1393 The top of the mountain, demolished the Ninth Emperor

Feng Qingchen and Xuan Shaoqi agreed to meet at the stable. When Feng Qingchen arrived, Xuan Shaoqi was already waiting for her there.

"Let's go." Xuan Shaoqi led the horse out, climbed on it, and extended his hand to Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment, then held Xuan Shaoqi's hand. Xuan Shaoqi exerted a little force, and Feng Qingchen flew up. The hem of her clothes swayed in the air, and she sat in front of Xuan Shaoqi.

"Let's go." Xuan Shaoqi was very gentlemanly and kept a fist's distance from Feng Qingchen. However, when leaving, Xuan Shaoqi deliberately leaned over to create the visual effect of the two of them hugging each other. Before riding his horse, he turned his head to glance at a corner on the left, and a cold light appeared in his eyes.

The secret guard's body froze, as if he was under a spell, and he couldn't move. Only when Xuan Shaoqi walked away did the secret guard recover and look at each other in bewilderment: Should we tell the prince?

If you say it, you will be punished. If you don’t say it, you will definitely be punished again. How miserable can this be?

The place where the private army trained was far away from the imperial city. Even though Xuan Shaoqi was a good rider, it took him four hours to get there, and by then it was already dawn.

"It's in that mountain. We have to abandon our horses and go in." Feng Qingchen said, pointing to a high mountain.

In order to prevent being discovered, private soldiers are usually trained in valleys surrounded by mountains, such as the secret valley of the Ninth Prince.

Of course, Feng Qingchen's valley is far inferior to that of the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle's valley is much closer to the imperial city, and it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with excellent scenery.

"It's a good place surrounded by mountains, but if you stay in such a place for too long, people will easily become gloomy." No matter how big the valley is, it is limited. There are mountains everywhere as far as the eye can see. It will make you feel bored if you look at it for too long.

"There is no other way. The private soldiers must be hidden well. If the emperor finds out, it will be a capital crime." Fortune and wealth can only be achieved through risk. Feng Qingchen still admires Master Zhai very much.

Apart from the Ninth Prince, he is the only one who dares to train private soldiers under the Emperor's nose.

"This is indeed a good place to hide." If Feng Qingchen hadn't said it, he would never have believed that there were tens of thousands of private soldiers hiding under the valley.

"Do you know the way?" Xuan Shaoqi looked around and found that... he couldn't find the way.

Feng Qingchen spread his hands: "I don't know. In fact, this is my first time here. The leader of the private soldiers went to Feng Mansion to ask for money before, but I didn't see him."

"Then let's look for it ourselves. There must be a road here, otherwise what would they eat here." Xuan Shaoqi let the horse go, patted it, let it run freely, and then pulled Feng Qingchen around at the foot of the mountain.

Feng Qingchen only injured his hand, but his foot was fine. The two walked around for half a day but still couldn't find the way. Xuan Shaoqi was not discouraged, but was very happy: "This is a good place, and your men are also amazing. They made it impossible for outsiders to find the way."

He has his own armed forces, and his strength is not bad. Xuan Shaoqi is really happy for Feng Qingchen. Xuanxiao Palace has only tens of thousands of disciples, but Feng Qingchen has tens of thousands of private armies. No matter where he is, he is a force that cannot be underestimated.

"It's really amazing. Even the master can't get in." This group of private soldiers still don't obey her, otherwise they wouldn't even tell her how to get in. Apart from asking for money, they have never looked for her before.

But it doesn’t matter. In the army, strength speaks. As long as we can successfully enter the valley, these people will have to obey us no matter how reluctant they are.

"What do you think?" Xuan Shaoqi knew that this was a secret contest between Feng Qingchen and the private army. She would never take the initiative to send out a signal to let the private army come out to pick her up.

"Go to the top of the mountain." When there was no other way, she could use the stupidest method.

