400 Ambush, the Ninth Prince was betrayed

The fact that Su Wenqing was rejected by several aristocratic families could not be concealed at all. Such things could be known by just asking around. Similarly, after Su Wenqing was rejected, he went to the courtyard where Feng Qingchen lived, which could not be concealed either.

After coming out of Feng Qingchen's courtyard, Su Wenqing went to the families that had rejected him and directly persuaded them.

If someone said that this was purely a coincidence and had nothing to do with Feng Qingchen, even Duke Nanling Jinfan of Zhen'an would not believe it. They were sure that the whole thing was controlled by Feng Qingchen, and the reason was of course to take revenge on them.

So Feng Qingchen was unlucky. Although it was she who really proposed this matter, and she was not the one who carried it out and the one who benefited the most, but... when it came to revenge, those people only targeted her.

They pick on the weak. Nanling Jinfan and the Duke of Zhenguo dare not attack Su Wenqing at this time. Hitting Su Wenqing would be a slap in the face of the Wang and Xie families, as well as the Duke of Ningguo and others.

Although Nanling Jinfan and the Duke of Zhenguo did not know each other, they seemed to have made an agreement to take revenge on Feng Qingchen.

The amputation surgery for Xiling Tianyu was performed in secret, so the time they had agreed on was in the evening. When the time came, Feng Qingchen packed her things and waited for someone to pick her up.

"Ninth Prince?" Feng Qingchen didn't expect that the Ninth Prince would come to pick her up in person. She was a little surprised. It seemed that the Ninth Prince attached great importance to Xiling Tianyu.

Tonight, the Ninth Prince took off his luxurious brocade clothes and dressed neatly in black. His deep black eyes swept around the room and finally landed on Feng Qingchen's operating box: "Let's go."

If Su Wenqing hadn't been more cautious and checked, he would never have realized that Feng Qingchen had suffered such a great injustice in the Yongchang Marquis' Mansion yesterday. Feng Qingchen concealed it too well.

Ahem...another beautiful misunderstanding.

Feng Qingchen nodded, picked up the operating box and motioned for the Ninth Prince to lead the way, but the Ninth Prince reached out to take the operating box in Feng Qingchen's hand.

A slightly cold hand covered the back of Feng Qingchen's hand. Feng Qingchen was stunned but did not let go. She was not used to handing the operating box to others, but the Ninth Prince insisted and held the handle and refused to let go.

Their eyes met, neither of them compromised, the two of them just remained in a stalemate. Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes in annoyance, she didn't want to waste her time on such meaningless things.

So, Uncle Nine, you win!

Feng Qingchen let go of his hand, and the Ninth Prince took the medicine box with satisfaction, but he found that his hand sank and he almost couldn't hold it steady. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince reacted quickly and did not embarrass himself in front of Feng Qingchen.

So heavy? The Ninth Prince frowned. It must be very difficult for Qingchen to lift it. No wonder her wrists are often sore. It seems that she needs to find a reliable person to be by her side. If nothing else, he can help Feng Qingchen carry the medicine box.

As soon as Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince went out, they found that there was a group of black-clothed guards outside. Feng Qingchen felt relieved. It was always unsafe to travel at night. With more people protecting her, she felt at ease. In case of an assassination or something, she would not have to risk her life.

The group soon disappeared in the small courtyard in the west district and walked out of the city. Feng Qingchen thought he had enough physical strength, but it was still quite difficult for him to catch up with the pace of the Ninth Prince.

After running five streets, Feng Qingchen began to pant. Even though she tried her best to adjust her breathing, she could not make her messy steps steady. At this time, she was glad that the medicine box was in the hands of the Ninth Prince, otherwise it would be good enough for her to run one street with the medicine box.

Being a doctor is really a physically demanding job. Feng Qingchen used to run around with a medicine box, and sometimes it even took him several days to reach his destination. But no matter how fast he was at that time, he could not be as fast as these masters.

"It's useless." The Ninth Prince seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Feng Qingchen. Although he said that, his speed slowed down a lot. He forgot about the woman behind him who didn't know martial arts.

Feng Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his breathing and continued to move forward. At the same time, he secretly decided that he must strengthen his exercise after returning. A doctor's physique must not be bad, otherwise how could he stand on the operating table for dozens of hours.

Feng Qingchen didn't know that the men in black who escorted them were always looking at her with admiration.

Doctor Feng is so amazing that he can actually keep up with the speed of his master. You know, it is extremely difficult for those of them who practice martial arts to keep up with the speed of their master.

However, the master slowed down towards the back, and even an average man couldn't keep up with that speed. However, Doctor Feng was able to keep up steadily without showing any effort.

Not far from the city gate, the Ninth Prince stopped, took a bundle from the hand of the person beside him, and threw it to Feng Qingchen: "Put it on."

He also pulled up the hat on the back of his clothes, and was wrapped in black from head to toe. In addition, the Ninth Prince deliberately concealed his breath, and the whole person seemed to blend into the night.

Is this a transformation? The effect is really obvious. It is hard to tell that the man in black is the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen put on her clothes and, imitating the Ninth Prince, pulled up the hat on the back of her clothes and put herself in the black clothes. The men in black beside her did the same. The group of people were like ghosts, moving through the night.

A group of black shadows moved rapidly in the dark night. The scene was indescribably weird. If Feng Qingchen hadn't known that there were people all around, she would have suspected that she had encountered a ghost.

She is an atheist, but ever since the smart medical pack brought her to this place, she has believed that there may really be some special powers in this world, such as her supernatural powers that have not yet awakened.

Alas, I don’t know if this body has any special powers. Feng Qingchen felt a little regretful. She really wanted to know what her special powers were.

The group soon arrived at the city gate. When the soldiers guarding the city came forward, the Ninth Prince took out a token and waved it in front of the guards: "Shenjiying's order, open the city gate."

There is a big "God" character on the front of the token and a giant dragon on the back.

Shenjiying, the largest hidden force of the Dongling royal family, is currently controlled by Prince Su and the Ninth Uncle.

"Yes." The soldier guarding the city did not even ask extra questions and immediately opened the small door next to the city gate. After the Ninth Prince and his party disappeared, the small city gate was closed again, as if nothing had happened.

Three miles away from the city gate, the Ninth Prince's subordinates were there with eighteen horses. After the two sides met and confirmed their identities, the Ninth Prince sent nine of them out to "do the job", leaving seven guards and Feng Qingchen.

"Get on the horse." The Ninth Prince jumped onto the horse and stretched out his right hand towards Feng Qingchen, indicating that Feng Qingchen should ride with him.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Feng Qingchen shook his head and refused. He took out a pair of gloves from his sleeve and put them on. He picked a horse at random and sat on it.

The Ninth Prince's expression changed immediately, but fortunately he was wrapped in black clothes so this could not be seen.

Who arranged the horses? Why was there one extra one?

The Ninth Prince was angry and glared fiercely at the man guarding the horses, scaring him so much that he dared not speak.

Wuwuwu... He originally wanted to tell the Ninth Uncle that the horse Feng Qingchen rode was his mount, and asked if Feng Qingchen could return it to him? He didn't want to run after the horse...

Feng Qingchen's refusal made the Ninth Prince depressed, but he still had to do what he had to do. When he whipped his horse whip and prepared to spur his horse forward, the horse under him suddenly became noisy, pawing its hooves nervously and making a humming and hissing sound. There was also a rustling sound in the bushes on both sides of the path...

"There is an assassin!" The Ninth Prince drew out the soft sword from his waist, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

His whereabouts were revealed, and there was a traitor around him...

I'm so tired that I'm about to collapse.