"I wholeheartedly approached the prince to negotiate peace, also to reduce the casualties of my brothers."
"But you teamed up with your master to seriously injure my people, and even staged a deliberate ruse to prevent peace talks. What crime should you be guilty of?"
In the battle circle, just as Feng Jiuer's voice fell, there was a "pop", and then another woman's scream was heard.
"In order to protect myself, I gave your brother cartilage powder, but you said I was despicable."
"It's good for you. The arrows are poisoned, and even the long sword is smeared with poison. You are always thinking about killing me. You deserve to die!"
Another "pop" sound was heard, the sound of a hard slap in the face, and the exquisite low cry came from the battle circle again.
"The Ninth Prince has no intention of treason at all. His Majesty mistakenly believed the slander and asked the Crown Prince to send troops. I have reached a consensus with the Crown Prince, but it was disrupted by you and your master."
"You and Feng Qingyin ignored the lives and deaths of the people for your own selfish desires. What crime do you deserve?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer slapped Linglong hard again.
When Linglong lost her mind, Feng Jiuer snatched the long sword from her hand and kicked her again.
With a scream, Linglong fell down rapidly.
Feng Jiuer was even more rude and gave her a sword.
The guards looked at the man who was falling rapidly and made room for him.
"Since you like to play with poison like your master, I'll give you your sword back!"
Feng Jiuer's voice was still lingering in the forest, and a long sword was inserted into Linglong's chest that had just landed on the ground.
"If you can't die, go back and tell Feng Qingyin that I, Feng Jiu'er, will definitely avenge Jian Yi!"
After leaving a few words, Feng Jiuer turned around and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everything happened so suddenly that the guards did not react. Linglong was hit by her own sword and vomited blood.
She endured the severe pain, took out the antidote, stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it.
"Chase! We must catch her! Don't be deceived by this witch. It was Miss Qingyin who heard her with her own ears saying that the Ninth Prince was planning to rebel, and she wanted to be the queen."
"Chase! We can't let her run away..."
The man who fell to the ground spat out another mouthful of turbid blood and passed out.
Feng Jiu'er didn't dare to delay, smelling the slight smell of medicine, she hurried forward.
Some time had passed, and if someone really slipped through the net, or if Jian Yi met another killer sent by Feng Qingyin, Jian Yi's situation would definitely not be optimistic.
Feng Jiuer had long expected that she and Jian Yi would be separated, so she put an extra medicine with a special taste on Jian Yi.
The smell of the medicine is not strong, and most people may not be able to smell it, but Feng Jiuer can smell it easily.
This medicine is also good for Jian Yi's injuries, otherwise Feng Jiu'er wouldn't have taken it casually.
Feeling anxious, Feng Jiuer walked very fast. Finally, at a circular mountain road, she saw a person sitting on a horse.
Before Jian Yi could say anything, Feng Jiu'er, who was below, came down to Jian Yi in twos and twos.
Seeing him sitting on the horse unscathed, Feng Jiuer held the horse's rope and sighed lightly.
"Jian Daxia, are you worried that others can't see you? You're still standing so tall."
"We are still on the run, keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
"Jiuer." Jianyi lowered his eyes and looked at the person beside him, unable to hide the anxiety in his eyes.
"I'm fine." Feng Jiuer patted the horse's back and led the carriage down the mountain. "You're going in such a hurry. Let me check your wound first."
"It's better not to get inflamed! You really can't handle it now."
"Jiu'er, am I useless?" Jian Yi's words seemed a bit weak.
"No." Feng Jiuer shook her head, "At least you are the most well-behaved among the few."
"It's a good thing you left just now. You don't know that Feng Qingyin's maid was beaten terribly by me."
"Save her a life, lest Feng Qingyin find an excuse to die again."
"Jianyi, do you know? My medicinal powder seems to be very useful. According to my budget, I can't kill anyone who is poisoned for at least a month."
"Those with strong internal strength may have some difficulties. However, if they want to catch up now, they will lose half their strength."
Jianyi looked at the woman holding the horse rope for a moment, his expression still a little gloomy.
After a while, when Feng Jiu'er calmed down, he said softly: "Jiu'er, if one day Prince Jiu doesn't want you, how about I marry you?"
"I won't let anyone hurt you, I will stay by your side forever."
Feng Jiuer stopped and looked up at the man who was much taller than herself, almost choking on her own saliva.
"Jianyi, what did you say?" After glancing at this cute guy, she looked away, looked ahead, and continued to move forward.
"Why does the Ninth Prince not want me? He said it as if I will definitely want him."
"I am the princess of the Phoenix clan. Do you want any man in the future? Jianyi, you don't need to worry about me."
"On the other hand, you, the boss, are not the youngest. When you meet the right person, you will use all kinds of means to marry him home just like Xing Zizhou. Do you understand?"
"Don't let the time come when everyone is in pairs and you end up alone."
Finally she vented her anger, and Feng Jiuer's mood improved a lot.
It's a pity that I still haven't had the chance to return to Crowwood City, and I don't know what's going on with my brothers.
Suddenly, a crisp bird sound came closer and closer, and Feng Jiuer immediately raised her eyes and glanced up.
She couldn't tell what kind of proud little bird it was, but it didn't matter what kind it was. The most important thing was that it could really convey messages to them.
After the little bird landed on Feng Jiuer's shoulder, its arrogant attitude became lighter.
Feng Jiuer stopped and opened her hands, and the bird landed on her palm obediently.
On its feet, he took off the note, opened it and took a look. Feng Jiuer's breath became much lower.
"Jiu'er, what's going on?" Jian Yi asked softly.
"The first detachment was defeated, and part of the prince's troops entered the city." Feng Jiuer's voice sounded.
"The news came two days ago, and the situation is unknown now."
When Feng Jiuer was a little depressed, another bird landed on her left shoulder.
She hurriedly took off the note from the other bird's foot and opened it to take a look.
"Jian Yi, you are saved now." Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Jian Yi happily.
"The Lord of Mocheng said that he mobilized five thousand troops to concentrate at the south gate of Mocheng. Within two days, five thousand soldiers were in place."
"As long as we can join them safely, there is no need to be afraid of Feng Qingyin's people."
Others may not be able to tell, but Feng Jiu'er knew very well that more than half of today's guards were directly following the orders of maid Feng Qingyin.
In other words, many of the prince's people were bribed by Feng Qingyin.
It seems that I really cannot despise this nominal sister.
The one who couldn't die when meeting Nanmen Rong was not only her, but also Feng Qingyin.
Feng Jiuer clenched her fist tightly, and the two notes turned into ashes in her hands.
After a while, the two little birds left Feng Jiuer's hands and went to different places.
