The fact that Su Wenqing was rejected by several aristocratic families could not hide it. You can tell that after asking about it, he went to the courtyard where Feng Qingchen lived, but it could not hide it.

After leaving Feng Qingchen's courtyard, Su Wenqing went to the aristocratic families that rejected him and directly convinced them.

If this matter is purely a coincidence, it has nothing to do with Feng Qingchen. If you don’t believe it if you kill Duke An of Nanling Jinfan, they can be sure that Feng Qingchen controls the whole thing, of course, the reason is to revenge them.

So Feng Qingchen was in trouble. Although this matter was really what she proposed, she was not the one who implemented the specific implementation and the one who benefited the most. However, when revenge, those people only stared at her.

The persimmons were so soft that Nanling Jinfan and Duke Zhenguo did not dare to attack Su Wenqing at this time. If they hit Su Wenqing, they would beat Wang Xie and other families, and the Duke Ning Guoguo and others in the faces.

Although Nanling Jinfan and Duke Zhenguo did not know each other, they seemed to have made an appointment to take revenge on Feng Qingchen.

The amputation surgery on Xiling Tianyu was secretly performed, so the time they agreed on was at night. When the time came, Feng Qingchen would pack up his things and wait for someone to pick her up.

"Uncle Nine Emperor?" Feng Qingchen didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperor would come to pick her up in person. He was a little surprised. It seemed that Uncle Nine Emperor attached great importance to Xiling Tianyu.

Tonight, the Nine Emperor took off his luxurious brocade clothes, dressed in black clothes cleanly, and swept the deep black eyes around the room, and finally landed on Feng Qingchen's surgical box: "Go."

If Su Wenqing hadn't carefully investigated, he wouldn't have seen that Feng Qingchen suffered such great grievances in Yongchang's Mansion yesterday, and Feng Qingchen had concealed it so well.

Ahem... Another beautiful misunderstanding.

Feng Qingchen nodded and lifted the surgical box to signal Uncle Jiuhuang to lead the way. Uncle Jiuhuang reached out to carry the surgical box on Feng Qingchen's hand.

A little cold big hand covered the back of Feng Qingchen's hand. Feng Qingchen was stunned and did not let go. She was not used to handing the surgical box to others, but Uncle Jiuhuang insisted and held the handle and refused to let go.

The eyes met and they did not compromise. The two of them were just like this. Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes in anger. She didn't want to waste her time on such meaningless things.

So, you won, Uncle Nine Emperor!

Feng Qingchen let go of his hand. Uncle Nine Emperor carried the medicine box with satisfaction, but found that his hand sank and almost didn't lift it steadily. Fortunately, Uncle Nine Emperor reacted quickly, so he was not ashamed in front of Feng Qingchen.

It's so heavy? Uncle Jiuhuang frowned. It would be very difficult for Qingchen to carry it. No wonder she often has a sore wrist. It seems that she has to pick a reliable person and put it next to Feng Qingchen. It's okay not to say anything else to carry the medicine box for her.

As soon as Feng Qingchen and the Nine Emperor went out, they found that there were a group of men in black guards outside. Feng Qingchen felt relieved. It was always unsafe to travel at night. If there were more people to protect, she would be at ease. If she encountered assassination or something, she would no longer have to fight desperately.

The group quickly disappeared into the courtyard of the west district and walked all the way out of the city. Feng Qingchen thought he was physically stubborn, but it was still quite difficult to catch up with the Nine Emperor Uncle.

After running five streets, Feng Qingchen began to breathe. Even if she tried her best to adjust her breathing, she could not make her messy steps calm. At this time, she was glad that the medicine box was in the hands of Uncle Jiuhuang, otherwise it would be good that she could run the street with the medicine box.

Doctors are really a physical job. Feng Qingchen used to run around with the medicine box. Sometimes he even had to walk for a few days to reach his destination. But no matter how fast he was at that time, he was not as fast as these masters.

"It's useless." Uncle Nine Emperor seemed to notice Feng Qingchen's strangeness. Although he said that, his speed slowed down a lot. He forgot the woman behind him and did not understand martial arts.

Feng Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his breath and continued to move forward. At the same time, he secretly decided that he must strengthen his exercise after going back. The doctor's physical condition should not be poor, otherwise how to stand on the operating table for dozens of hours.

Feng Qingchen didn't know that the man in black who was escorting them had always looked at her with admiration.

Doctor Feng is so powerful that he can keep up with his master's speed. You must know that these martial artists are extremely difficult to keep up with his master's speed.

However, the master's speed slowed down, but the average man couldn't keep up, but Dr. Feng could keep up steadily, and it was not difficult to keep up.

Not far from the city gate, Uncle Jiuhuang stopped, took a bag from the hand of the person beside him and threw it to Feng Qingchen: "Put it on."

He also pulled up the hat behind the clothes, and was wrapped in black clothes from head to toe. In addition, the Nine Emperors deliberately hid their breath, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the night.

Is this a transformation? The effect is really obvious. It is impossible to tell that the man in black is the Nine Emperor Uncle.

Feng Qingchen put on his clothes, and like the Nine Emperor Uncle, pulled up the hat behind the clothes and put himself in black clothes. The man in black around her did the same. The group was like ghosts, shuttled through the dark night.

A group of black shadows moved rapidly in the dark night, and the picture was indescribable. If Feng Qingchen hadn't known that there were people around her, she would have suspected that she had met a ghost.

She is an atheist, but since the smart medical kit brought her to this place, she believed that there might be some special power in this world, such as her supernatural power that had not yet awakened.

Alas, I don’t know if this body has superpowers. Feng Qingchen felt a little regretful. She wanted to know what her superpowers were.

The group soon arrived at the city gate. When the soldiers guarding the city stepped forward, the Nine Emperor took out a token and shook it in front of the people guarding the city: "The Shenji is working on the business, open the city gate."

The front of the token is a big word "god" and the back of it is a giant dragon.

Shenji Camp, the largest dark force in the Dongling Royal Family, is currently controlled by Prince Su and the Nine Emperors.

"Yes." The soldiers guarding the city did not even ask any extra questions, and immediately opened the small door beside the city gate. After the Nine Emperor Uncle and his group disappeared, the small gate closed again, and everything seemed to have never happened.

Three miles away from the city gate, the subordinates of the Nine Emperor Uncle brought eighteen horses there. After the two sides connected and determined their identities, the Nine Emperor Uncle sent nine people out to "do the job", leaving seven guards and Feng Qingchen.

"Get on the horse." The Nine Emperor Uncle turned over and reached out to Feng Qingchen with his right hand, signaling Feng Qingchen to ride with him.

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Feng Qingchen shook his head and refused, took out a pair of gloves from his sleeve and put them on, picked a horse at will, and sat down.

The Nine Emperor's face changed immediately. Fortunately, there was a black-clad package, so I couldn't tell it.

How could there be one more horse arranged by whom?

The Nine Emperor Uncle was angry and glared at the person guarding the horse here, and the person guarding the horse was so scared that he didn't dare to speak.

Woo woo woo woo woo... He originally wanted to tell the Ninth Emperor that the horse that Feng Qingchen rode was his mount. Can Feng Qingchen return it to him? He didn't want to chase the horse...

Feng Qingchen's refusal made the Nine Emperor depressed, but he still had to do what he should do. When the Nine Emperor lifted the horse whip and was about to ride the horse forward, the horse under his seat suddenly started to noise, raised its horse's hooves uneasy, making a humming and hissing sound, and there were also whispering sounds in the grass on both sides of the path...

"There is an assassin!" Uncle Nine Emperor pulled out the soft sword from his waist, and a sharpness flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!