770 Fat Sheep, We Must Capture the Ninth Emperor Alive

How could the Ninth Prince refuse a beauty who threw herself at him? He fiddled with his hairpin slowly and said calmly, "The spy from Xiling is not bad."

"We've been discovered?" Feng Qingchen asked in surprise.

They've only been here for one day and they've already been discovered. What's the point of them dressing up in costumes?

"Um."

"So is the plan going to change?"

"Why should it change? Once you've discovered it, you've discovered it." The Ninth Prince put the hairpin in place and withdrew his hand.

Feng Qingchen did not ask any more questions and asked the vendor to bring him a bronze mirror. He looked at it casually twice. Although the vendor was startled by the cold eyes of the Ninth Prince, every businessman has some knowledge. When he saw Feng Qingchen picked up the bronze mirror, he praised it for a long time.

Feng Qingchen had originally planned to buy it, since she didn't have much money anyway. But before she could open her mouth, the Ninth Prince spoke first: "Buy it."

"Well, you have a very good taste, sir. There is only one plum blossom hairpin like this, and it is carved with top quality craftsmanship..."

The vendor kept introducing how good this hairpin was, and the Ninth Prince interrupted impatiently: "How much silver?"

silver?

The peddler's eyes lit up, he had met a fat sheep like Daitou, and he opened his mouth and offered money.

The peddler looked at Feng Qingchen, then at the Ninth Prince, swallowed his saliva, and said boldly, "Two taels of silver."

This wooden hairpin was worth at most ten copper coins. Two taels of silver could buy everything on his stall, and he still couldn't make the change.

As a result, Jiu thought it was a good deal and didn't even bargain. He was ready to pay with silver, but he realized, "I didn't bring any silver."

After changing his clothes, the Ninth Prince didn't have the habit of carrying money with him when he went out, so he stood in front of the stall awkwardly.

This seemed to be the first time he accompanied Feng Qingchen to the street and bought things for Feng Qingchen, but the result was...

The Ninth Prince looked at the hairpin on Feng Qingchen's head. He had put it on Feng Qingchen himself. Even if he wanted to take it off, he couldn't let others buy it.

But he has no money on him, should he just rob him?

The Ninth Prince thought about it for a moment and felt that this method was feasible. He was about to pull Feng Qingchen up and leave, but Feng Qingchen suddenly laughed, pulled out his hand and took out his purse.

"I have it." Although she knew that the hairpin was not worth so much money, since the Ninth Prince wanted to buy it, Feng Qingchen still readily paid two taels of silver.

She said it was worth spending two taels of silver to see the embarrassing look on Ninth Prince's face.

The Ninth Prince is an expert at political schemes, but he is a novice in many things.

The peddler took the silver with a huge smile on his face. He kept praising them for their good taste, but in his heart he secretly cursed the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen as two prodigal sons and idiots.

As a result, Feng Qingchen, who was called a fool by him, pointed out his thoughts before leaving: "If you want to call us stupid, just say it directly. Not only are you dishonest in business, but you are also hypocritical. This hairpin is only worth ten coins, but you want two taels of silver from me. You really have the guts to ask for it."

After saying this, Feng Qingchen took the Ninth Prince away, leaving the vendor standing in front of the stall in amazement, his face turning red and blue.

I thought I had met a fool, but he turned out to be a smart guy. The peddler suddenly found that the two taels of silver in his hand were very hot.

The Ninth Prince also noticed that his ears were burning. After walking out of the street, he couldn't help but ask, "Since you knew it was only worth ten cents, why did you buy it?"

As far as he knew, Feng Qingchen was not the kind of person who would spend money like that.

"I'm happy." Feng Qingchen let go of the Ninth Uncle's hand, turned back and smiled.

Uh... The Ninth Prince was so upset that he suddenly realized that women were really scary creatures. They could be unhappy when they said they were unhappy, and happy when they said they were happy, without any sign beforehand.

Okay, as long as Feng Qingchen is happy, it’s just two taels of silver anyway.

Eh... that's not right. He was going to give it to Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen paid for it herself. The Ninth Prince was depressed and decided to go back and ask Su Wenqing to notify his craftsmen to make a batch of plum blossom hairpins.

The two were not happy for long before they discovered that the number of people following them suddenly increased by more than ten times. They looked at each other, nodded, and walked towards a secluded place tacitly.

The two didn't stop until they reached a deserted dead end.

"I've been following you all the way, come out now!"

This road can only be used for entry but not exit, which is a dead end for them. But at the same time, they don't have to worry about being attacked from the front and back. They just need to concentrate on dealing with the enemies in front of them.

"Hah! Hah! Hah!"

The killer move arrived before the person came out. Three arrows were fired in a row, each with great force, towards the faces of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen knew that he was not good at avoiding sharp arrows, so he quickly followed the Ninth Prince and stuck to the wall.

Three arrows were shot into the air, and the opponent still had no intention of showing up, so three more arrows were shot. This time the arrows were shot against the wall, and the arrowheads brushed against the wall, flashing sparks, but it did not affect the speed. It can be seen that the opponent is definitely a master of archery.

Shit... Where did this person come from? He started fighting without even saying hello. This is totally against the principles of fighting.

The arrow came too fast. The opponent knew she was weak, so he shot the arrow only at her. Feng Qingchen dodged it in a somewhat awkward manner.

"Didn't they say that assassins don't enter the imperial city? What's going on here?" Feng Qingchen found that the other party seemed to be coming for her and suspected that they were not from Xiling. After all, wherever she went now, there were people who wanted to kill her.

"Not a killer." The Ninth Prince held Feng Qingchen in his arms, reached out to catch the arrow that was shot at him at a very fast speed, and then turned around and struck at the opponent.

puff……

Feng Qingchen heard the sound of blood spurting out and knew that the Ninth Prince had shot the other person. He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly pulled out his gun, pulled the safety, held the gun with both hands, and leaned behind the Ninth Prince.

Dong, dong, dong... The sound of footsteps rang out, and more than twenty people suddenly poured into the small alley. The leading man held a sword in both hands, looking lazy and nonchalant. There was no trace of murderous aura on his body, as if he was there to watch the fun.

The man beside him held a bow in his left hand, his right arm was bloodshot, and his eyes were filled with cold hatred, like a poisonous snake.

Feng Qingchen knew that this man was the one who had just shot the arrow in secret. Judging from the wound on his hand, he must have been crippled by the Ninth Prince. Even if he healed, he would not be able to pull the bow in his hand.

Feng Qingchen quietly hid her gun in her sleeve and pointed it at the man with the sword in both hands. For some reason, she felt that this man without murderous intent was the most terrifying.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath. She knew that no matter who the other party was, there would be a fierce battle ahead.

The Ninth Prince moved a step unnoticeably, protecting Feng Qingchen behind him, and looked at him with contempt: "The Jinyiwei of Xiling always likes to assassinate people. Jinyiwei actually sent out the number one assassin Wei Hua. This king is deeply honored."

The Ninth Prince was mocking Xiling for making a fuss out of nothing.

The man holding the sword in both hands was startled. He did not expect that the Ninth Prince recognized him at a glance. After sweeping away his laziness just now, Wei Hua threw the sword to his left hand and dared not underestimate the Ninth Prince anymore: "It is better to meet in person than to hear about it. Today I finally met the legendary Ninth Prince of Dongling. He is indeed like a god, but this dress..." Wei Hua shook his head with a look of regret: "Ninth Prince, aren't you afraid that this dress will bring down your reputation?"

Wei Hua sarcastically said that the Ninth Prince was from Dongling, but he was dressed in Xiling's clothes, which damaged the national prestige of Dongling...

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