"Top of the mountain?" Xuan Shaoqi guessed Feng Qingchen's intention. Although he had many doubts, he saw Feng Qingchen's confidence.

So he didn't say much.

He has always known that Feng Qingchen is a calculating person and she will not do anything without certainty.

This mountain is completely undeveloped and the way up is not easy to walk on. If it weren't for Xuan Shaoqi protecting her all the way, Feng Qingchen would have fallen off the mountain long ago.

No matter how good her physical fitness is, compared with this group of martial arts masters, she is nothing.

No one has walked on the road up the mountain. There are thorns and bushes everywhere. The higher you go, the less sunlight there is. Layers of moss grow on the ground, making it slippery when you step on it.

"Ah..." Feng Qingchen's feet slipped and her body softened and she slid down. Fortunately, Xuan Shaoqi had been paying attention to her and quickly jumped down and hugged Feng Qingchen: "Be careful."

Xuan Shaoqi's lower body was very stable, but the mountain road was rugged. If he hadn't had an idea and jumped up lightly and held on to the towering tree trunk, he would have fallen. However, Feng Qingchen was scratched by thorns and his cheek was covered with blood.

Feng Qingchen's mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly: "I am really spoiled. I can't even walk such a short distance."

"This is not a place for women to come." Seeing that Feng Qingchen's left cheek was broken and bleeding and became red and swollen, Xuan Shaoqi said in a reproachful manner.

"Those are my soldiers. How could I not come? They haven't seen me yet." Feng Qingchen signaled Xuan Shaoqi to raise the sword in his hand. Using the flat surface of the sword, Feng Qingchen checked the wound.

The wound is not deep and will not leave scars if treated well.

"Fortunately, it won't be disfigured." Even if it is disfigured, it doesn't matter. The Valley Master has plenty of scar-removing medicine.

Feng Qingchen couldn't understand why the Valley Master would be so devoted to researching scar removal medicine. Why would a group of big men care about this?

"You actually used my sword as a mirror." Xuan Shaoqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qingchen became even gentler.

Finally, there is a little daughter attitude.

"Let's make the best use of it. Let's go down." Xuan Shaoqi could endure hanging on the tree, but she didn't like it either.

"Okay." Xuan Shaoqi smiled dotingly, holding Feng Qingchen, spun around and landed steadily on the ground: "Do you have any medicine with you? I'll apply it to you."

"I brought a bottle of medicine for wounds. There's no way to clean or bandage it. Just sprinkle some on the wound to prevent it from getting inflamed." Feng Qingchen handed a small bottle to Xuan Shaoqi.

Xuan Shaoqi said dissatisfiedly: "No, it will easily leave scars. Let's go down the mountain to clean the wound first, and then go back up the mountain."

If the injury is on the face, you should always pay more attention to it.

Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen didn't care at all: "We've already walked halfway up the mountain. It's a waste of time to go back and forth. This little injury is not a big deal."

The weather is not hot now, so you definitely won’t get an inflammation in a day or two.

"The wound is on the face. What if it leaves a scar?" Xuan Shaoqi insisted. He remembered that Concubine Xuan had caused unrest in the entire Xuanxiao Palace because of the wound on her face.

Face is very important to women.

"I don't rely on my looks to make a living." Feng Qingchen said as a matter of course. Xuan Shaoqi thought about it and didn't insist.

If... if Qingchen's face was really ruined, it would be a blessing for Qingchen that the Ninth Prince still cared about her.

Of course, if the Ninth Prince dared to despise Qingchen, he would definitely tear down the Ninth Prince's Mansion and then the Ninth Prince.

The powder touched the wound, just like being bitten by ants. Feng Qingchen grimaced in pain. Xuan Shaoqi was in a good mood. Qingchen was so cute, he really wanted to...

I really want to take her back to Xuanxiao Palace, protect her well, and not let anyone hurt her.

Unfortunately, this is just a dream. Qingchen will not go with him. Even if he builds a golden house for Qingchen, it cannot hide...