Chapter 2 Good or bad fate?

As the voice gradually faded, the guard behind Jiang Chenqi immediately threw out a token. Lin Jiao examined it carefully before handing it over and said: "Commander Jiang, I have offended you so much, I hope you can forgive me."

"General Lin, you're welcome." Jiang Chenqi walked to the car and asked softly with a soft smile: "The journey is long and the fierce horses are difficult to tame. Can you let me and Marquis Mingying ride in the same car?"

She said this very passionately, as if she was just an ordinary teenage girl complaining about the long and difficult journey. But as soon as the idea came up, Lin Jiao felt ridiculous. It was not that they had never heard of the commander of the Bei Ya Forbidden Army who was extremely skilled in martial arts.

Even Erlang, who was a former military general in the capital, could not connect the woman in front of him with the rumored image for a while.

Lin Jiao tightened the reins in his hands and brought his thoughts back to the question she just asked. He thought secretly in his heart, if he let such a person into the carriage, his master's temporary loss of internal strength might not be able to survive her three moves, but Jiang Chenqi

She is also someone sent from above. Who knows that she has been the most effective weapon around the new emperor in the past two years. If she refuses too much, I am afraid it will arouse that person's suspicion.

The general who was decisive in killing on the battlefield was really unlucky. He frowned and hesitated, "Your Excellency... and our Lord Marquis... I'm afraid there are many differences -"

"Commander Jiang." The voice from inside the carriage had a faint whisper, and it really sounded like someone who was seriously injured and dying, "Please."

Hearing this, Lin Jiao's unfinished rejection was completely speechless. He could only watch the man in a high ponytail nodded slightly at him, stepped sideways onto the carriage, raised the curtain with one hand, and made a series of movements.

Flowing clouds and flowing water.

Jiang Chenqi's left hand was clasped behind her back, and her slender fingers were stroking the Emei thorns in her sleeves. The sunlight filtered into the car, making the scene in the car room clearer.

So her right hand paused as she was about to lower the car curtain. The smiling expression of the man in the car, He Xi, hardly made her feel a sense of crisis. She closed her hands in a daze, bent down and found a place to sit down on the soft cushion.

Jiang Chenqi and Xie Jinghuai both hold high positions, but due to the turmoil on the border in recent years, almost everyone in the Mingying Marquis Mansion has not returned to the capital for many years, so they rarely interact with each other, let alone sit face to face at such a close distance.

There was no blood color, the breath was weak, and the existence of internal strength could not be tested. He indeed looked seriously injured, which was in line with the content in the Frontier Newspaper.

Jiang Chenqi's index finger circled a strand of black hair hanging down, her face was as calm as a pool of water. Xie Jinghuai had very few external injuries and was simply covered with a few bandages. However, with such a pale and fragile look, he either suffered internal injuries or was poisoned. But he was dignified and wise.

Not to mention his outstanding martial arts skills and deep internal strength, it is too suspicious that Hou was seriously injured when he was recalled to Beijing after several years of fighting.

But in such a confined space, she really couldn't test her inner strength. Could it be that her feeling was wrong?

Xie Jinghuai didn't have time to care about the twisting thoughts of the person opposite him at this time. He picked up a military book on the low table and flipped through it without concentration. At such a close distance, Jiang Chenqi would have thought if he had received the emperor's order.

Kill yourself, even if the King of Heaven comes and I can't save him, just relax.

"The Marquis is always successful on the battlefield, it turns out it's all thanks to these generals and tactics."

Jiang Chenqi's tone was not very sincere. Regardless of her own martial arts skills or commanding the imperial army, she did not like to be strict and rigid, but preferred to be surprised.

However, Xie Jinghuai didn't seem to hear anything. He leaned over and handed the slightly yellowed military book to Jiang Chenqi, as if he wanted to discuss it with her, "I have always agreed with this art of war."

Jiang Chenqi blinked and read along the book. If this man really lost his inner strength, there would be no bandage on his wrist. All he had to do was touch his pulse the moment he took the book...

Jiang Chenqi reached out her hand seemingly casually, and then she touched the man's cold skin. Then she heard Xie Jinghuai say again, "Meeting each other means being destined."

Her feeling was right. Even in her heart vein, there was no internal force surging in it. Xie Jinghuai really...

Wait, there were countless guesses and sighs in Jiang Chenqi's mind before she realized what he said. She pinched a corner of the book and sneered and thought to herself, even if she turned over this military book five hundred times today, she still couldn't find Xie Jinghuai just now.

