553 Cruel, Feng Qingchen's injuries are not shown to outsiders

On the third day, at sunset, the two finally arrived at Yishui City.

Along the way, perhaps because Xiaobai was fast enough, or perhaps because Zhai Dongming's men were powerful, they were able to hold back the bad guys. In short, except for meeting that group of unlucky horse thieves, Feng Qingchen did not encounter any troublemakers along the way. Occasionally, there were people who were short-sighted and became lustful after seeing her appearance, but they were also scared away by Fu Lin.

It has to be said that Fu Lin is not strong enough and cannot conceal the aura of a master. Fu Lin's behavior and expression show that he is a master. Ordinary people don't dare to mess with him. Feng Qingchen is also happy to have more free bodyguards.

Seeing that the city gate was about to close, Feng Qingchen signaled Fu Lin to speed up: "Let's go into the city and rest for a night before we go." Going to the Grand Canyon in the middle of the night would only mean losing one's life. Even if one was in a hurry, one could not ignore one's own safety.

She had to go back alive, she had to go back to apologize to the Ninth Prince, and tell Lan Jiuqing that she was back alive and asked him not to worry.

"I can't go into the city. I'll wait for you outside the city. We'll meet outside the city tomorrow morning." Fu Lin couldn't enter the city without a disc and a pass. After many setbacks, Fu Lin already understood this very well.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Zhai Dongming was a good boy. In addition to preparing a pass for her, he also gave her a token from Prince Su's mansion, so that she could ask the government for help on the road. With this token, she was not afraid to travel all over Dongling.

Of course, the token of the Ninth Prince could also be used, but the token of the Ninth Prince was too high-profile. It would easily blind other people’s eyes if it was taken out, so she kept a low profile.

As a result of this delay, when the two arrived at the city gate, it was closed. Feng Qingchen was embarrassed. When he arrived at the gate, Feng Qingchen took out the token of Prince Su's Mansion and shouted at the gate: "Open the city gate."

"Who is making noise downstairs? The city gate is closed. You'd better go in early tomorrow." The people guarding the city gate didn't even raise their heads, which showed that they often encountered such things.

"Forget it, let's not go into the city. It's the same if we rest outside the city." Fu Lin had been wandering outside the city gates of various countries and had long been accustomed to these people's actions.

"We need to have a good rest so that we have the energy to save people." Feng Qingchen did not tell Fu Lin that after ten days of non-stop riding, the inside of her thighs were already bruised and bruised, not a single part was intact. If she had not applied medicine before and the winter clothes she was wearing were waterproof, all Fu Lin would have seen were two bloody legs.

Fu Lin had only ridden a horse for three days, but she had ridden for ten days. Only she knew how terrible the injury on the inside of her thigh was.

"It's up to you." Fu Lin no longer insisted. He had been traveling for three days in a row and sitting on the bumpy horse's back. He couldn't bear it, let alone Feng Qingchen, a girl. Moreover, Feng Qingchen had also been traveling for several days in a row. It seemed that she really needed a good rest.

Seeing Fu Lin agreed, Feng Qingchen opened his voice and introduced himself: "I'm here on business from Prince Su's Mansion. Open the city gate."

She has been with Fu Lin for the past three days and has not had any chance to clean the wound on the inside of her thigh. Today she can finally go into the city, and she must find a chance to treat the wound on her leg, otherwise her legs will definitely rot. Even if they don't rot, it would not be good if Jin Ling saw her wound.

Her legs were numb from the pain. She had been sitting on the horse for the past few days and didn't want to move at all. Any movement would cause her legs to rip apart in pain. But even so, she still had to pretend that nothing was wrong.

She didn't dare let Fu Lin know that she was injured. What if Fu Lin had some bad intentions after finding out? She didn't know Fu Lin. If she wasn't eager to save Jin Ling, she wouldn't have traveled with a stranger.

"What? Prince Su's Palace?" The man guarding the city gate was startled and ran down quickly.

Although the current official is not as good as the current manager, the name of Prince Su's Mansion is too great, so the gatekeeper dare not neglect it. With a creak, he opened the small door next to it and asked respectfully: "My two lords, do you have anything to prove your identity?"

Nowadays, you can't just shout out who you are and expect others to believe you. You have to produce something to prove it. You have to know that the appearance of officials was not widely known these days. Even someone who has lived in the imperial city all his life may not know a few officials.

Feng Qingchen handed the token to the other party, who took it with both hands and said, "Please wait a moment." Then he took the token into the city and found someone to verify his identity.

"Aren't you afraid that they will take your token away?" Fu Lin was a little surprised. In his opinion, the token should be very valuable. How could he just give it to someone?

"They dare not." Feng Qingchen didn't care.

These people have been instilled with the concepts of obedience and submission since birth, and they dare not rebel against their superiors.

Sure enough, after one stick of incense, the governor of Yishui City came out in person to greet them, apologized, paid his respects, treated them to delicious food and drinks, and even gave up his own place.

If Feng Qingchen hadn't said that they had something to do and needed to rest, the prefect of Yishui City might have stayed here to accompany them.

"How hypocritical." As soon as the prefect left, Fu Lin spoke with a look of disgust.

"This is normal. Don't forget that we are from the Imperial City. He must treat us well. This is the governor's residence. We should be safe today. Take a hot bath and have a good sleep. We will set off tomorrow morning."

Feng Qingchen was not surprised by the prefect's flattery and fawning, but was used to it. She had also enjoyed this kind of thing in modern times.

In the military hospital, she was a small doctor who was marginalized and anyone could order her around. But when she went on business trips, the directors of local hospitals had to be polite to her because she represented the Military General Hospital.

The governor of Yishui City, although he was a local official and could act tyrannically in Yishui City, was nothing when he arrived in the imperial city where there were nobles and aristocratic families everywhere and he had to bow and scrape to everyone he met.

Officials in the capital are close to the emperor, so officials from other places would automatically lower themselves a level when meeting them and try to curry favor with them so that they could help say a few good words to the nobles in the capital.

In modern times, they are called central government visitors, and they are received wherever they go. With their level, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they should be received by modern provincial governors. Prince Su is a person with more power than the nine giants of the modern Politburo.

With Feng Qingchen's words, Fu Lin felt at ease enjoying the service of the people in the Prefect's Mansion. Seeing that he was very natural and allowed the servants to serve him, Feng Qingchen could guess that Fu Lin's status was not bad and he was probably a noble person at home.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen felt relieved and came to her room. Feng Qingchen waved away the servants, took off her clothes, took off the windbreaker she was wearing, and saw her inner pants stained with blood.

The blood on the underwear had dried long ago, and the colors were of varying shades. This was the effect that occurred when something was soaked, dried, and then soaked with blood. The underwear was stuck to the wound and could not be taken off.

Feng Qingchen took out a handkerchief, folded it, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes, and took off his pants with great force.

it hurts!