1815 Movement, the Ninth Prince
The Ninth Prince Uncle didn't want to argue with Bu Jingyun, but this man didn't know what was good for him and kept talking in his ear. Under Bu Jingyun's incessant attack, the Ninth Prince Uncle finally looked up and gave Bu Jingyun a straight look.
Just when Bu Jingyun was excited and thought that the Ninth Prince would be jealous and angry, the Ninth Prince said in a slow and low voice with a unique tone: "It seems that your injury is fine. In this case, you will leave for Xuanyue Palace tomorrow. This king wants to know the identity of that aunt and the reason why she sent people to approach Xiao Yi."
"Ah... my wound hurts so much." Bu Jingyun was stunned for a moment. After he reacted, he immediately covered his wound, lay on the table, and began to play dead: "My wound seems to have split again. I'm going to die..."
The Ninth Prince remained unmoved. He watched Bu Jingyun rolling around and throwing a tantrum with cold eyes, and said expressionlessly: "You have the leisure to watch a play so early in the morning, and you even have time to talk to the eldest master. Are you sure your wound hurts?"
"Ah...how did you know?" Bu Jingyun immediately stopped wailing and looked at the Ninth Uncle with a strange expression.
Is it because the Ninth Prince is too well-informed, or was he also there in the morning?
Uh... no matter which one it is, his action just now was courting death!
Bu Jingyun felt extremely regretful and looked at the Ninth Prince with a pleading face: Please forgive me!
He, he really didn't mean it, he just wanted to see the Ninth Prince's change of face, but he didn't know that the Ninth Prince was so dull... uh, reserved, and actually went to send Feng Qingchen away secretly without letting anyone know.
"Hmph..." The Ninth Prince gave Bu Jingyun a sidelong glance, his expression somewhat similar to the way King Jinling looked at Bu Jingyun during the day.
"I, I..." Bu Jingyun knew that the matter was serious, and he didn't dare to play dead anymore. He stood still and said pitifully: "Jiuqing... I know I was wrong. Um, can I not go to Xuanyue Palace?"
The situation in Xuan Yue Palace was getting increasingly tight. The people they had planted there were always on the periphery, with no access to the core content. After a lot of effort, two of them managed to break into the interior, but before they could take any action, they were cleared out with excuses.
Xuanyue Palace is loose on the outside but tight on the inside. It is really difficult to get information from Xuanyue Palace.
"If you don't want to go to Xuanyue Palace, go to Liancheng and pick one." The Ninth Prince generously gave Bu Jingyun the opportunity to choose, but it would have been better if he hadn't given it to him.
"Is it okay if I don't want to go to either of us?" Bu Jingyun was about to cry. Baoer's illness had not yet recovered, and he wanted to stay with Baoer for a while.
You know, no matter whether you go to Liancheng or Xuanyue Palace, it will be impossible to get away in a short period of time.
"Don't want to? Why, you still want to take over the job of the Assassination Department?" His eyes fell on Bu Jingyun's injured abdomen, and a hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.
Last night, it was just an ordinary exploration activity, and even an ordinary secret guard would not be injured, but Bu Jingyun came back injured.
"I..." Bu Jingyun didn't dare to say anything else. The Ninth Prince must have known that he had deliberately injured himself.
Su Wenqing shook his head and stepped back. He originally wanted to say something good about Bu Jingyun, but after hearing what the Ninth Prince said, he immediately gave up the idea.
Bu Jingyun had to move, otherwise his life would be ruined by Qin Baoer.
"I'll go to Liancheng." Bu Jingyun was silent for a moment, but he knew that this wouldn't work, so he spoke decisively to prevent the Ninth Prince from disliking him again.
He's been off duty for too long.
"It's still possible." The Ninth Prince's expression eased a little. "People from the Hundred Ghosts Palace have infiltrated Liancheng. Don't get involved in the affairs of the Hundred Ghosts Palace and Liancheng. Keep an eye on Lan Jingyang's actions and see what he's investigating recently."
Only the last two pieces of the Kyushu map are missing, but there is no news at all. The Ninth Prince suspects that the map is most likely in Lan Jingyang's hands, or Lan Jingyang knows about it.
You know, he got the news from the old people in Liancheng. Those old guys knew about the existence of the Kyushu map, so it makes no sense that they didn't have the map. They didn't give it to him, so they must have left it to Lan Jingyang.
"Yes." Bu Jingyun didn't dare to play around anymore and stood up straight. He accidentally pulled the wound and it hurt so much that he broke out in a cold sweat, but he didn't dare to show it.
You deserve it!
Su Wenqing had no sympathy for Bu Jingyun at all. He was seeking death himself and no one could persuade him to stop even if they wanted to.
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Feng Qingchen was worried about Feng Jin, so he rode as fast as he could, traveling day and night. He changed horses along the way, and would not rest unless he was extremely tired. However, he had traveled two-thirds of the distance in six days. At this speed, Feng Qingchen would reach Xiling Imperial City in three days at most.
"Girl, if you continue like this, your body won't be able to take it." One of the eighteen riders warned.
Not to mention Feng Qingchen, even they could hardly hold on any longer. Fortunately, they changed horses along the way, otherwise the horses would have been run to death.
"Let's take a rest for a day before arriving at Xiling." Feng Qingchen blinked his sore eyes, leaning against a big tree and unwilling to speak.
The eighteen riders retreated silently, not daring to persuade them any further.
In the past two days, there has been constant news from Xiling. Young Master Feng Jin has been ill for the past month and there is still no improvement. Not only Zuo An, but also Chun Hui and Qiu Hua are extremely worried. Fortunately, Feng Qingchen came, otherwise they would have definitely taken Feng Jin back to Dongling.
Traveling day and night, they naturally had no time to worry about whether to stay in an inn or not. These days, Feng Qingchen and his group would rest wherever they went that looked safe.
Tonight, they traveled for a while. At midnight, it was too dark and there was a small road ahead. The horses could not move at all. Feng Qingchen and his party had to stop and rest in a small woods.
The eighteen riders were lighting a fire and cleaning their living quarters. Feng Qingchen rested for about half an incense stick, then stood up and walked a few steps into the woods with the emergency light. The eighteen riders were tactful enough not to follow him.
Although Feng Qingchen was tired, she was in high spirits, especially when walking in the woods at night. She was extremely careful and would notice any slight movement, not to mention the familiar smell of blood.
Feng Qingchen paused and shouted into the air, "Go and see what's going on ahead."
Whoosh... a black shadow flew out from behind Feng Qingchen. Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was brave, otherwise, seeing this scene in the middle of the night, he would really think he saw a ghost.
The shadow was Master Zuo An, who had extraordinary martial arts skills. He returned in a moment: "Dead people, so many dead people."
Looking at those people, it seems that they died not long ago, the blood is still fresh and keeps flowing...
"Here?" Feng Qingchen was shocked. They had already arrived in Xiling. Although there was still some distance from the imperial city, there were prosperous towns all around. How could a murder case occur in this place?
"Call the Eighteen Riders, let's go and take a look together." Feng Qingchen was not a nosy person, but from the tone of Master Zuo'an, she knew that something seemed unusual ahead, and she would not be able to feel at ease unless she went to take a look.
"Yes." Master Zuo An hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow Feng Qingchen's order.
Master Zuo An was afraid that Feng Qingchen would get into trouble alone, so he moved even faster than usual. In the blink of an eye, he was next to Feng Qingchen again. He stood quietly behind Feng Qingchen like a shadow, with no sense of presence at all.
When the Eighteen Riders came over, they were almost scared silly by Master Zuo An...