Six Hundred and Ninety-Two: The Lord Who Protects His Children (2)

Jiang Pengji was about to squeeze in, but Feng Zhen had already gone ahead and laboriously used his small body to make a path.

"My lord is different from others. How can a person of a thousand gold and a commoner squeeze and bump into each other?"

Although Feng Zhen was a bit of a mouthful, he also took Yang Si's words to heart.

"What a body of a thousand gold, it's just a body made of flesh and bones. Your lord is not made of glass, it's not that easy to break." Jiang Pengji knew his good intentions, but it was really unnecessary. She was willing to reveal her identity and gender, not to get special treatment. "You and Jingrong should also talk about it. There is no need to be so cautious. It's strange to be uncomfortable... Everything can be as usual."

Feng Zhen lowered his eyes and agreed, still using his body to help her block other people, and then he had extra energy to pay attention to the parade ground.

There were two familiar faces on the parade ground, one was Li Yun, and the other was Dian Yin.

Jiang Pengji frowned. Why was Dian Yin here? Was this matter related to Dian Yin?

Feng Zhen said, "My Lord, you may not believe it, but they poached first."

Jiang Pengji: "..."

Feng Zhen explained the whole story.

Dian Yin is a good student who loves to learn. Since joining Jiang Pengji's loving team, he has deeply felt the gap between himself and others. From martial arts to knowledge, he seems to be a bit biased. While he is learning humbly and reading, he has not fallen behind in martial arts.

According to his usual habits, he should practice martial arts for an hour.

However, before the training ground was cleaned up, he found a secluded place to practice martial arts, but he didn't expect to be seen by outsiders.

The man was a subordinate of Yang Jian. He loved talents as his life. He thought Dian Yin was tall and brave. Seeing that he was wearing patched shabby linen clothes, he thought he was a useless soldier, so he naturally wanted to win over talents.

Yang Jian's troops are good at water battles, and land battles are not bad, but it is a shortcoming after all.

If Dian Yin joins, it will be even more powerful.

He had just stated his intentions when Li Yun, the honest boy, came.

When the man saw Li Yun's face, he seemed to be greatly stimulated and started fighting without saying a word.

Are there cat cakes?

Li Yun knew the importance of the matter.

This was where the allied forces were stationed. If he killed anyone at random, he might cause trouble for his lord.

The little Hanmei angel had excellent marksmanship, and even Jiang Pengji looked him in the eye.

Even if he only defended and did not attack, he could still suppress his opponent steadily.

The two had different mentalities. Li Yun was as calm as water, without any waves, while his opponent became more anxious and irritable, with many flaws.

Li Yun found an opportunity, knocked down the opponent's weapon in one fell swoop, pierced the man's armpit with a long spear, and tied him behind his back.

At this time, the man's personal guards also brought in reinforcements, and the leader was Yang Jian, the captain of Dongmen County.

When he saw Li Yun's face, even though Yang Jian was middle-aged, he was panicked for a moment.

He asked, "What is your relationship with Xie Qian?"

Master's old enemy?

Li Yun sneered in his heart, looked down at his opponent who was unwilling to move, and pressed down the center of gravity of the spear in his hand to steadily control his opponent.

"Xie Qian is my master."

Yang Jian is a middle-aged man over 40 years old, with a strong and sturdy figure, a regular face, clear and bright eyes, as if there is golden light flowing, and he is a righteous man at first glance. He is tall, and his legs are half the size of ordinary people.

After listening to Li Yun's words, he asked back, "Are they not biological father and son?"

Li Yun pursed his lips and stared at Yang Jian.

He has heard similar words from the master's father, Liu She, who also said that he should be Xie Qian's biological son.

"Yun is so similar to my master?" Li Yun was curious.

Yang Jian said, "You and him when they were young are almost cut from the same mold, very similar."

To say they are exactly the same is not entirely true.

Xie Qian's appearance is rather tough, even if he is wearing a scholar's robe, he exudes a warrior's aura.

Li Yun's appearance is more like a softened version of Xie Qian, handsome and unparalleled, soft and masculine, more in line with the aesthetics of ordinary people.

"Are you familiar with my master?"

Li Yun still did not dare to let go of the man under his hand. This guy was still struggling to death, and his eyes looking at Li Yun were full of malice.

Li Yun had never met this man, let alone made an enemy, so he knew who this resentment was directed at.

"We were friends before... We made friends through martial arts, and we didn't know each other until we fought."

Yang Jian smiled heartily, not caring about Li Yun's impoliteness at all.

We were friends before?

In other words, now we are enemies, not friends?

No wonder, when Yang Jian's men saw him, they drew their weapons and started fighting without saying a word.

If Li Yun had not been a skilled martial artist, he might have been seriously injured in the first encounter.

Yang Jian asked, "How are your parents? You are young, but they let you go out to make a living?"

There was no malice in them, which made Li Yun puzzled.

Did Yang Jian think that his parents were his master and his wife?

Li Yun replied, "My master has traveled to Zhongzhao, saying that he was going to do important things. My wife died of dystocia in her early years and is no longer with us."

Yang Jian looked panicked when he heard this.

Such a tough guy actually revealed a melancholy look like a teenager.

"He's already passed away?" Yang Jian sighed, his expression returning to normal, "By the way, I haven't asked you your name yet, what's your name?"

"My surname is Li, my given name is Yun, and my courtesy name is Hanmei."

Yang Jian had no ill intentions, and Li Yun also gave him face and didn't embarrass him.

"Li Yun?" Yang Jian was very surprised, the surname was wrong.

Xie Qian's son didn't even have the surname Xie.

He looked at the subordinate who was subdued by Li Yun again, feeling quite ashamed.

He admired the goddess, but he couldn't compete with Xie Qian, but he couldn't beat her son at such an old age, how shameful.

"This man, is he your subordinate?"

Li Yun pursed his lips, motioning Yang Jian to look at the man he subdued.

Yang Jian's old face turned red, and with that beautiful beard, if the audience in the live broadcast room saw it, they might think he was cosplaying Guan Erye.

"My subordinate is very offended, I am here to apologize to you on his behalf."

After saying that, Yang Jian actually bowed his head and saluted, with a very sincere attitude.

Li Yun didn't care about the silver gun in his hand, and quickly let go, and stepped forward to help the man up.

The man jumped up immediately without being restrained, and wanted to attack from behind, but he forgot that there was a Dian Yin watching him.

Dian Yin raised his leg and kicked him, hitting the man's butt, making him rush forward like a dog eating food.

"Bah! How can you be considered a hero if you hurt someone from behind?"

Dian Yin had a loud voice and didn't cover it up at all. Hearing Yang Jian and his group blushing, he felt even more guilty.

Li Yun looked unhappy and asked Yang Jian, "Do you know why this man repeatedly attacked Yun?"

Yang Jian's face turned red again, ashamed.

He was a little embarrassed and a little ashamed, and explained in a low voice, "He admired your mother's talent and fell in love with her at first sight, but your mother and your father had been married for several months and she was pregnant. He rashly expressed his love, which naturally didn't work. As a result, his courtship failed, and he was beaten by your father... He was beaten up and his self-esteem was hurt. Many years have passed, and he still can't let it go."

The broken little heart can't be glued back.

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