1782 confession, bad premonition
Si Cheng was lucky. He killed four people with three arrows and directly wiped out all the people who jumped into the woods. He didn't even need to look for them anymore. But Ling Mo and the Eighteen Riders were not so lucky.
Ling Mo and the Eighteen Riders were guarding the other side. No matter their opponents or quality, they were more than one level higher than Si Cheng. Ling Mo and the Eighteen Riders fought with the opponent for a long time and even got injured before they captured Nanling Jinfan and several others hiding in the forest, and even let the strange man in white run away.
"The young marshal will definitely laugh at us when we go back." The eighteen riders put their bows on their backs and dragged Nanling Jinfan out. As for the others?
I'm sorry, there are no survivors anymore. If Feng Qingchen hadn't reminded us, Nanling Jinfan and his gang would have been reduced to corpses. Compared to the living, the dead are the safest.
Ling Mo said nothing and walked silently behind. Ever since the thing in his throat was taken out, Ling Mo has not said a word in front of anyone and completely regarded himself as a mute.
Ling Mo couldn't accept his own shrill, feminine voice. He would rather be mute than speak again. Even Si Xing couldn't do anything about it.
When Feng Qingchen received the signal, she knew that everything was going well, so she waited at the intersection first. When she saw Si Cheng and the Eighteen Riders leading their men out of the forest, Feng Qingchen smiled brightly, and the gloomy weather could not dampen her good mood.
This was also the first time that Feng Qingchen smiled so brightly without a trace of gloom after the news of Lan Jiuqing's death.
"Miss, we have caught the man. Please give us your instructions." The Eighteen Riders had accompanied Feng Qingchen all the way. They naturally knew that Feng Qingchen was sad about Lan Jiuqing's death and how much she wanted to kill Nanling Jinfan. However, they didn't expect that Feng Qingchen just glanced at Nanling Jinfan and then directly asked them to hand the man over to the Ninth Prince.
Not killing Nanling Jinfan? Not chopping him into pieces?
Si Cheng and the Eighteen Riders looked at Feng Qingchen at the same time, but Feng Qingchen turned around, jumped on his horse, and galloped away: "You go back first, I'll go back after a walk."
"Hurry, protect the girl." The eighteen riders did not dare to let Feng Qingchen act alone, and jumped on the horse closest to them. However, there was a figure that was faster than them. He chased Feng Qingchen and disappeared at the end of the path.
"Forget it, let the girl be alone. She has been too tense recently and really needs to relax a little." Someone protected Feng Qingchen, and the eighteen riders held the reins and did not follow.
When Si Cheng and the Eighteen Riders were returning to the camp with Nanling Jinfan and his subordinates, they saw a group of martial artists surrounding Yuwen Yuanhua and demanding an explanation from him.
"What's going on?" Si Cheng pulled a soldier and asked. The soldier became impatient, but when he saw the other party's rank, he immediately told him the whole story in detail.
It turned out that this group of people in Jianghu thought that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen had used them, causing them to work in vain and making things easier for others, and they demanded that the Ninth Prince give them an explanation. They spent countless manpower and material resources to bring Nanling Jinfan back to be punished, instead of helping the court.
Of course, these people did not dare to speak too bluntly in front of the Ninth Prince. After expressing their dissatisfaction in a tactful way, they asked the Ninth Prince to hand Nanling Jinfan over to them so that they could give an explanation to the martial arts people.
Grab the credit.
This kind of thing is common in both the imperial court and the army. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen did take advantage of them yesterday. Without the massive siege by this group of martial artists, how could Nanling Jinfan have fallen into the trap?
This group of people didn't get any benefit from the Ninth Prince Uncle, and they didn't dare to face his expressionless face, so they went to pester Yuwen Yuanhua.
"General Yuwen has worked so hard." After hearing this, Si Cheng tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his lips. Before Yuwen Yuanhua discovered him, he slipped to the commander-in-chief's camp and reported to the Ninth Uncle.
Feng Qingchen knew that Yecheng had just been conquered and was not yet stable, so he did not walk too far. After running against the wind for a while, he felt much better and turned his horse around to go back.
There was a battle yesterday, and the number of wounded soldiers in the camp must have doubled today. It goes without saying how busy Sixing and the others will be, so Feng Qingchen dared not stay outside any longer.
"I told you, you should ask Uncle Nine for this matter. This general cannot make the decision."
When Feng Qingchen returned to the military camp, that group of martial artists were still harassing Yuwen Yuanhua. Yuwen Yuanhua didn't even have the strength to roar. Feng Qingchen looked at them with sympathy, greeted the guarding soldiers, and after proving his identity, he walked towards the wounded camp.
Doudou had sharp eyes and almost jumped up with excitement when he saw Feng Qingchen from a distance: "Feng..."
"Don't scream." Fortunately, Si Cheng reacted quickly, covered Doudou's mouth and dragged Doudou to the corner.
This shout was heard by the group of martial artists, and they were about to make trouble again. These people bullied the weak and feared the strong, and they did not dare to cause trouble to the Ninth Prince, but they were not afraid of confronting Feng Qingchen.
"Um, um, um..." Doudou struggled hard, but Si Cheng was taller than him, and his arm strength was unmatched by ordinary people due to years of archery training. Doudou's feet were directly strangled by Si Cheng off the ground.
He, he was about to be strangled to death, Qingchen... Help! Doudou stuck out his tongue and his eyelids rolled up.
"Don't scream if you don't want to die." Si Cheng warned Doudou again. Doudou was almost suffocating and nodded quickly.
As soon as Si Cheng let go, Doudou fell to the ground, gasping for breath, tears hanging from the tip of her eyes. The first thing she did after she recovered was to kick Si Cheng in the leg: "You are murdering me."
Hiss... Si Cheng gasped in pain and was so angry that he raised his hand and wanted to slap Doudou on the head, but seeing Doudou's pitiful look, Si Cheng couldn't do it: Forget it, I won't bother with a child.
"I'm saving you, do you know that?" Si Cheng rubbed Doudou's head. The little kid's hair was really soft, and then he rubbed it again.
“Pah…” Doudou slapped Si Cheng’s hand away: “Let go of your claws. Zuo’an said that men should not let others rub their heads casually.”
"Man? You? A little brat pretending to be a man." The back of his hand was red, swollen and numb, which made Si Cheng look at Doudou differently. This killer, who was said to be a weak killer, seemed to have some skills.
"Who is the little brat? You are the little brat. Your whole family are little brats. I have already grown up." Doudou jumped up and got angry again. He jumped and shouted so hard that no one would believe that he was not a child.
Ahem…Doudou was furious, and then he realized that the people around him were walking very slowly, and they were looking at him strangely. Someone who was a little slow in thinking finally realized that he had lost face, and immediately blamed everyone on Si Cheng, glaring at him fiercely: "Young Marshal, I will remember you. Just wait for me, if you offend me, I will make you restless day and night."
Doudou made some harsh remarks, and without giving Si Cheng a chance to explain, he dusted off his butt and ran away.
"Hey..." Young Marshal Si expressed that he was innocent and that he really meant well, but now it seemed that he had done something bad. No, he had brought trouble to himself.
"Is my luck going to run out?" Si Cheng had a bad feeling.
Turning around, he found that the group of people had dispersed and were no longer surrounding Yuwen Yuanhua. He felt that his good luck was up.
As far as he knew, the Ninth Prince originally wanted to use Zhai Dongming to replace Yuwen Yuanhua's position in the army, but he chose him in the end. Could it be that he knew these people were not easy to mess with, so he kicked him out to die?
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