595 Fu Lin, Jin Ling said...
"What happened again? Feng Qingchen, you have been caught by the Imperial Guards again."
Zhai Dongming came over with a group of soldiers. The handsome military uniform on him made him look a bit more dandy. Feng Qingchen raised an eyebrow. What was Zhai Dongming trying to do?
"Greetings, Young Master." When the Imperial Guards saw the person coming, their faces instantly twisted. Miss Feng had finally shown signs of giving in, but now another troublemaker showed up. The Imperial Guards secretly felt a headache, but they had to salute politely.
Zhai Dongming waved his hand, looking like a dandy young man, ignoring Feng Qingchen's questioning, and stepped forward to stand between Feng Qingchen and Fu Lin.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zhai Dongming shook his shoulders and pushed Fu Lin aside. Fu Lin staggered a step, and Zhai Dongming's men took the opportunity to separate him. Although Feng Qingchen was puzzled, she did not say anything. She believed that Zhai Dongming must have a reason for his actions.
"Feng Qingchen, come on, come on. Didn't you want to treat us brothers to a drink? It just so happens that this prince has met a group of people from Shuntian Prefecture. Let's go for a drink together." Zhai Dongming did not give Feng Qingchen a chance to speak. He half-dragged and half-pulled him away, leaving Fu Lin and the Yigan Guards looking at each other in bewilderment.
What is going on? The prince is not here to support Feng Qingchen or cause them trouble, but to rescue them?
No matter what, Zhai Dongming dragged Feng Qingchen away, and there was no obstacle for the Imperial Guards to capture Fu Lin. They arrested him on the spot and sent him to the Shuntian Prefecture Jail. As for Fu Lin, he was also smart. He knew that it would be difficult for Feng Qingchen to protect him, so he did not say much. Anyway, he showed up in front of Feng Qingchen, and Feng Qingchen had to protect him no matter what. After all, his unknown identity would be extremely disadvantageous to the Ninth Uncle.
Feng Qingchen had been very cooperative, allowing Zhai Dongming to lead her away. Only when the imperial guards were out of sight did Feng Qingchen shake off Zhai Dongming's tightly held hand and said, "Zhai Dongming, do you know Fu Lin?"
Well, she actually suspected Fu Lin, so she went with the flow and let Zhai Dongming intercept him.
There was no way. Fu Lin's appearance was too coincidental. It was not that she liked conspiracy theories, but if you said it was an accident, she would never believe it. There was no such coincidence in the world.
As a person being wanted by soldiers, Fu Lin was not a fool. How could he run to the street? Moreover, there were so many people on the street, so Fu Lin could have bumped into anyone else but her.
"I don't know him, but I heard from Jin Ling that he was the master of Cangshan Moyun. That's why I know you and will help you save Jin Ling." Zhai Dongming put away his dandy look, waved away the people around him, and walked forward side by side with Feng Qingchen.
The person behind them was ten steps away from them, intentionally or unintentionally separating them from the people on the roadside, so that their conversation would not be easily overheard by outsiders. Xia Wan and a few others followed behind with wry smiles on their faces.
The ladies are not tired from walking, but they are tired!
Of course, the street was not suitable for conversation, so the two stopped talking here and saw a teahouse not far away, so they walked towards the teahouse. Xiling Tianlei, who was following behind them, saw this scene, and flashed into the backyard of the teahouse first.
After his subordinates checked the inside and booked the adjacent private rooms, Zhai Dongming spoke up, "Qingchen, you have to be careful of the man named Fu Lin. Jin Ling said that he is definitely not an ordinary person. Although he deliberately restrains his aura, some of his small movements that he inadvertently reveals show that he has received a good upbringing, which is definitely not something that can be raised by an ordinary family."
Aristocratic bearing and elegant manners are not innate, but acquired through the cultivation of large amounts of money. Only after years and months, when aristocratic manners are engraved in one's bones, can one do it fluently, elegantly and perfectly. Even drinking from large bowls of wine does not appear vulgar. It is obvious that Fu Lin is such a person.
"How could someone who possesses the Cangshan Moyun be an ordinary person?" Feng Qingchen never thought that Fu Lin was an ordinary person, so she never trusted Fu Lin wholeheartedly.
"Speaking of Cangshan Moyun, I checked some time ago and found a suspicious point. After this horse was stolen, it changed hands several times and fell into the hands of a minor official. The minor official then sent the horse to me as a tribute. Originally, this was nothing, but when I checked carefully, I found that the person who stole the horse and the people who handled it had disappeared. In other words, this horse was sent to me with premeditation." Wang Jinling sent a message to Zhai Dongming while he was on the way, asking him to check the horse and Fu Lin, but he found nothing. It was because he found nothing that people became suspicious.
Fu Lin seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Is he trying to get close to me or the Ninth Prince? If so, why would he give the horse to you instead of to me or the Ninth Prince?" Feng Qingchen was not surprised, but was only surprised why Fu Lin wanted to follow Zhai Dongming's path.
"It's not easy to give the horse to you and the Ninth Prince. He can't find a good excuse and can't avoid suspicion. Give it to me, and then I will give it to you. How can you doubt it? When it is mentioned later, just think of it as a coincidence.
Besides, I have been looking for a good horse before, and I want to give one to you. Your riding skills are unparalleled in the world. If I get Cangshan Moyun, I will give it to you in nine out of ten times. Even if I don’t give it to you, I will give it to the Ninth Uncle. After all, I can’t keep a horse like Cangshan Moyun. "
Zhai Dongming recalled the look in Feng Qingchen's eyes when she looked at the Ferghana horse and Cangshan Moyun in the zoo. At that time, he was thinking that if one day he could conquer Nanling and Xiling, he would definitely catch the best horse for Feng Qingchen. So when he saw Fu Lin's Cangshan Moyun, Zhai Dongming accepted it even though he knew it was not a legitimate horse. According to Feng Qingchen's riding skills, only a horse like Cangshan Moyun was worthy of her.
Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I didn't know you had this idea. Why did you want to find a horse for me?"
Zhai Dongming was very calm and not at all embarrassed: "You are a good rider, and an ordinary horse cannot show your good riding skills. Besides, if you want to give a gift, of course you have to give a good one, what else can you do." Zhai Dongming really had no other thoughts and simply admired Feng Qingchen's horsemanship.
Feng Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of what Zhai Dongming had said some time ago about getting married. He thought to himself that he was thinking too much and really thought that everyone loved him and flowers bloomed wherever he went.
"Good riding skills do not necessarily require a good horse to be demonstrated. Besides, I don't need a horse now, so don't bother with me." Feng Qingchen refused without leaving a trace, and then changed the subject and returned to the main topic: "So, Fu Lin's goal is to get close to me, but what does he want to do when he gets close to me? There is nothing on me that is worth his attention."
Zhai Dongming smiled indifferently: "It's just a horse, why would you worry so much about it. As for Fu Lin approaching you, Jin Ling's analysis is that Fu Lin probably wants to meet the Ninth Prince or someone else through you. After all, everyone around you is a smart person, and it's hard to approach them. It's best for you to do it. As long as you gain your trust, both the Ninth Prince and Jin Ling will not be too defensive against Fu Lin."
"It seems so..." Feng Qingchen thought of Fu Lin's performance at the prefect's mansion in Yishui City.
Even in such a dangerous situation, he chose to go out with her. Wasn't it just to make her trust him? If it weren't for today's coincidence, she would have put aside her previous doubts sooner or later, believed Fu Lin, and let Fu Lin get close to her and the people around her.
When Feng Qingchen thought about Fu Lin approaching her with ulterior motives, she felt a chill all over her body...