: "Well, outsiders are not allowed to enter this kitchen. Yes."

Jiang Luoqing smiled and said nothing, he seemed to be tired from standing, changed his posture, and the silver knife slammed against him for a while, and the shopkeeper's eyes were not very good.

Jiang Luoqing said: "Is it really impossible to accommodate?"

"This, this, it's not impossible to accommodate a little." The shopkeeper's two fat hands twisted together and rubbed them together.

Jiang Luoqing was very polite and took out a silver knife and handed it over. The shopkeeper took the silver knife over at a speed that didn't suit his figure, and retracted his fat hands into his sleeves, acting guilty. Looking around, he led Jiang Luoqing into the back kitchen.

Standing next to the cauldron was a child, black and thin, no one was ordering at the moment, and he was sitting and resting in the corner panting.

Jiang Luoqing took a closer look, hey, he's still an acquaintance!

He took two steps closer, and the sound of footsteps caught the child's attention. When he raised his head, his dark eyes met him. Jiang Luoqing wondered, "Aren't you in Jincheng? Why did you come here?"

The little boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said old-fashionedly: "Most people in Jincheng come and go from the world, and they are easy to strike at a disagreement. It doesn't matter or work hard to stay there, and you can't stay there at all."

He pursed his lips and said, "The time I met you before, I happened to meet when I went back to visit my father. I went back here to continue working on the third day."

Jiang Luoqing looked around and found that the kitchen was fairly clean. He wondered, "Why are you talking faster and more often?"

The child started to stutter again when he asked him this question, "Ah, ah? Yes, yes?"

"My lord, do you know my little nephew?" The shopkeeper, who had been silently observing for a while, asked.

Jiang Luoqing glanced at him, "We met once, so we know each other." He said jokingly, "This kid's hands are very dexterous."

The shopkeeper continued his words, "Why else would I let him be the cook? Are you right?"

Jiang Luoqing nodded and said, "Yes, but it's a pity that we are still greedy for local food."

He took out a silver knife from his wallet and tossed it to the shopkeeper, "Is this enough for me to use the dishes here?"

"Enough is enough, then you are busy, I will go out and watch first." The shopkeeper also knew that enough was enough, and went out very tactfully.

Jiang Luoqing played with the kitchen knife, and then ordered the child to wash the vegetables and soak the meat. The child was watching while he was doing it, and he was not afraid of being stolen.

I'm really hungry, so I just cook a few dishes together.

When the rice is good, there are three stir-fried dishes, two cold dishes, one fast soup is ready, braised pork and old duck soup are stewed on two casserole pots.

He moved his hands and feet, pulled off the nondescript mask that had been pinned to his nose just now and covered it, lowered his head and said to the child, "Have you eaten?"

He asked very abruptly, and before the child had time to respond, he subconsciously shook his head.

Jiang Luoqing nodded, instructing him to take out the plates one by one, and bring them to their table.

The last heavy soup was served by himself.

The child breathed a sigh of relief after carrying the things, and carefully approached and smelled the two casseroles that were emitting aroma, and then cleaned up the things on the chopping board.

The shopkeeper came in to take a look, asked a few words, he told the truth, and the shopkeeper went out satisfied.