771 The Ninth Prince Finally Eats the Meal Made by Feng Qingchen

Although the two sides did not start fighting, the murderous intent was already aroused. Facing Wei Hua's sarcasm, the Ninth Prince did not care and directly retorted: "Master Wei, you are too polite. Speaking of prestige, how can I be compared with the notorious Jinyiwei?"

Although the Jinyiwei of Xiling and the Xueyiwei of Dongling are the emperor's confidants, they do not have a good reputation in the hearts of both the people and the officials.

Except for the emperor, everyone else fears and hates these two terrorist organizations.

If the Ninth Prince had been making insinuations before, he was now openly cursing. The leader named Wei Hua had a fierce light in his eyes. He placed the sword in front of the Ninth Prince and threatened, "As long as we can catch the Ninth Prince of Dongling, it doesn't matter if he is notorious. As long as you surrender, I can let you suffer less."

"Capture me? Just you?" The Ninth Prince showed disdain in his eyes. At the same time, he secretly praised the Emperor of Xiling for making a good move. It would be far more beneficial to capture him alive than to kill him.

"Uncle Ninth Prince, you overestimate yourself. I can take you down on my own. Dong Lingjiu, do you think this is Dong Ling where you can do whatever you want? Today I will let you see how powerful the Xiling Jinyiwei are." Without any warning, Wei Hua suddenly drew his sword and rushed forward.

Without any tricks, only pure strength and speed, Wei Hua leaped up, holding the sword with both hands and slashing from top to bottom.

They said they wanted to capture the Ninth Prince alive, but this move was full of murderous intent. If the Ninth Prince didn't dodge it, he would have died.

Whoosh... The sword energy cut through the void, and Feng Qingchen only felt a strong force rushing towards her, making her unable to move...

Damn, the opponent is so strong.

A hint of worry flashed across Feng Qingchen's eyes. She gritted her teeth, withstood the oppressive sword energy, raised the gun in her hand, and tried to shoot the other party, but the other party's movements were too fast, leaving her no chance to aim accurately.

The Ninth Prince was multitasking. He noticed that Feng Qingchen was affected by Wei Hua's sword energy, and quickly pushed Feng Qingchen to the back: "Be careful."

"Bang..." Feng Qingchen took a step back, and the aim he had finally found was off, and the bullet hit the wall, sending out a burst of sparks.

By the time Feng Qingchen stood firm, the Ninth Prince had already drawn out the long soft sword from his waist, and with a "clang", he blocked Wei Hua's attack.

There was a flash of surprise in Wei Hua's eyes. He obviously hadn't expected that the Ninth Prince's cultivation was so high. No wonder he dared to come to Xiling alone.

The opportunity has come!

Feng Qingchen had no time to aim, he raised his gun and shot at Wei Hua. Wei Hua had just seen sparks flashing on the wall, and knew that the hidden weapon in Feng Qingchen's hand should not be underestimated. He pointed his toes, turned around and retreated, but his movements were fast, and Feng Qingchen's movements were even faster.

"Bang, bang..." Feng Qingchen didn't care at all whether it would waste bullets or not, and kept pulling the trigger at Wei Hua.

"Puff, puff..." Three of the five bullets hit Wei Hua's shoulder blade. Feng Qingchen was very satisfied with the result. He unloaded the magazine with a snap and said to the Ninth Uncle in a cold voice, "Cover me."

"Okay." The Ninth Prince responded without even thinking.

Feng Qingchen at this moment was very similar to when he was commanding the battle in Xuanxiao Palace. He was calm and stern, without emotion or hesitation. He was like a fighting machine, aiming to destroy his opponent.

"Go! Kill the woman, and the Ninth Prince must be alive." Wei Hua was injured and fell into the crowd, and immediately gave the order.

"yes."

Those who came today are all good fighters of the Imperial Guard. Their purpose is very simple, that is to capture the Ninth Prince at all costs. It will be difficult to capture him if they let him leave Xiling.

"Although I like Xiling, you can't keep me here." The Ninth Prince raised his sword and charged directly into the crowd like a wolf into a flock of sheep. Although these people were masters of the Jinyiwei, they were no match for the Ninth Prince. If he hadn't been concerned about Feng Qingchen, he would have killed them directly.

