1291 Shackles, Black Clothes and Silver Face...

Feng Qingchen and his party encountered bandits on the way. At the critical moment, Feng Qingchen made a prompt decision and asked the eighteen riders of the Si family to protect Mr. Wen Yuan and his party as they left, while she and the secret guards covered their retreat.

All the secret guards died tragically and Feng Qingchen's whereabouts are unknown!

"Bandit? He must be extremely powerful to have been able to kill my secret guards. He actually hid in the wilderness." The Ninth Prince leaned back slightly, hiding his entire face in the dark.

The person reporting was kneeling below, beads of sweat dripping down, but he did not dare to move. The Ninth Prince also leaned quietly in his chair, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, the Ninth Prince waved his hand and asked everyone to leave...

Feng Qingchen's whereabouts were unknown. She was most likely in the hands of the so-called bandits. As for who those bandits were, the Ninth Prince was not sure.

Closing his eyes slightly, the Ninth Prince hid the worry in his eyes...

Xiaopan Mountain is a very ordinary low mountain in Nanling. There are no big trees and no ferocious beasts in the mountain. Villagers nearby run to the mountain from time to time to pick some wild vegetables or dig two traps to catch pheasants. But such an ordinary mountain actually has a lot of secrets.

Feng Qingchen didn't know how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, she found herself lying flat on a water bed with her hands and feet chained. She could move but not sit up.

Feng Qingchen pulled at the shackles, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, he lowered his head to look at his body, and found that he was still wearing the same clothes, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn't violated.

After a moment of panic, Feng Qingchen began to look at his situation.

The room was large and empty. Apart from the water bed she was lying on, there was only a large mahogany table and two large windows on each side, which were tightly closed. The front door was larger than that of an ordinary room and looked like a palace, but it did not have the grandeur and majesty of a palace.

What is this place?

Bandit's stronghold? Feng Qingchen shook his head decisively.

Those highwaymen are definitely not bandits. If they were so powerful, they would not hide in this remote mountain village. With their abilities, they can't get a meal anywhere. If they rob people here, they will only starve to death.

“Squeak…”

Just when Feng Qingchen was wondering who had tied her up, the door was suddenly pushed open. Feng Qingchen quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

The man pushed the door open and walked towards the bed with steady footsteps. Feng Qingchen was sure that the other person was a man of medium build and should have been trained. The man stood by the bed without moving.

"Open your eyes."

The voice was cold and a little hoarse, as if it was deliberately suppressed. The man kept staring at her, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Feng Qingchen felt cold all over, as if she was entangled by a poisonous snake.

Feng Qingchen knew that the other party was not a good person, so she stopped pretending and opened her eyes cooperatively. What she saw was a man in black clothes and a silver face.

The man was tall and straight, cold and stern, with a silver mask flashing a faint cold light.

Is this Lan Jiuqing?

Feng Qingchen's pupils suddenly dilated, and then he blinked as if nothing had happened, shook the chain on his hand, and said with a smile: "I feel relieved to see you coming. I'm saved now. Quick, help me unlock these shackles, let's go quickly, we can't stay here for long."

Feng Qingchen looked relaxed, as if she had met a savior, but only she knew that she was nervous to death.

"Hehe..." The man did not move, standing by the bed and looking at Feng Qingchen coldly.

Feng Qingchen pretended not to see it, and said in confusion: "Jiuqing, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and help me untie it. Aren't you here to save me?

Do you want an antidote?"

"Antidote?" the man asked coldly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"Yes, if you calculate the time, your poison will take effect in these few days. Could it be that your poison has been cured? But that's not right. Is there anyone in this world with better medical skills than the Valley Master, Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji?" Feng Qingchen lied without blushing or beating his heart, and people had to believe him even if they didn't want to.

"No."

The man said coldly. Feng Qingchen could not see his expression because of the mask, but these answers were enough. Feng Qingchen nodded knowingly and said, "I told you, if the four of us can't cure the poison, who else in the world can. But don't worry, Jiuqing. You will be fine with me here. I have made a new discovery recently. Maybe the poison can be controlled for longer. You don't have to come to me every three months for the antidote."

This person is indeed not Lan Jiuqing. No matter how similar he looks, there are still flaws. Feng Qingchen doesn't know why the other party wants to pretend to be Lan Jiuqing, but she doesn't mind taking advantage of him a little.

"Okay, don't just stand there, quickly untie the chains on my hands and feet. These bandits are very skilled in martial arts. If you meet them head-on, you may not be able to defeat them."

"Really?" The man folded his arms and looked down at Feng Qingchen with an arrogant attitude, with no intention of taking action at all.

Feng Qingchen cursed in his heart, the other party pretended to be Lan Jiuqing, pretending to be not professional at all, but he did not dare to show it on his face. Thinking of the group of people pretending to be bandits, their goal was to kill Mr. Wenyuan, Feng Qingchen said boldly: "Jiuqing, quickly untie my chain. Mr. Wenyuan and I have an appointment. If something unexpected happens, we will meet at the agreed place within three days. If it's too late, they will leave."

Feng Qingchen's guess was correct. The last sentence made the visitor relax. The man looked at Feng Qingchen inconspicuously, and after making sure that Feng Qingchen was not lying, he finally sat down beside the bed, took out a small dagger, and started cutting the iron chain.

The knife slashed across Feng Qingchen's wrist, and soon blood appeared. Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly moved away, but was held down by the man: "Don't move."

The man warned coldly and roughly, and Feng Qingchen's wrist soon turned red.

"Okay." Feng Qingchen responded. Although he seemed calm, his stomach was actually in a knot of nervousness.

She knew where this place was and who the other party was!

The moment the person approached, Feng Qingchen smelled the rotten earth on him. Feng Qingchen had smelled this smell before. That time, she was abandoned outside the city by Zhai Dongming, and then...

She was captured and taken to the underground palace, and the owner of the underground palace was Nanling Jinfan. Nanling Jinfan almost killed her at that time, and now, she smelled the scent of Nanling Jinfan on this person.

If nothing unexpected happens, this person is Nanling Jinfan.

She actually fell into Nanling Jinfan's hands. Feng Qingchen's heart almost stopped beating. She tried hard to restrain herself from trembling, and her eyes were fixed on the bed, for fear that Nanling Jinfan would notice that something was wrong with her.

Damn, what a crappy world this is! Feng Qingchen was about to cry. At this time, Nanling Jinfan should be in the Nanling Imperial Capital, being his prince and fighting for his crown prince position. How could he appear in such a remote mountain village?

The most important thing is, does he really think he is a dead man? There is an underground palace on the left and another underground palace on the right, which are built like a mausoleum. And there is this bed. It's really fucking deceptive. It's obvious that it is not a serious thing.

Feng Qingchen couldn't imagine, if she revealed a flaw and let Nanling Jinfan find out that she already knew that Lan Jiuqing was a fake, how would Nanling Jinfan deal with her?

You know, this man has never been a gentleman...