Emperor Phoenix: The Divine Doctor Abandoned Concubine 1682 Pray, where can I hide now
For Lan Jingyang, is there any place in the imperial city safer than the West Branch Branch?
Of course!
A cunning rabbit has three burrows. How could Lan Jingyang have only one nest in the Ninth Prince's territory? However, Lan Jingyang is not in a hurry to leave, at least this group is not in a hurry.
"I estimate that the Ninth Prince's people will stay in the city for a while. Find a chance to send me out in the next few days." Lan Jingyang spoke to Ling Tian without any politeness. Although Ling Tian was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to tolerate him for the time being as Lan Jingyang had dragged him into this.
Although the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were both rational people, some things could not be rational just because they wanted to be rational. The two had originally planned to go to the West Branch Courtyard early in the morning, but they did not expect...
Feng Qingchen was very tired last night. Not only did he not get up early, but he got up half an hour later than usual. In addition, he had to change Feng Jin's medicine and check Feng Jin's condition. By the time Feng Qingchen went out, the sun was already high in the sky.
"It's all your fault." Before getting on the carriage, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but glare at the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle touched his nose and said nothing. He just helped Feng Qingchen onto the carriage and followed him.
After getting into the carriage and seeing no outsiders around, the Ninth Prince began to coax him, "Don't worry. If he's really in the West Branch Courtyard, he won't be able to get out."
"I hope so." Feng Qingchen did not hold on to his promise. He leaned against the carriage and thought about Yecheng.
I don't know if Doudou has joined Yuwen Yuanhua's army. I don't know when Yuwen Yuanhua will arrive in Yecheng. If I calculate the time, it will take at least two months. So...
Thinking of the weather at that time, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but frowned: "Ninth Uncle, winter is not suitable for fighting."
When Yuwen Yuanhua's army arrived at Yecheng, the Jiuzhou continent had entered winter. Winter has always been a time for rest and recuperation. The weather at that time is not suitable for going to war, and the soldiers will suffer heavy casualties on the battlefield.
"Then let's not fight." said the Ninth Prince.
"Not fighting? It costs hundreds of thousands of taels to deploy an army, and you don't want to fight?" Did she hear it wrong, or did the Ninth Prince say it wrong.
They were all right. The Ninth Prince had no intention of engaging in a head-on confrontation. "Many of the evil cult members in the martial arts world are hiding in Yecheng. Most of them are good at using vicious means. Even if they win a fight with Yecheng, it will be a miserable victory."
Every soldier in his hands is important. He cannot afford to waste them, and he is even more unwilling to destroy his years of hard work for a mere Night City.
"Are you trying to trap them to death?" There is a shortage of food in winter, and the economic lifeline of Yecheng is in the hands of her and Su Wenqing. When the time comes, they will control the flow of goods in Yecheng, and Yecheng's food reserves alone will not last more than a winter.
The Ninth Prince nodded: "I am richer than him, he can't afford it."
How can a small city fight against the power of a country?
"Won't Yecheng take the initiative to attack?" After a long time, Ye Ye could always understand. Even if he couldn't see it clearly, Nanling Jinfan could see it clearly.
"Then fight. I have the men and the food. How could I be afraid of him?" Ye Cheng would certainly fight, but how to fight was up to him.
Feng Qingchen saw that the Ninth Prince had something in mind, so he stopped asking questions. Besides, the West Branch Courtyard was almost there...
The carriage moved forward at a steady speed. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were very low-key. Apart from the coachman, they did not bring anyone else with them. Ling Tian naturally did not receive the news.
When Lu Qing hurried in and said that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were coming, Ling Tian was talking to Lan Jingyang in the backyard. Hearing the arrival of these two people, Lan Jingyang panicked and knocked over the cup in his hand.
Ling Tian lowered his head to hide the contempt in his eyes. Seeing this, Youyou hurried forward to clean up the mess and found an excuse to cover it up for Lan Jingyang without leaving a trace.
Lan Jingyang also came back to his senses at this time, and smiled gently at Youyou to express his gratitude, then stood up slowly: "Young Master Ling has a guest, I have to excuse myself first."
Lan Jingyang turned around, his steps were calm, but his steps were a little too big...
This time Ling Tian did not laugh at him, his mind was full of the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen he was about to face. He had experienced how difficult the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen were, and he did not think that the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen suddenly came to the other courtyard to see him.
Thinking of Lan Jingyang's guess yesterday, Ling Tian was worried that the Ninth Uncle might have discovered something. He felt uneasy and lost his usual composure. Lu Qing felt something was wrong and stepped harder, calling out, "Young Master."
Ling Tian was startled, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and made sure again and again that he was the same as usual before walking forward calmly.
"Uncle Ninth, a rare guest, a rare guest." Ling Tian smiled appropriately, bowed to Uncle Ninth, and looked at Feng Qingchen cordially: "Qingchen, how did you find time to come and see Junior Master? I heard that you are very busy recently?"
The Ninth Prince did not speak or stand up. Feng Qingchen stood up and replied, "How are you, Junior Master? I am sorry for your hospitality."
"I'm fine, you just go about your business and don't worry about me. I will treat this place as my own home." It's more convenient than being at home.
"That's good." Feng Qingchen smiled and got straight to the point: "Uncle Junior Master, I lived in the other courtyard for a while before and left some things here. I'm here to pick them up today."
"Things? Where are they? I'll ask Lv Qing to get them for you." Ling Tian raised his hand to call Lv Qing over, but was interrupted by Feng Qing Chen: "Although I haven't lived in this villa for a long time, I am still very familiar with it. Besides, I don't know where I left my things, so I won't bother Miss Lv Qing. I can go find it myself."
Ling Tian really treated this villa as his own. When she, the host, came, he actually treated her as a guest. It was really funny.
The smile on Ling Tian's face froze, and then he came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Then Qingchen, go quickly. I will chat with the Ninth Emperor Uncle here."
"No need." The Ninth Prince finally spoke, and at the same time he stood up and took the lead to walk towards the inner courtyard: "Let's go together."
The two of them rushed directly into the courtyard in front of Ling Tian. Ling Tian stood there in a daze, his face turning pale and blue. He watched the two people's disappearing backs and didn't know what to do for a moment. He could only pray in his heart that Lan Jingyang could be smart and escape this disaster, otherwise he would be in trouble.
"There's a problem." The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen looked at each other and naturally moved away.
Ling Tian came back to his senses and chased after them, but he could not find any trace of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen, even Lu Qing was gone.
"I am suspicious indeed." Ling Tian felt uneasy, with a hint of regret in his eyes, but the thing had been done and there was no point in regretting it now.
"Luqing, don't let me down. Now it all depends on you." Ling Tian exhaled, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go back to the flower hall to avoid letting the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen think too much.
Lu Qing did not disappoint Ling Tian's expectations and found Lan Jingyang faster than the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen: "Sir, hurry, hurry... The Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen are coming to the backyard, you, you quickly hide."
"What? Why are they in the backyard?" Youyou screamed. Lan Jingyang frowned and stood up quickly: "Youyou, clean up the room. I'm going to hide outside."
"Hide? This villa is only the size of a palm, where are you going to hide, sir?" Youyou looked anxious, her eyes rolling around in her eye sockets, and she hated Feng Qingchen even more in her heart...