Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The east is white.

Thirty miles outside Jianping Prefecture, a light cavalry unit, under the cover of night, quietly galloped towards Guang'an Prefecture.

This team consisted of about 500 people, all of whom were elite soldiers under Prince Fu, and was led by Prince Fu's confidant, the guerrilla general Zhou Meng.

The purpose of their trip was to bypass the defense line of Jianping Prefecture and raid the granary of Guang'an Prefecture.

The mountain road was filled with morning mist before dawn.

Zhou Meng pulled the reins and raised his hand to signal the team to stop.

A dark shadow can be vaguely seen in the fog ahead, crossing the mountain road.

"General, there seems to be a roadblock." The deputy general whispered.

Zhou Meng narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his pupils shrank: "Not good! There's an ambush! Retreat--"

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of breaking air.

Dozens of sharp arrows shot out from the forests on both sides, instantly knocking down more than ten riders in the front row.

"Form a formation!" Zhou Meng shouted, drawing his sword to block an arrow shot at his face.

After the rain of arrows, the sound of killing rang out in the mountains and forests.

Dozens of men in black rushed out like ghosts, led by Shu Changyu.

Song Jiaojiao followed behind An Jiu. She was wearing tailor-made light armor, holding a short sword, and her face was serious.

"Jiaojiao, follow me closely." An Jiu whispered, and the two swords in his hands were already unsheathed.

In the melee, an enemy cavalry broke through the defense line and rushed straight towards Song Jiaojiao's position.

An Jiu was about to make a move, but he saw Song Jiaojiao flash and actually took the initiative to meet him.

"Jiaojiao!" An Jiu exclaimed.

In a flash, Song Jiaojiao ducked to avoid the incoming saber and stabbed the enemy rider's thigh accurately with her dagger.

The cavalryman fell off his horse in pain, and Song Jiaojiao took the opportunity to stab him in the throat with a sword.

With a "puff" sound, warm blood splattered on her face.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Song Jiaojiao looked at the enemy who was gradually losing his life in front of her. He was a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, and there was still fear and unwillingness in his eyes.

"I... killed someone..." she murmured, her hand holding the sword shaking slightly.

"Be careful!" An Jiu pulled her away and killed the enemy soldier who attacked him with a backhanded sword.

The battle ended quickly.

Zhou Meng fled in panic with the remaining troops. Shu Changyu ordered his men to continue chasing them and make sure to capture all of them.

An Jiu looked at Song Jiaojiao who was standing there in a daze with concern: "It's always like this for the first time, just take it easy."

Song Jiaojiao suddenly squatted down, wiped the blood off the dead man's face with her sleeve, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Shu Changyu came over and looked at her quietly: "On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die."

Song Jiaojiao raised her head, the confusion in her eyes gradually faded away: "I understand. It's just... life is too light."

Shu Changyu's face was hazy in the morning mist, and only his slightly cold voice could be heard: "Remember this feeling, but don't be bound by it."

On the way back to the city, Song Jiaojiao remained silent.

It was not until she saw the tall city walls that she suddenly spoke: "Brother Shu, I want to learn more powerful swordsmanship."

Shu Changyu said calmly: "Okay."

That night, Song Jiaojiao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

She got up quietly, walked to the window, and wiped the blood-stained dagger in the moonlight.

There were footsteps outside the door, and then the door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

An Jiu poked his head in: "I knew you weren't asleep."

Song Jiaojiao whispered, "Sister Jiu, how did you survive your first murder?"

An Jiu sat down beside her. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, creating a hazy light and shadow, coating her charming face with a layer of silver frost.

"I vomited the whole night." An Jiu looked dazed, as if lost in memories. "I was only twelve years old at that time, a little older than you are now."

"The person I killed was a child trafficker. He wanted to attack me, and I managed to grab the knife from his hand and stabbed him in the stomach."

Song Jiaojiao tightened her grip on the sword: "What happened next?"

"Later..." An Jiu took out the wine bag from his waist, took a sip, and handed it to Song Jiaojiao, "Drink a sip?"

Song Jiaojiao shook her head and stared at her without blinking.

