Not only Feng Si didn't understand what Feng Liye said, but Feng Zao and Li Huaxing also couldn't understand it.
On what basis do you decide?
What's more, this Ah Jiu, a person from the fishing village, said that he would stay here from time to time.
Although I don’t interact with you very much, I have definitely appeared here for many years.
How could a member of the royal family come to such a poor place to stay for a few days from time to time over the years?
Which member of the royal family can endure such hardship?
"They killed people from the government. It is not difficult to investigate, but the people from the government never came again."
If he is not a person so powerful that even the government is afraid of him, who can do this?
Feng Liye didn't want to continue explaining. He never liked explanations when doing things.
"I'm going to Prince Jin's Mansion." He started to leave.
The three of them gave chase.
Li Huaxing said anxiously: "Li Ye, do you suspect that Ah Jiu is the Ninth Prince?"
"I don't know." He doesn't like to draw conclusions about things he's not sure about.
Therefore, he needs to go there in person.
Even now, Feng Zao is still full of uneasiness: "Then, Qiqiao she..."
"If I guessed correctly, Qing'er must have also guessed that Ah Jiu is a big shot. In order to protect Qiqiao, she will find a way to let Ah Jiu take Qiqiao away."
A person who can prevent officers and soldiers from searching here must have great power and can protect Qiqiao's safety.
He thought about this issue from Chu Qingge's position. If it were him, he would also ask Ajiu to take Qiqiao back to heal his injuries.
However, he couldn't figure out how to get Ah Jiu to agree. That was the skill of a dead woman.
As for whether Ah Jiu is the Ninth Prince, he needs to visit Prince Jin's Mansion before he can make a conclusion.
He just had a strong feeling that the Ninth Prince was too mysterious.
And Ah Jiu is mysterious enough.
Nothing was possible or impossible, he didn't need to guess, he could just take a walk.
"Prince Jin's Mansion is heavily guarded. At this time, there is a Southern Jin traitor in the imperial city. I'm afraid..."
"I didn't intend to break in."
Feng Liye turned around and looked at Li Huaxing. She said such disturbing words, but her words were always so calm:
"I plan to go through the main door."
...Prince Li said he wanted to go through the main entrance.
Sure enough, more than half an hour later, that slender figure appeared at the gate of Prince Jin's Mansion.
Surrounded by a large group of secret guards who came from the dense forest, all of them were panting at this time, holding long swords, the tip of the sword pointed at Feng Liye, not daring to take a breath.
This man walked in from outside the forest. His walk seemed to be extremely slow and steady.
From the moment he walked into the woods, secret guards swarmed up to stop him, but no one could stop him all the way.
Secret guards have already entered and reported to the housekeeper of Prince Jin's Mansion.
But at this time, the housekeeper hadn't come out yet, and Feng Liyeren had already arrived at the gate.
"Bold maniac, don't take another step forward!"
More than a dozen guards blocked the door, and dozens of people surrounded him.
Feng Liye raised her eyes, and in her sight, the three big characters of Prince Jin's Mansion were not as majestic as she had imagined.
The handwriting is a bit sloppy, and it looks a bit lazy.
He suddenly took steps and walked up the steps.
"How outrageous!" More than a dozen people tightened their fingers and immediately rushed down with swords.
But at this moment, the door of Prince Jin's Mansion was suddenly opened with a bang from the inside.
Behind the housekeeper, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old walked quickly to Feng Liye: "Is the person here, Prince Li, the God of War of Chu State?"
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