Pah… After preparing the magazine, Feng Qingchen held the gun in one hand and supported it with the other, and took a step forward: “You can go now.”

"Hold my hand." The Ninth Prince switched the sword to his left hand, and the two of them clasped their fingers together and walked side by side. The alley was only wide enough for two people to walk together.

With the Ninth Prince leading the way, Feng Qingchen didn't have to worry at all. He just needed to aim at the target and shoot.

"Bang, bang..." Every bullet hit the opponent's forehead. After being shot, he didn't even have the ability to fight back and fell directly to the ground.

"I underestimated you." Wei Hua had already dug out the bullet from his shoulder blade. With a pale face, he looked at his Ninth Uncle Feng Qingchen who had rushed out to kill him, feeling hatred in his heart.

"No, you overestimate yourself." Feng Qingchen said sarcastically, and moved his hand, with the black muzzle of the gun pointed at Wei Hua again. Having suffered a loss once, Wei Hua was prepared and dodged with a step.

"I will not make the same mistake twice." There were only five of the twenty Jinyi Guards left, and he was injured. Wei Hua knew they had no chance of winning, and he...

I don't want to stay here and die.

Wei Hua no longer wanted to fight, and jumped onto the wall.

"Want to run? No way." Feng Qingchen had been staring at Wei Hua. Seeing that Wei Hua was about to escape, Feng Qingchen hurriedly shot at him. Unfortunately, Wei Hua had learned his lesson this time and had already avoided the vital parts. After firing several shots, Feng Qingchen only shot Wei Hua's calf. Wei Hua ignored the pain and ran away with the injury.

"Bastard, he actually let him get away." Feng Qingchen was very annoyed, and he vented his anger by firing at the remaining Jinyiwei, five shots in a row, and every shot hit the vital points.

That action, that look, was so domineering. The Ninth Prince secretly reminded himself not to make Feng Qingchen angry in the future, because this girl was really scary when she got angry.

"Walk."

All the people were dead, and the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen did not stay any longer. They walked out quickly. They did not dare to run to crowded places with blood all over their bodies, so they walked towards a remote place.

Passing by a very dilapidated clothing shop, the two men went in through the back door, changed into clean clothes, and continued on their way. The owner of the clothing shop did not say a word from beginning to end, nor did he ask them for money.

"Where to go next?" Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince ran for most of the day. Although they did not leave the city, they went further and further away. They did not see any human figures for most of the day.

"Rest for a night, then go find Zuo'an." The Ninth Prince brought Feng Qingchen to a thatched cottage. The cottage was empty and no one lived there, but it had everything you need, including rice, vegetables and so on.

Feng Qingchen finally understood what it meant to have three burrows. It seemed that the Ninth Prince had many places in Xiling.

With food and shelter, Feng Qingchen had nothing to worry about. It was just that the Ninth Prince overestimated Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen had no cooking skills at all.

The first time I cooked snake soup, I threw all the snake meat into the pot. The second time I cooked pig brains, I also had the chef to guide me throughout the process. This time, there were no outsiders, so everything depended on me, so...

The only thing the Ninth Prince could eat was hard rice. As for the dishes? They were so black that you couldn't tell what they were. Fortunately, the taste was okay, at least the saltiness was moderate. The Ninth Prince sat down expressionlessly, picked up the rice bowl and started eating.

Feng Qingchen wanted to explain that it wasn't that she was a bad cook, it was that she didn't control the heat well. It was a big stove, and it was her first time using it. She didn't know how much firewood she needed to put in to heat the pot, and then...

Anyway, the result turned out like this. Feng Qingchen now only hoped that the Ninth Prince's stomach would be strong. If that didn't work, she would just prescribe some stomach medicine for him...

A word to readers: I will update six chapters today. As for whether I can update more, it depends on whether I can finish it during the day today... Woohoo, I have been telling the editor that I will only update twice. I am really too tired. But seeing your urging for updates and your powerful monthly votes, I can't help but give up again...