365 Killing people does not necessarily require brute force (Part 8)

[The eighth update is here. The ninth update? The tenth update? You decide, and Acai will update! ]

"Okay." At this time, Wang Jinling had no choice and did not have the strength to say: I'll do it!

He can ride a horse and his riding skills are pretty good, but compared to Feng Qingchen, there is a world of difference between him and Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen's horsemanship was nothing short of miraculous. Besides, the assassin was getting closer and closer to them, so he didn't have time to think about it...

"Kill, kill the head of the Wang family, kill Feng Qingchen." The assassins were only a hundred steps away from the carriage. Such a close distance made the assassins even more crazy.

The shouting and screaming behind her made Feng Qingchen a little nervous, but she knew very well that she couldn't be nervous at this moment, as she would make mistakes if she was nervous.

Calm down, calm down, Feng Qingchen, you must calm down. You are not alone now, you still have Wang Jinling, you can't drag Wang Jinling to die with you.

Feng Qingchen kept telling himself to stay calm, trying to adjust his breathing and ignore the people behind him.

The driver was also a little panicked when he saw this. The assassin was approaching, and Feng Qingchen had not jumped on the horse. He was just thinking about whether he should do anything to cooperate with Feng Qingchen, when he heard Feng Qingchen loudly say: "You don't have to do anything, I can jump on the horse by myself."

After he finished speaking, Feng Qingchen bit the scalpel with his teeth and prepared to jump onto the horse.

Even without a saddle, she could still sit firmly on the horse, and she had to sit firmly because the assassin behind her was getting closer and closer, and she couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Feng Qingchen took a breath, grabbed the brown hair on the horse's back with both hands, jumped on the spot, and jumped onto the horse.

I Made It!

Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, took the scalpel in his left hand, and slashed the rope behind him, cutting the connection between the carriage and the horse.

"pretty!"

If he wasn't still being chased, the driver would really like to give a thumbs up.

"Jin Ling, come up." Feng Qingchen clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly, stretched out his right hand, and leaned his body.

"Okay, Qingchen, be careful." Although Wang Jinling did not know martial arts, he knew how to use leverage. With Feng Qingchen's help, Wang Jinling easily jumped onto the horse's back and protected Feng Qingchen in his arms.

"drive."

As soon as Wang Jinling got on the horse, Feng Qingchen untied his belt, leaned forward, and put the belt on the horse's head.

"Jinling, let's go, hold me tight."

Feng Qingchen rode his horse at full speed. The assassins behind him became even more murderous when they saw that there was no one around. The coachman only blocked him for a moment before dying miserably.

"Chase."

Although the Wang family's horses were not as good as the Cangshan Moyun and Ferghana horses, it was not difficult for them to shake off the assassins who ran with their legs, even if the horses were usually only used to pull carriages...

However, the prerequisite is that the horse has a saddle and reins so that it is convenient for people to control it.

It would be fine if Feng Qingchen was alone, but she happened to be with Wang Jinling. After running two blocks, they were caught up by the assassins: "Hurry, they can't run anymore."

Feng Qingchen turned around and saw more than a dozen dark shadows. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

The Wang family’s guards have stopped so many of them, why are there still so many?

Three groups of assassins, did they make an appointment?

Feng Qingchen was so depressed, and what made her even more depressed was that her only self-defense weapon, the pistol, was missing.

Feng Qingchen urged her horse to gallop while cursing in her heart the bastard who had snatched her pistol.

Damn it, if she had her pistol, these people would be nothing to her. With one bullet per person, she could easily deal with them all. But now she could only think about it.

In the palace, the Ninth Prince, who had been sitting silently in the conference room, suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest and his body involuntarily hunched up.

"Ninth brother, what's wrong with you?" It was rare to see the Ninth Uncle behaving abnormally, so how could the Emperor let him go?

"Ninth Uncle, are you okay? Do you want to call the imperial physician?" Prince Zhou and Prince Qing also asked hurriedly, interrupting their conversation with Nanling Jinfan and Xiling Tianlei.

"No, my old illness has relapsed." The Ninth Prince waved his hand and sat up straight, trying to dispel the dull pain in his heart, but found that the effect was not good. The Ninth Prince simply stood up and said, "Your Majesty, I am not feeling well. Please allow me to leave."

Feeling unwell?

The emperor didn't believe what the Ninth Uncle said at all. Even if it was true, he didn't want to let the Ninth Uncle leave the palace later today.

"Ninth brother, you are not feeling well. How can you go back like this? Someone, please, Imperial Physician Xuansun."

No one knew why the emperor specifically mentioned Sun Zhengdao's name.

"Your Majesty, that's not necessary." The Ninth Prince refused, but the Emperor would never give him a chance. He shouted at the eunuch, "Go now."

"Yes." The eunuch ran away in fear, and the Ninth Prince frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Ninth brother, since you are not feeling well, you can stay in the palace tonight. I have ordered people to clean the palace where you lived in when you were a child. You can move in directly." The emperor was determined not to let the ninth uncle leave today.

The Ninth Prince said nothing more and bowed to the Emperor: "Your Majesty, I obey your order." If he wants to stay, then he can stay, provided that there is room for him in the palace.

The Ninth Prince stopped refusing and turned to walk towards the palace where he used to live. As soon as the Ninth Prince left, the Emperor ordered his personal eunuch, "Go, strengthen the guards, and don't let anything happen to the Ninth Prince in the palace."

This was a disguised form of surveillance, and the eunuch was well aware of it. But at the same time, he was even more aware that the emperor had never gotten along well with the Ninth Prince, and this had happened more than once.

Many people were very satisfied with the Ninth Prince's stay in the palace. With the Ninth Prince's departure, the subsequent negotiations among the four countries went much more smoothly. Except for Nanling Jinfan who refused to give in, Xiling Tianlei and Beiling Fengqian were both easy to talk to, and the emperor's mood gradually improved...

"Young Master, Feng Qingchen, let's just wait and die." The assassin surrounded Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling, but was reluctant to move forward.

It’s not that they don’t want to, but that they dare not.

The two men on horseback were obviously not good at fighting, but the murderous aura emanating from them made people tremble. The assassin did not dare to act rashly for a while, for fear of getting into trouble.

"It seems that if we can't live together, we can die together." Even when surrounded by assassins, Wang Jinling did not panic at all.

Although he was covered in sweat and his hair was stuck to his face, the young master's charm was not diminished at all, and he was even more charming than usual.

"You have got your business, young master, Feng Qingchen. Come down and die obediently. I will leave you an intact body." The assassin held the knife and approached cautiously. They were just one step away from success, and they dared not take it lightly.

"Be prepared to die? If you want to kill us, you have to have the ability to do so. I don't want to die yet." Feng Qingchen touched the small hidden weapon on his left arm and silently calculated what the chances of success would be if this hidden weapon was used against these people.

"If you don't want to die, you will have to die today. Young Master, Feng Qingchen will come down. We brothers will definitely give you a quick death, otherwise..."

"What else?"

Feng Qingchen suddenly stuffed the belt in his hand into Wang Jinling's hand: "Hold on tight."

Before Wang Jinling understood what was going on, Feng Qingchen stabbed the horse's back with a scalpel and dismounted: "Jinling, go to Prince Su's Mansion to get help. I'm waiting for you to save me."

“Qingchen…” Wang Jinling finally panicked and shouted, holding the belt tightly with both hands, trying to turn the horse back, but the horse had already gone crazy from the pain and would not listen to him. In the blink of an eye, it had already run a hundred meters away…