An Jiu smiled and said, "Then I met the master, and he asked me if I was willing to learn how to kill from him."

"I said yes."

"Because I know that only by becoming stronger can I stop being controlled by others."

An Jiu's voice was slightly drunk: "Since then, killing people has become a common thing."

"Jiaojiao, you have to know that in this chaotic world, wherever the sword points, you either kill or be killed."

Song Jiaojiao recalled the scene of the cavalryman rushing towards her with a knife, and her eyes gradually became firm: "I understand."

"I have to become stronger so that I can protect my eldest brother, second brother, and sister."

A horn sounded outside, and An Jiu stood up: "Good girl. Now, go to sleep. There is training tomorrow."

Song Jiaojiao put the dagger back into its sheath and lay down obediently.

This time, she fell asleep quickly.

In the following days, Song Jiaojiao seemed like a different person.

He got up before dawn every day to practice swordplay, and each move was more fierce and decisive than before.

Shu Changyu saw this and ordered An Yi to personally teach her swordsmanship.

"Press your wrist a little lower." The young man wearing a metal mask stood in the middle of the training ground and tapped Song Jiaojiao's wrist with the bamboo stick in his hand. "When fighting the enemy, this sword should be stabbed into the throat."

Song Jiaojiao pursed her lips, adjusted her posture meticulously, and drew her sword again, this time with an extremely precise angle.

"Very good." An Yi showed a rare hint of approval, "Come again."

Song Jiaojiao's rapid progress surprised An Yi.

In just seven days, she had mastered a set of lethal sword techniques to perfection.

Every time he swung the sword, there was no longer any hesitation in those clear almond-shaped eyes.

"You are very talented." An Yi took off the sword from his waist and turned the hilt in a beautiful arc in his palm. "The sword is a weapon, and swordsmanship is the art of killing."

Song Jiaojiao sheathed the sword, her face full of seriousness: "I understand. When the sword is unsheathed, blood will be drawn."

That night, Shu Changyu called Song Jiaojiao to the study.

"The main force of Prince Fu will arrive tomorrow." He ran his slender fingers across the map, "I need you to go with An Jiu to carry out a mission."

Song Jiaojiao asked calmly, "What mission?"

"Intercept and kill Prince Fu's messenger." Shu Changyu raised his eyes to look at her, "Do you dare?"

Song Jiaojiao nodded without hesitation: "Dare!"

Shu Changyu's lips curled slightly: "Very good. Remember, leave no one alive."

At dusk the next day, a team of cavalry quietly left Jianping Prefecture and galloped westward.

Song Jiaojiao followed behind An Jiu, feeling the stinging pain of the night wind blowing across her cheeks.

This was her first time to carry out a real assassination mission. Her heart was beating fast, but not because of fear.

"The three miles ahead is the road the messenger must take." An Jiu reminded her, "You must act quickly and don't give the other party time to react."

Song Jiaojiao gripped the reins tightly and nodded heavily.

Under the moonlight, five messengers were galloping on their horses.

Suddenly, several dark shadows emerged from the woods on both sides.

Song Jiaojiao aimed at the last messenger, unsheathed her dagger, and a cold light flashed——

"puff!"

The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was particularly clear in the silent night.

Na Xin fell off the horse before he even had time to scream.

Song Jiaojiao didn't pause and turned to pounce on another enemy.

The blood blooms in the moonlight like a gorgeous red lotus.

When the last messenger fell, blood was still dripping from the tip of Song Jiaojiao's sword.

Once you cross that hurdle, killing seems to become easy.

After examining the corpse, An Jiu found a secret letter from the leading messenger's arms.

"Well done."

As she spoke, she put her hand on Song Jiaojiao's shoulder and found that the little girl's hand was as steady as a rock.

Song Jiaojiao wiped the dagger on the messenger's clothes and put it back into the sheath, without any fluctuation on her little face.

A hint of surprise flashed across An Jiu's eyes, and then he understood.

This kid has the blood of a general in his bones and was born to be on the battlefield.

That night, Song Jiaojiao slept soundly and had no dreams.

The next morning, she was awakened by the deafening sound of war drums.

The main force of Prince Fu finally arrived at the city.