Luan and Phoenix Tribulation: A Concubine Becomes a Phoenix

Chapter 342

The people in the teahouse saw that Su Zhengqin and the other three paid the bill but did not leave, so they did not leave either.Later, on the entire second floor of the teahouse, except for the two parties, there were no tea customers left. Even the storyteller on the stage said he was tired and went down to rest.

In the afternoon, he began to feel sleepy.But at this moment, Feng Shijin was so focused that he didn't want to take a nap.

Su Zhengqin tapped on the edge of the table with his fingers, sometimes slowly and sometimes tightly, probably also anxiously waiting for the carriage.There were beads of sweat on Feng Shijin's forehead, and before he could wipe it off, he looked up at Jun Qianji.Jun Qianji was picking up a cup of tea, her slender fingers tightened slightly.

Just at this time, those people saw that the irrelevant people had left, and now the timing was right, they gave each other a look and stood up abruptly.Feng Shijin's eyes blurred, and he couldn't see where the long knives they drew out, and he didn't need to hide anything, he showed a fierce face, full of murderous aura, and rushed straight towards the three people by the window.

They cleverly blocked the way down the stairs, making it impossible for Jun Qianji and Feng Shijin to escape.If Su Zhengqin knows kung fu, it is easy for him to jump out of the window alone, but Jun Qianji and Feng Shijin can't do it. The two of them don't know light kung fu. of.

At this time, Feng Shijin didn't have the slightest confidence in Su Zhengqin, worried that he might leave himself and Jun Qianji and run away alone.These killers were attracted by him, and they were obviously aimed at Jun Qianji and Feng Shijin, so it was easy to guess that they were the prince.

The prince must have concluded that they are biased towards the second prince, and according to his character, future troubles will definitely be eliminated forever.

At that moment, the killer approached instantly, Feng Shijin didn't know how to react at all.Su Zhengqin quickly lifted his foot to the leg of the table, grabbed his hand, and immediately overturned the table in front of him, throwing leftovers at the killers one after another. With a wave of Su Zhengqin's arm, he even took the entire table Throw it at them.

The table knocked down a few people, and others rushed up bravely.Su Zhengqin stood in front of Jun Qianji and Feng Shijin, his hands and feet were like lightning, and while repelling the two killers, he snatched a knife from their hands backhand, and the knife slashed on the person, and there was a piercing sizzle The sound, and the strong smell of blood.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while, and those tables and chairs turned into pieces of waste wood.The servants in the teahouse didn't expect such a change, they were all afraid of harming themselves, so they rolled down the stairs with their heads in their arms.

These killers have very good martial arts, Feng Shijin clearly saw that Su Zhengqin was no match for four hands with two fists, and such a stalemate would soon reveal his defeat.At this time, Jun Qianji also stepped forward, trying to repel the enemy with his own strength.He has a very flexible figure, without any weapons in his hands, and only with his palms, he knocked down one or two when the enemy was unaware.The two stood in front of Feng Shijin, forming a barrier, protecting her firmly in the corner.

Feng Shijin's heart seemed to be held by a hand, and her eyes followed Jun Qianji closely, that hand was loose and tight at times, she was totally at a loss as to what to do.Seeing that Jun Qianji was about to lose, Feng Shijin tremblingly took out the dagger he was carrying with him from his bosom, looked at the short dagger, and knew that this dagger would not be useful in such a situation. If it can be stretched out, the arm will be cut off by the opponent's long knife!

At this time, an assassin took advantage of Jun Qianji's entanglement with other assassins, walked around to his side, raised his knife high, and was about to slash down fiercely.

"Thousands!"

Feng Shijin's heart was beating wildly, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what he had done, as if he picked something from the ground at random, and rushed up without thinking about his own safety.The moment before the long knife landed on Jun Qianji's back, with a puff, warm blood splashed across Feng Shijin's face.

She stared wide-eyed, watching Jun Qianji turn around.

Feng Shijin was holding a long knife tightly in his hand, and he just slashed on the shoulder and neck of the killer, and the blood on his shoulder and neck was sprayed.

Jun Qianji kicked the killer away, and instead hugged Feng Shijin into his arms.

Just as the sound of horseshoes came from below, Su Zhengqin breathed a sigh of relief. While retreating from the enemy, he said to Jun Qianji, "Take her and jump out of the window! Quick!"

Speaking of Su Zhengqin, he helped Jun Qianji back up, and Jun Qianji had a chance to catch his breath and jumped onto the window as soon as he picked up Feng Shijin.Feng Shijin's vision was blurred by the red sticky liquid, and he was still in shock, but he also vaguely saw a familiar boy running from the end of the street in a carriage.Just not under the windows yet.

There was still about a foot away, Jun Qianji rested his chin on Feng Shijin's forehead, and said softly to her: "If you are afraid, close your eyes."

The next moment, he hugged Feng Shijin and jumped down.The fluttering corners of the clothes were full of sunlight, with little scarlet blood.Feng Shijin didn't close his eyes, but opened them wide, feeling the free fall of his body, watching the carriage getting closer and closer, his heart rose in his throat.

It has to be said that Jun Qianji estimated the time of the fall and the distance of the carriage just right.When the two of them fell together, before they touched the ground, the roof of the carriage was close in front of them, and then the two of them directly landed on it.

The roof of the car was sealed with silk cloth, which was quite elastic. After the two fell down, they bounced up again. Feng Shijin felt a dull pain in his body, but there was nothing serious about his good hands and feet.

Without saying a word, she quickly pulled out the dagger and cut through the silk cloth on the roof of the carriage, and fell into the carriage together with Jun Qianji.The boy driving the carriage never expected such a sudden situation, so he ran away in fright.

Feng Shijin hadn't had time to catch his breath, and then he felt the carriage pressed down heavily, and someone jumped off from it.As Su Zhengqin raised the reins and shouted "drive", the carriage started to gallop down the street.

Feng Shijin lifted the curtain to see that it was indeed Su Zhengqin sitting in front of the carriage and driving.Jun Qianji looked back through the car window again, and saw those killers coming out of the teahouse, chasing them all the way.Jun Qianji said: "They are chasing you."

Only then did Feng Shijin regain his composure, grabbed Jun Qianji back and forth to check carefully, and said, "Qianji, how are you? Are you injured..."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Feng Shijin saw a lot of blood on his hand, and his eye circles turned red immediately, and he said incoherently: "What is this? Why is there so much blood, and he said it's okay..."

"It's just a small hole, it's okay."

Su Zhengqin's voice came from outside, saying: "Hey, you only have your master in your eyes. Compared with him, I should be more seriously injured."

Feng Shijin raised the curtain and looked out, and saw that Su Zhengqin was driving the carriage very calmly, but there was a deep wound on his shoulder, and blood was gushing out to wet his clothes.He was covered in blood all over his body, and he indeed looked more embarrassed than Jun Qianji.

Feng Shijin thought that he needed to stop the bleeding immediately, and he couldn't care less about being prejudiced against him now, anyway, if he died right now, it would be of no benefit to her or Jun Qianji.

Feng Shijin didn't say a word, cut his thin skirt with a dagger, pulled off a piece of fabric, put his hands through Su Zhengqin's armpits, wrapped his shoulders, and reminded: "You should drive with your right hand. , if you don’t want to lose too much blood.”

(End of this chapter)