1175 favors, no need to do it yourself

The death of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen became more and more serious as time went by. Now, in the mind of Emperor Dongling, this matter had become a conspiracy of the descendants of the previous dynasty.

Since it is a conspiracy, it must be investigated thoroughly. The emperor has devoted most of his energy to investigating the affairs of the previous dynasty. He even suspects that Li Xiang, the man who could make the thunderous bomb, is most likely from the previous dynasty.

The emperor focused his attention on the personnel affairs of the previous dynasty, while the people of the Three Kingdoms and Nine Cities were keeping their eyes on Dongling. In this way, no one cared about the life or death of the Ninth Uncle.

As the protagonists of the incident, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen, who everyone believed were doomed to die, were leisurely fishing on the river. Feng Qingchen had never had an affinity with animals, and even fish wouldn't get close to her, so she chatted with the Ninth Prince in a casual manner.

"I didn't expect the matter to become so serious. I really don't know how the emperor will end it." Feng Qingchen said that she really sympathized with the emperor.

This time, the emperor was really framed by the Ninth Prince. He clearly did nothing, but he couldn't explain himself.

"It is enough to destroy a batch of thunder bombs. The three kingdoms of Nanling do not dare to send troops to Dongling." The Ninth Prince swung the fishing rod.

Very good, another fish was caught.

"I'm afraid not. Now it's not just the civil unrest in Dongling, the four countries and nine cities are all in chaos. If you don't show up, there might be a fight." The Ninth Prince does not have enough troops and the current situation is not favorable. If they really want to fight, it may not be a complete fight. Maybe the countries will just fight for a while and then withdraw their troops.

"There's no chance of a fight." The Ninth Prince said firmly, and then asked, "How are the people from Beiling?"

"They've arrived. They should take action in the next two days." Feng Qingchen had no luck with fish, so she simply threw away her fishing rod and sat next to the Ninth Prince to deal with the fish that his uncle had caught.

The fish in this river are plump and delicious, perfect for making fish sashimi.

Fish sashimi, which is called sashimi in modern times, is said to be a Japanese specialty food, but it was actually passed down from China. We Chinese are the ancestors who used to eat it, and those island countries just learned it from us.

The Ninth Prince didn't like having servants to serve him, so Feng Qingchen did it himself. Since they had everything with them anyway.

Debone the fish and cut it into transparent slices.

Although a surgeon may not necessarily have excellent knife skills, he still has the ability to cut fish fillets. Feng Qingchen cut the fish fillets so thin that each one was transparent.

Dipped in a sauce made from eight ingredients: garlic, ginger, orange, white plum, cooked millet, rice, salt and sauce, it tastes so good that it could make you bite your tongue off.

"Delicious." Feng Qingchen is not a foodie, but he also loves food.

Feng Qingchen ate several pieces in a row and didn't stop. The Ninth Prince snorted in dissatisfaction: "This king also knows that it tastes good."

He didn't even eat a single piece of the fish he caught. Feng Qingchen was really...

"Hehe, I'm here to test the poison for the prince first." Feng Qingchen smiled very servilely, dipped a piece quickly, and handed it to the Ninth Uncle's mouth personally.

The Ninth Prince's anger turned into joy, he opened his mouth and took a bite, and by the way... licked Feng Qingchen's finger: "It's really delicious."

The tingling sensation on her fingertips gave Feng Qingchen an electric shock. Her ears turned red, and she glared at the Ninth Prince coquettishly, "Not serious."

She turned around, picked up a piece of fish fillet and stuffed it into her mouth. When it touched her fingertips, she remembered that the tip of the Ninth Prince's tongue had just touched her fingertips.

The spot on his fingertip instantly became hot. The Ninth Prince saw it and was delighted. He said, "The fish fillet is not poisonous. Can I continue to eat it?"

It was clear that Feng Qingchen was asked to feed him.

Feng Qingchen was not a pretentious person, so a few blushes were enough for her. She picked up the plate of fish fillets and sat next to the Ninth Prince. They fed each other one piece at a time, and they both enjoyed the meal very much.

It’s not that they never get tired of eating it, but the atmosphere is so relaxed that the two of them can’t help but indulge in it.

The two of them lived a leisurely life like gods, but people outside were busy for them. The Feng Mansion, the Yun Family, and the Wang Family were all busy day and night trying to find Feng Qingchen.

In order to make things look more realistic, these two heartless guys did not inform anyone about this plan. Not to mention the Feng Mansion, even the people in the Ninth Prince's Mansion didn't know whether the Ninth Prince was really in trouble.

People in the Ninth Prince's Mansion and the Phoenix Mansion were all uneasy. Yun Xiao and Wang Jinling appeared calm on the surface, but they were secretly busy looking for someone.

Sun Sixing hadn't slept for several days and had slept for a long time. The smile on Wang Jinling's face became more and more serene and ethereal. People close to him knew that the eldest master had been absent-minded more and more recently.

This situation is indeed very real, and it only makes life difficult for those who are unaware of it.

At sunset, the Ninth Prince put away his fishing rod, picked up the bucket, and walked slowly back home with Feng Qingchen. From a distance, they really looked like a fisherman and a village woman.

After a few days of chaos outside, the two of them lived a fairy-like life for a few days. They really didn't care about the world and just wanted to have peace and quiet with each other at this moment.

That night, the weather suddenly changed, and the originally cool night suddenly became hot and humid.

"The weather is going to change." The Ninth Prince pulled Feng Qingchen and quickened their pace. Not long after they entered the house, it began to rain heavily outside.

There was a sudden violent storm, thunder and lightning, the branches of the trees were whistling and shaking, and it was a scene of chaos and disorder, which looked even more terrifying in the small valley.

The candlelight in the house had long been blown out by the strong wind. Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince stood at the window, hugging each other. Occasionally, lightning flashed by, and in the light, one could vaguely see that the two had solemn faces, completely lacking the leisurely nature of the daytime.

"It's a nice day tonight." Feng Qingchen murmured, his eyes far away...

With strong winds and heavy rain, the weather can't really be called good, but for those who want to take action, this is definitely good weather. The people from Beiling have been lurking for so long, and today is the perfect day to take action.

"Yes, the rain has stopped and the sky is clear. It's time for us to leave." Beiling had robbed the food and supplies, so it was time for them to go to the miasma forest.

This period of free time is just stolen.

Yes, it was not the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen who robbed the food supplies, but the people from Beiling.

Even if Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince captured the food for the 300,000-strong army, they would not be able to transport it away for the time being and would have to waste the food.

Instead of burning the grain, it is better to take advantage of it and reveal the news to Beiling and do Beiling a favor.

Beiling is short of food and winter is approaching. If the people of Beiling can get this batch of food, they will have a better life this winter. This news is undoubtedly good life-saving news for Beiling.

The Ninth Prince asked his men to reveal this news to Beiling. Beiling would definitely regard those people as his good friends, and it would be much easier for them to act in Beiling in the future.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen's calculations were exactly right. The moment the rainstorm came, the people of Beiling took action.

The people of Beiling had long been familiar with the grain transportation route of Xiling. They had been waiting, and finally they had waited for this good opportunity.

It was a rainy night, as dark as ink. The sound of the rain covered up the sound of footsteps. By the time the people escorting the grain and grass in Xiling found out, the people from Beiling had already rushed in front of them: "Kill!"

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