That one said.

"Destined?"

Jiang Chenqi closed the book and asked with great interest, "Good relationship, bad relationship?"

Xie Jinghuai seemed to be surprised by her rhetorical question. He was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses and was ready to speak.

"Of course - be careful!"

A sharp arrow shot through the air, and he subconsciously wanted to pull Jiang Chenqi away. However, in just such a short blink of an eye, she was already smiling like an ordinary lady from aristocratic families that he had seen at various banquets.

He turned sideways to avoid the blade energy brought by the sharp arrow, and just before the black arrowhead was about to be nailed into the inner wall of the carriage, he reached out and grasped the arrow body.

The black gold arrow had complicated lines swirling around it. A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Chenqi's eyes. She was not unfamiliar with the feeling of this arrow in her hand.

It is a totem exclusively used by the Royal Guards Camp.

Why did the emperor ask her to bring Xie Jinghuai back safely, and why did he let the people from the secret guard camp take action? Jiang Chenqi didn't have time to think more deeply. The sound of swords and swords outside was already followed by Lin Jiao's voice: "Stop them! Protect the general."

!" came up one after another.

The shining silver sword opened the curtains and headed straight for the woman in the carriage. Jiang Chenqi couldn't avoid it in the narrow space of the carriage. She took out the Emei thorn in her sleeve and took the sword forcefully. Only then did she see the person clearly.

"Stop—cough cough," Xie Jinghuai said urgently.

Emei stabbed several times in Jiang Chenqi's hand, forcing the long sword back. The man who had been in a high position for a long time spoke harshly, "If I want to take action, your master has died dozens of times. If you don't want Marquis Mingying to die,

This, we can’t get rid of those people quickly!”

It’s no wonder that Lin Jiao took action rashly. The fact that the Beiya Imperial Guards were the emperor’s eagle dogs was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Nowadays, there are not many people who want the death of Marquis Mingying, and his emperor must be one of them.

Lin Shu looked at his master, and after receiving a positive reply with a nod, he flew out of the car and joined the shadow of swords and swords.

"The news of your arrival in Beijing reached the capital just an hour ago, and some people couldn't wait to take action." Jiang Chenqi broke off the black gold arrow feathers with one hand, and there was a hint of innocent cruelty in her expression, "It seems that the people who want you dead are not as good as those who want you to die."

There are few people who want me dead——"

After saying this, she leaned forward and walked out of the carriage as if she had made some determination.

"Commander Jiang!" Xie Jinghuai frowned, "If it's for me, there's no need to..."

There was no need for Jiang Chenqi to hear clearly, but it was not just for him. The emperor sent the secret guard battalion to take action because he did not want the person in front of him to return to the capital. As for her, whether she returned alive and ended up with a reputation of dereliction of duty, or she simply returned together

If you don't go, I'm afraid you'll fall into the scheme of the person in the Mingtang Hall.

"I'll ask someone to drive, just go forward. I will be there within three steps."

As soon as he finished speaking, the person disappeared. Xie Jinghuai, who wanted to stop him, couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes. A person fell from the driving seat of the carriage. He only heard the sound of whips and the wheels of the carriage began to roll rapidly, completely ignoring the swaying inside the carriage.

people and things.

The red gold horse galloped closely behind the carriage, and immediately Jiang Chenqi had already fought one person for more than ten moves. The people in the secret guard camp had always established a rule: if there is no blood, there will be no return, and every move will be a fatal blow.

Jiang Chenqi jumped up from the horse, her body light and graceful as she kept skimming over the dense branches. The man behind her was chasing after her very closely. She rolled up many branches and leaves with her flying sleeves and swept them towards the man like a sharp weapon. Then she fell into the air, just in time to stabilize herself.

Landing firmly on the red gold saddle.

Before ten steps, the sound of a long sword slashing the wind was heard behind her. Jiang Chenqi held the reins tightly with one hand and leaned on the horse's back, barely dodging the sword. But soon, the man knew who was in the carriage ahead.

Talent was his target. The sword energy swept across the roof of the car. Just as the horse passed through the car body, Emei Thorn flew from the side and knocked the long sword a few points, and most of the dense branches on the side were cut off.

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The thick branch fell suddenly, and the man had no choice but to dodge first. At this critical moment, half of the short black gold arrow passed through his throat and sealed it with one arrow.
Chapter completed!