Flower Falls Jun Kexiao

With the name of the Jiang family in Northwest China, Jiang Ping will be fine, at least his life will not be in danger.

Sure enough, none of those soldiers greeted the vitals.

Jiang Pingshi also knew this, and if he was beaten with a long sword, he would quit as soon as he was beaten.

The general didn't retreat too far, Jiang Pingshi's complexion changed suddenly, and the long knife was thrown out.

His strength was already fierce, and the long knife that came out of his hand carried the sound of piercing wind.

Not only was Ji Huihun unable to move his body, but his eyes were also covered.

Compared with when these soldiers came, the scene was even more chaotic.

The guests in the restaurant dispersed as early as when the soldiers came, this time it was the soldiers who shouted in panic.

The leaderless bandit couldn't break through Jiang Pingshi's line of defense, so he wished he could throw away his helmet, armor and wings to escape.

Back at the inn, Jiang Pingshi re-bandaged the open wound, and looked at Li Yuluo silently, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Ji Huihui calmed down, knowing that he had just been too aggressive, rushing forward would only cause trouble, now he sat obediently, as quiet as a chicken.

"Prince Xiluo." Jiang Pingshi's expression was still complicated, without using a questioning tone.

"Yes." Li Yuluo nodded calmly, "Master Jiang?"

Although it was a question, judging from her expression, she was confident.

The northwest is vast and sparsely populated, not as rich as the capital and the south of the Yangtze River. There are few people, but it is not impossible.

This Jiang family is a well-known family in the Northwest, and even the army has to give a little favor.

The Jiang family is good at fighting, and most of them joined the army. Several generations of ancestors have produced several well-known generals.

It is also because of them that the Northwest has not fallen under the iron hoof of Turks and Tubo.

The younger generation of the Jiang family has no general position for the time being, and it has been heard that the boss has wandered around the rivers and lakes and has no intention of joining the army. Even so, no one dares to look down on the Jiang family.

Most of the young generals in Northwest China were brought by veterans of the Jiang family. They are bold and forthright in the army. They don't talk about cultural people, teachers and students. They only say that you are kind to me, so why not entrust this life to you?

Jiang Pingshi heard that the lord of the Northwest from the capital was young, but he never thought that the young man was so excessive.

One look at the skin and you can tell that you have not experienced the ravages of the northwest wind and sand, it is moist and fair, and your body is small, and you can't be a soldier if you pull it out!

Li Yuluo's complexion is not fair to people from Jiangnan in the capital city, but in the eyes of people from Northwest China, it is simply too delicate.

From Jiang Pingshi's point of view, as a prince, Li Yuluo is still so young, with a calmness that is different from ordinary people. Generally can't bear hardships.

The defenders of Tongcheng were all killed by him by "missing hands". Jiang Pingshi gave a wry smile and secretly convinced the little prince's one-handed operation. If it wasn't for him, how could his hand holding the knife be hit by a stone suddenly? It's a coincidence Fly in the direction of the guard?

It seems that under the command of the young prince, there are already capable people.

Jiang Ping agreed ten times, left the table and knelt down on one knee, and said solemnly: "I have seen the prince."

It was called the prince, but did not say the prince of Xiluo. This expression and tone were tantamount to saying: I have seen the lord of the northwest.

Li Yuluo smiled and nodded.

Jiang Pingshi who received the signal did not get up, but whispered: "May the prince shoulder the tomorrow of the Northwest!"

Li Yuluo nodded solemnly, and Jiang Pingshi just got up.

"My lord knew earlier that I was the eldest son of the Jiang family?"

Li Yuluo smiled and said nothing.

It was an accident to say the least, when Jiang Pingshi was injured after chasing Ji Huihui, Li Yuluo was worried, and he did not expect to get a surprise.

"Then who is Miss Ji?" Jiang Ping was very puzzled, he had never heard of a rich family with the surname Ji in the capital.

But since he and the prince are fellow villagers, they are not ordinary people.