1683 Backhand, help!

No matter where he hid, he had to get through this. Otherwise, if he fell into the hands of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen so quietly, he would have no choice but to die. Even if his aunt came, it would be useless. Distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.

Lan Jingyang didn't dare to stay any longer. He jumped out of the window and walked along the corner of the wall towards the downstairs room. Lan Jingyang looked all the way but didn't find any place where he could hide.

"Dong Lingjiu, you bastard, you clearly guessed my identity, but you still pursued me relentlessly. You really have wolfish ambitions." The more he couldn't find a place to hide, the more anxious Lan Jingyang became.

Passing by the stable, passing by the toilet, passing by the pond...

Lan Jingyang stood by the pond for a moment, looking at the clear water. After thinking about it, he decided to give up the plan of sinking to the bottom of the water.

It’s good that he can swim, but he doesn’t know how long the Ninth Uncle and Feng Qingchen will stay. But if it’s more than half an hour, will he still be alive?

Lan Jingyang continued to walk towards where the servants lived, trying to find a place to take shelter.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen found that Ling Tian was not right, so they moved faster. In just a moment, they arrived at the house where Lan Jingyang lived before. Seeing Lu Qing holding a pile of rags and looking a little panicked, Feng Qingchen said with a half-smile, "Miss Lu Qing is really quick."

"Miss Qingchen." Lu Qing lowered her head without saying a word. Feng Qingchen stepped forward and casually picked up the clothes in Lu Qing's hand. She found that there were men's clothes inside, but they were torn and stained with blood. There were also women's clothes, which looked like they were torn by a whip, and there was even... the smell of sex between a man and a woman.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle, who frowned in disgust and motioned Feng Qingchen to go in and take a look first.

Feng Qingchen nodded gently, pointed inside the house and asked, "Who lives inside? Is he injured? Do you need a doctor?"

"No, no, thanks." Lu Qing said vaguely, her eyes evasive.

It's so fake.

Feng Qingchen tilted her head and smiled at the Ninth Uncle. The Ninth Uncle was very skilled in martial arts and could still hear the breathing of several people in the room. He nodded at Feng Qingchen and said, "Let's go."

"What is this?" Lu Qing stood there in a daze, with the pieces of clothes in her hands scattered all over the floor.

She and Hongxiu put in so much effort, but they failed to hold back the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. How could this happen?

In such a short time, I don't know if Mr. Jingyang has escaped. It's really worrying. Lu Qing stamped her feet and pushed the door open angrily: "Hongxiu, you have suffered in vain."

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen did not walk far. After hearing Lu Qing's words, they looked at each other and Feng Qingchen asked, "What on earth is Ling Tian doing?"

The Ninth Prince shook his head and said, "Ling Tian has many tricks behind the scenes. Let's give him a warning today." It is not known whether it is smart or stupid to extend his hand to Shandong.

Feng Qingchen nodded and began to check carefully, all the way to the servants' room and the kitchen.

These two places were dirty and messy, and it was easy for people to hide there. However, this was the kind of place that the Ninth Prince was unwilling to approach. He only glanced at them from a distance, but Feng Qingchen was not reassured and went in to take a closer look.

There was nothing surprising in the servants' room, but Feng Qingchen felt something was wrong in the kitchen. Looking at the ash marks on the stove, Feng Qingchen reached out and touched it: "What is this?"

It's not even time to cook yet, so why is there black ash on the stove?

There were a few servants in the kitchen washing vegetables. When they heard this, they ran over and said, "Miss, this is the ash from the chimney. It fell down when we were cleaning the ash this morning."

"How could the ashes from the chimney fall onto the stove?" Feng Qingchen walked behind the stove, reached into the stove, but found nothing unusual.

"This... I don't know either." The man touched the back of his head and smiled foolishly. Feng Qingchen checked it from front to back, and before leaving, he looked at the stove and stayed there for a few seconds.

This place? Feng Qingchen looked at the chimney from top to bottom, and then looked at Uncle Nine. Uncle Nine shook his head at her. Feng Qingchen nodded gently and said no more...

Feng Qingchen didn't know that in just a few seconds, Lan Jingyang, who was hiding in the chimney, was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating. It was not until Feng Qingchen walked out that Lan Jingyang recovered.

Finally escaped!

Lan Jingyang jumped out of the chimney, his whole body was black, without a single clean spot on his body, which made his eyes look even more red.

Lan Jingyang clenched his fists and said bitterly in his heart: He won't be at a disadvantage forever. Soon the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen will be too busy to look for him...

Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince did not find Lan Jingyang in the other courtyard, but they were not disappointed. If Lan Jingyang was not in the other courtyard, it would be fine. But if he was hiding there, he might be desperate...

“I’ll send someone to keep an eye on the outside of the villa. If there’s any sign of trouble, they’ll inform you.” The Ninth Prince gave these instructions and asked the coachman to send Feng Qingchen back to the Feng Mansion, while he went back to the Ninth Prince’s Mansion alone.

The Ninth Prince's Palace was filled with solemnity. Even though the Ninth Prince rarely stayed in the palace, everything was still in order and done according to the rules.

"Someone come..." The Ninth Prince walked into the study and summoned the head of the secret guards.

"Go to Jiangnan and tell Bu Jingyun that I want to meet him at the martial arts conference in Tianqiong Castle." He has not yet settled the score with Bu Jingyun from last time. If something goes wrong this time, Bu Jingyun will have to wait for death.

The head of the secret guard shuddered, then bowed his head and said, "I obey your command."

"Keep a close eye on Ling Tian, ​​especially the maid named Lu Qing who is beside him." Although they didn't deal with each other much, the Ninth Prince thought that the woman was no ordinary person.

"yes."

"Investigate the life and death of the Sixth Elder of the Fengli Clan." The Ninth Uncle gave another task. At the same time, Feng Qingchen, who had returned to the Feng Mansion to see Feng Jin, also called Chun Hui to the study room and said, "Write a letter to Xia Wan, asking her to slow down. The matter in Yecheng will take at least half a year to be resolved."

"yes."

"Go, check..." Feng Qingchen stopped talking halfway and said, "Forget it, you guys go pack your luggage. I'm going to go on a long trip in two days. Also, prepare Young Master Sixing's room. Young Master Sixing will be back soon."

Although Chun Hui really wanted to know what Feng Qingchen had left to say, she did not dare to ask and could only retreat with a feeling of disappointment.

After Chun Hui went out, Feng Qingchen wrote a letter to Tong Jue and Tong Yao. The content of the letter was the order she had not just said: check whether the Sixth Elder Feng Li was really dead or fake, check the people and things Feng Lizhi encountered during this period, and at the same time secretly monitor Feng Lizhi and prevent him from contacting the outside world.

Feng Qingchen had just finished dealing with the trivial matters and was about to go find Ling Mo to talk and see if she could get some information about Sky Dome Castle from him. But before she even stepped out of the yard, she ran into the housekeeper who came to look for her in a hurry.

"Miss, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture wants to see you." The housekeeper had a serious face and seemed a little worried. Feng Qingchen comforted the housekeeper, telling her not to worry, and hurried towards the flower hall.

Shuntianfu Yi is looking for her at this time, could it be that he is looking for Lan Jingyang's whereabouts?

When she thought of this, Feng Qingchen became even more anxious. She lifted her skirt and started to trot. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, Shuntianfu Yi rushed over and shouted, "Miss Feng, help!

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