710 Warning: Don't pick wild flowers on the roadside

When you enter a place, you must follow the local customs. Since you are leaving the city secretly and blending into the underworld, of course you must act like a gangster and integrate into the underworld.

The Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling changed their high-profile and luxurious lifestyle in the imperial city. They put on casual clothes, restrained their noble airs, and dressed like chivalrous knights.

Unfortunately... a young man is a young man, and a rough man is a rough man. A young man who grew up wearing fine clothes and silk can never dress up as a rough man. When the two put on coarse clothes, they are still young men from big families, but...

The long swords in their hands made the two men less elegant and more fierce, and they looked like disciples of famous and upright sects traveling around.

As for Feng Qingchen?

Forget about disguising as a man. No matter how a woman pretends, she can't look like a man. She doesn't have the height or the aura to be qualified. Feng Qingchen never thought of disguising as a man. She just wanted to dress herself up as the eldest daughter of a famous family and go out with her two brothers. But...

I don't know if it's because the other person's aura is too strong or her aura is too weak, but no matter how you look at her, she looks like a little follower. Walking between the Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling, she completely destroyed the momentum of the two young masters and lowered their status.

Feng Qingchen also wanted to correct herself, but the Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling's aura was too strong, which directly overshadowed her brilliance. She had to... since she couldn't compare to them, she would just be a quiet follower. Anyway, now was not her chance to show up.

Yes... The reason why Feng Qingchen turned from a young lady into a little follower was because of her dress. In order not to expose herself too early, Feng Qingchen directly smeared her face with black, and then... drew a scar on her face, which was not obvious but could make people not look at her a second time.

Her face is both an advantage and a curse. She believes that the Palace Master of Xuanxiao Palace should not know of her existence yet, but the Palace Master's wife of Xuanxiao Palace must know.

She looks very similar to Xuan Fei. Whether the purpose is to silence her or to vent her anger for Xuan Fei, the lady of the Palace Master of Xuan Xiao Palace will not let her go to Xuan Xiao Palace alive.

In the imperial city, it was difficult for the wife of the Palace Master of Xuanxiao Palace to kill her. But once she left the city, entered the martial arts world, and entered the sphere of influence of Xuanxiao Palace, it would not be so difficult for the wife of the Palace Master of Xuanxiao Palace to kill her. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Feng Qingchen covered her face as soon as she left the city.

When the Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling saw her appearance, they were both shocked. The Ninth Prince said directly, "You don't believe that I can protect you?"

The Ninth Prince almost told her to wash her face, but Feng Qingchen refused to cooperate: "What's wrong with this? The things I put on my face won't hurt it and can also prevent freezing. If I go out in this cold weather and my face gets frozen, it will really be a loss.

Besides, if I disguise myself a little, I can not only avoid unnecessary trouble, but also avoid attracting scoundrels because of my appearance. Do you two want to do it? You two will be very attractive to girls if you look like this. The reason why Jin Ling and Xuan Xiao Palace have a grudge is because of that face."

The New Year is approaching, and Feng Qingchen doesn't want to go out with a frostbitten face.

"Thank you Qingchen, but I don't need you. There is only one woman like Xuanfei." Wang Jinling declined politely. Wang Jinling has his own pride. Even if he thinks that his face is likely to cause trouble for women, he will not say it out loud, and he will not disguise his appearance for this reason.

In Feng Qingchen's eyes, this was a way to avoid trouble, but to them it was a sign of cowardice and lack of confidence. Since he was going out as Wang Jinling, he would never disguise his face unless he went out with another new identity.

The Ninth Prince glanced at Feng Qingchen from left to right, and finally turned his face away and said, "It's fine as long as you like it."

It was probably Feng Qingchen's last sentence that worked, and the Ninth Prince agreed to let Feng Qingchen disguise himself. As for himself?

Since he went to Xuanxiao Palace as the Ninth Prince of Dongling, he would not change his appearance again.

Feng Qingchen passed the costume test and was ready to set off. Before setting off, Wang Jinling rode his horse to Feng Qingchen's side and took out a pair of furry gloves: "Qingchen, put them on, don't let your hands get frostbitten."

Feng Qingchen was wearing a set of leather gloves for riding. They were light and easy to use, but their warmth retention was average. The gloves Wang Jinling gave Feng Qingchen were definitely super warm.

If it wasn’t a good thing, Wang Jinling wouldn’t take it out.

Well……

Feng Qingchen stretched out her hand and was about to take it, but she felt a chill coming towards her. She raised her head and looked in the direction of the chill, just in time to meet the Ninth Prince's icy eyes. Feng Qingchen was so scared that she almost retracted her hand.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" Feng Qingchen was slow to answer. Wang Jinling knew what was going on but pretended not to know. He reminded her with words. His gentle eyes flashed with expectation, which made people unable to refuse.

"No, it's very good, very beautiful." Feng Qingchen had no choice but to take it under Wang Jinling's gentle strength: "Thank you Jinling, I like it very much. It's not cold now. I will wear it when it gets colder."

Under tremendous pressure, Feng Qingchen took Wang Jin's gloves, but did not dare to take them out. He could only put them in his bag. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince did not care too much, and everyone continued on their way.

Because the three of them were afraid of rushing, and it was so cold that they couldn't walk fast even if they hurried, the three of them were quite leisurely along the way, and people who didn't know them would think they were out for fun.

Wang Jinling was knowledgeable and experienced, and he knew a thing or two about humanities and geography. Along the way, he introduced Feng Qingchen to the scenery and customs of the people along the way.

The Ninth Prince was walking in front alone, his back straight, with an indifferent and arrogant look, but looking at his pricked ears, one could tell that he was always paying attention to the two people behind him, but the two people behind him were talking to themselves and ignoring his existence.

Most of the day had passed, and the two were still talking about sex with great enthusiasm. The Ninth Prince was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Did Feng Qingchen notice his existence?

As a result… the Ninth Prince discovered tragically that Feng Qingchen hadn’t noticed whether he was unhappy or not. In anger, the Ninth Prince sped forward…

Feng Qingchen was also quite interested in these things, and would ask a few pertinent questions from time to time. The two of them soon became more and more excited in their conversation, and then...

They simply forgot about the Ninth Prince and let him walk ahead alone. When they found him, the Ninth Prince was gone.

Well……

The two of them tacitly stopped talking and hurriedly rode their horses to catch up. As a result, they found that the Ninth Prince's horse was parked outside the teahouse. As for where the Ninth Prince was, the two of them had not yet found him.

The two men looked at each other and tacitly accelerated to the teahouse. The horses were here and the Ninth Prince should be nearby as well.

Wang Jinling was not in a hurry, but he knew Feng Qingchen was anxious, so he matched Feng Qingchen's speed and quickly rushed to the teahouse.

The two men dismounted and handed the horses to the waiter, asking him to feed the horses some water and feed. As soon as they stepped into the teahouse, they heard a group of big men talking loudly about the affairs of Xuanxiao Palace.

"How do you think a royal family, an aristocratic family, and a martial arts sect can fight? A contest of power or a contest of martial arts? I really don't understand why this martial arts sect has a grudge with the royal family."

In the mountain shed, several men were drinking hot tea together. They were wearing rat-skin coats and there were a few rusty knives on the table. Judging from their attire, they should be gangsters who were doing poorly.

Feng Qingchen ignored them and looked for the Ninth Uncle in the teahouse...