778 took the bait and climbed over the wall in the middle of the night

Feng Qingchen explained to Zuo An how to use the parachute in detail, repeatedly reminded him of the things to pay attention to, and asked Zuo An to repeat it again to make sure he remembered it all before Feng Qingchen said to jump.

For someone who has tried skydiving, a building over 80 meters high is nothing. Feng Qingchen didn't even feel the slightest bit of fear. However, the Ninth Prince and Zuo An were quite worried about her. After all, they didn't know whether the parachute Feng Qingchen mentioned was useful or not.

Feng Qingchen didn't care at all: "Don't worry, you won't die from the fall. If you do die from the fall, you can just use my body to claim the reward."

Hearing this, the Ninth Prince's face turned dark, but Zuo An's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly, saying that this was more cost-effective than a deal. He even urged Feng Qingchen to jump quickly and be careful when jumping. In case the parachute didn't work, he must protect his head with both hands.

After hearing this, Feng Qingchen was quite grateful to Zuo An. She felt that the time they had spent together was not in vain and that they had developed some feelings for each other. However, Zuo An's next words made Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince very angry.

Zuo An said: "If you smash your head, it will be troublesome to prove your identity and it will be difficult to collect the reward."

It would be fine if this was a joke, but Zuo An looked so serious and definitely not joking, Feng Qingchen was so depressed.

"Don't worry, even if you die, I won't. I'll jump for you to see." Feng Qingchen was so angry that he gritted his teeth. After he finished speaking, he jumped down.

"Feng Qingchen." Feng Qingchen jumped so suddenly that the Ninth Prince was startled and quickly jumped down, trying to grab Feng Qingchen's arm.

"Feng Qingchen, reach out your hand." The Ninth Prince fell straight down, the wind whistling in his ears, but he insisted on reaching out his hand, trying to grab Feng Qingchen.

"I'm fine. Remember what I told you. Pull the rope quickly." The Ninth Prince's action also scared Feng Qingchen, but now they were in mid-air, and the two of them couldn't say much. They could only mind their own business.

"Snap." Feng Qingchen opened the parachute, floating in the sky like a mushroom, pulling Feng Qingchen and slowing down his descent.

When the Ninth Prince saw that Feng Qingchen was fine, he calmed down. With a snap, he opened his parachute and, like Feng Qingchen, floated in the air and slowly fell down.

"Hey, it really works." Although it was dark, Zuo An could still see everything clearly with his ability. Seeing the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen leisurely floating in the air, Zuo An's heart moved, and he jumped up. He opened the parachute in mid-air, and landed one after Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince.

Pah… Zuo An landed steadily on the ground with a parachute on his back. He climbed up excitedly: "Feng Qingchen, are you okay? Are you really okay?"

"Are you happy that I'm fine?" Feng Qingchen put away the parachute and handed it to the Ninth Uncle. He then stepped forward to take off the parachute on Zuo An, but Zuo An refused to agree: "Feng Qingchen, this is mine, this is mine, you can't take it."

"When did this parachute become yours? Zuo An, I never said I would give you the parachute, nor did I say I would let you keep it. I just let you try jumping. Now that you're done jumping, I've won, so you should return everything to me." Feng Qingchen cooperated and stopped fighting. She just stretched out her hand to ask Zuo An for the pistol, and at the same time motioned for Zuo An to take off the parachute himself and return it to her.

"You..." The facts were in front of him, and Zuo An had no chance to quibble, but he really couldn't bear to do so. Zuo An held on to the parachute tightly, clearly unwilling to return it to Feng Qingchen.

"What about me? Zuo An, we have a gentleman's agreement. Now give my things back to me. I'm leaving." Feng Qingchen said with a smile, but no matter how Zuo An looked at it, he felt that Feng Qingchen's smile deserved a beating.

"Feng Qingchen, are you deliberately deceiving me?" Zuo An couldn't find a reason and said angrily.

"What did I cheat you of? You agreed to it before we made the bet. What? Can't you afford to lose? If you can't afford to lose, then forget it. It's just a gun and a broken parachute. I have better things than these, so it doesn't matter if I give them to you. Uncle Ninth, let's go." Feng Qingchen left without paying any attention to Zuo An.

The Ninth Prince blinked his long eyelashes to hide the smile in his eyes. He believed that Zuo An would catch up.

The Ninth Prince dragged Feng Qing Fa Chen out of the city, leaving Zuo An standing alone, wondering whether to follow them or not.

While they were struggling on the left bank, Xiling's Jinyiwei quickly caught up with the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. They did not take action in the city, but waited until the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen left the city before taking action.

Because of the capture of the Ninth Prince, the Jinyiwei lost a lot of people and caused several serious casualties, especially the fire in the small hut, which burned more than 50 people alive. Such a big thing could not be concealed, so the civil servants who went to the capital began to attack the Jinyiwei.

The Jinyiwei suffered heavy casualties but gained nothing, and the emperor was very dissatisfied. He ordered the Jinyiwei to capture the Ninth Prince and at the same time pay attention to maintaining the law and order in Shangjing and not cause any trouble.

Therefore, the Jinyiwei kept their troops on hold for the past few days. After discovering the traces of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen, they did not take action immediately, but waited until they left Shangjing before taking action.

Anyway, it would not be difficult for them to capture the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen in Xiling's territory.

Although the tail behind him was professional, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were not pushovers. As soon as the tail behind him moved, they noticed it. When their eyes met, everything was self-explanatory.

Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince pretended not to know and continued walking towards the city gate. Seeing that the other party had not taken any action yet, they guessed that they were preparing to take action outside the city. Once outside the city, the Xiling Jinyiwei would have no say.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen paused briefly at the city gate. Knowing that there was an ambush outside the city, the two had no plans to turn back.

Whoosh... The Ninth Prince pressed lightly on his left arm, and a silver light flew out from his wrist and nailed to the city wall with a snap. The Ninth Prince pulled hard, and after making sure it was stuck, he picked up Feng Qingchen by the waist. With a whoosh, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen flew up to the city wall like immortals.

At the same time, a firework flew into the sky, and with a bang, like a meteor, it drew a streak of bright light in the sky. The Ninth Prince knew that this was a signal flare from the Xiling Jinyiwei, notifying the people outside the city to take action.

"What is this again?"

The people of Jinyiwei thought that Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince used Qinggong to climb the city, but Zuo An understood that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen relied on external forces.

Okay, Zuo An admitted that he was interested. He was naturally interested in these strange things. If Feng Qingchen really had a lot of good things in his hands, he wouldn't mind returning the parachute and pistol to Feng Qingchen in order to get some good things.

Under the watchful eyes of the Jinyiwei, Zuo An lightly jumped onto the city wall and chased after the figures of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. He thought he would see the two of them being surrounded by Jinyiwei and in trouble, waiting for him, the great assassin, to rescue them, but in the end...