After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Cheng Xian certainly didn't want to walk to Yandu on foot, but he was still in Nanzhou now, and his wanted warrant was all over the southern area. As soon as he went out, he would be seen and besieged by the Moyi Guards who were always on the scene.

He was tired of fighting them.

Cheng Xian was filled with hatred when he thought about the fact that his base in the south was uprooted. He no longer had the heart to tease the woman in front of him and said coldly, "Don't mind my business."

Who wants to control you?

Gu Qinghe curled his lips, moved his hands and said, "I will go by myself."

Cheng Xian pulled her hard and dragged her away with big strides. Gu Qinghe stumbled to follow him, not knowing what he was doing crazy, and she unconsciously sprinkled some glutinous rice powder on her hands.

When Qiu Fu put out the fire and caught up, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He suddenly turned around and looked into the dark forest behind him. He didn't see anyone, but he always felt that someone was following them.

He walked up quickly and whispered in Cheng Xian's ear, "Master, there's a rat following us."

Cheng Xian paused, and the black rope he was holding did not loosen. He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he stared at Gu Qinghe: "You left something behind."

Gu Qinghe was shocked. She had been very careful in sprinkling the glutinous rice flour along the way. Sometimes she even didn't dare to sprinkle it at a fork in the road for fear of being discovered by him, so the glutinous rice flour left behind was intermittent.

It had been a long time since anyone came to see her, and she thought it was because the glutinous rice flour was cut off. She didn't want to be discovered by him before she was sure whether the person was hers or not.

She shook her head decisively and said, "I don't have anything on me. I showed you before."

At that time, he divided his men who were on guard in the trees into several groups and sent them in different directions. He then took Qiu Fu and three other men who were exploring the way along this mountain road.

When he dragged her along the mountain road, he paid attention to whether she had anything on her.

Of course she didn't have it, and if she did, she would have thrown it away.

So after he carefully confirmed it, they relaxed their vigilance towards her.

This gave her the opportunity to sprinkle some glutinous rice flour from time to time.

She has nothing, but the system has a gourmet gift package.

This is the only function of this rice-drying system.

Although in the end she still has to save herself.

Cheng Xian looked at her deeply, not knowing whether he believed her lies or not.

While both of them were paying attention to the back, Gu Qinghe rubbed his fingers twice without making any noise.

Cheng Xian said to the back with a gloomy face: "If you don't come out, don't blame me for being rude."

The man in black who had returned from exploring the way ahead looked at his other two companions, and they all gathered around a thick tree behind them.

It was a dark night with only a few spots of light.

Gu Qinghe, who was not even half-baked at the level of a fighter, didn't understand how those martial artists could tell if there were people in that direction.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes.

I just hope that person isn’t Xie Lan.

Cheng Xian switched his left hand to his right hand to grab the rope, and Gu Qinghe saw several tiny white lights flashing in the darkness and flying towards the tree.

She couldn't help but shout out: "Be careful!"

After following him for half an afternoon, she finally understood that this man liked to kill people with silver needles.

Cheng Xian pulled the rope that tied her tightly, then tied the other end into a knot and tied it to his left hand. He sneered and said, "You want to leave me, but I will agree to it."

He tied the rope, which was not very long to begin with, again and again, and the distance between the two of them was instantly shortened.

Gu Qinghe only felt that her hands, which had been tied for several hours, were tingling and itchy. She moved her hands uncomfortably, but ended up pulling the rope tighter.

The moment she touched the back of his cold hand, her hands trembled violently and she consciously struggled to distance herself.

She was so focused on feeling uncomfortable that she didn't notice the man's hand trembled as well.

Cheng Xian's voice became even colder: "What are you moving about?"

Gu Qinghe: "Not feeling well."

Cheng Xian loosened the rope and said coldly, "If you move again, I will kill you."

Gu Qinghe: “…”

When the two were arguing over a rope, the fight on that side had already ended, and three or five silver needles were stuck above the bark, shining with white light.

The man on the tree killed Cheng Xian's three men by himself, put the sword on Qiu Fu's neck, and walked towards him step by step with his men.

The bright moonlight shone down from the sky, and the face of the man holding the sword gradually appeared. His pair of peach blossom eyes were smiling, as if filled with a bucket of early spring fruit wine, sweet and intoxicating.

“What are you doing?”

The man's voice was tinged with laughter, as if he really had no idea what was going on, even though the sword in his hand was still firmly placed on the man's neck.

When Cheng Xian saw the man, hatred flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and read out the man's name word by word: "Wei, Yong, Zhen."

Wei Yongzhen smiled unchanged: "Alliance Master Cheng still remembers me. It's an honor."

Cheng Xian originally didn't remember the person in front of him. After all, they had only looked at each other from a distance many years ago. But recently, that damn King Huainan had always used the reputation of the Prince of Yong'an to oppose him, which led to his deep impression of these two most mysterious people in the royal family.

Cheng Xian frowned and said, "Aren't you still on the battlefield in Southern Xinjiang?"

The tight-fitting man in a black robe with narrow sleeves moved the sword in his hand, and the blade was stained with more blood. He seemed not to see or hear the hissing sound of pain from his men, and said with a smile: "How can I deceive you if I don't hide it from you?"

Cheng Xian was so angry at his words that he immediately untied the ropes on his hands and flew towards him.

Gu Qinghe enjoyed seeing him get so angry that she looked for a place with many exits, planning to wait for the two to get into a fight and then slip away.

But she didn't know if it was her illusion, she always felt that the black-clothed man's gaze moved over her a few times.

When she looked up, she saw the man moving back and taking the butler to avoid Cheng Xian's 100%-sure palm.

The palm wind stirred up a gust of sand and stones. Qiu Fu was used by the man to block the sand. He took advantage of this gap to strike out a palm behind him and escape from the man's sanction range.

"Tsk."

The man in black clothes did not retreat but advanced, managing to neutralize his weak attack, and in the next instant stabbed his sword towards his chest.

Several silver needles flew to his left, and in the dark night with a sharp autumn wind, Gu Qinghe picked up the pebbles on the ground and used the system's function to accurately knock down the silver needles.

Qiu Fu was pulled back by Cheng Xian and barely avoided the fatal sword. When the two men landed on the ground, the man was unharmed.

"You've betrayed me!" Cheng Xian glared at Gu Qinghe angrily, turning his face away and throwing a few silver needles at her.

He pulled out the short knife from his waist and leaped into the air towards Gu Qinghe along with the silver needle.

Gu Qinghe quickly hid behind a tree, using the thick tree to avoid the silver needles. When Cheng Xian's short knife stabbed at her, she was pulled by a man in black clothes who flew over at some point and retreated to a safe place.

The two men fought in mid-air and then fell to the ground, with swords colliding and making sharp clanging sounds. Gu Qinghe glanced at the place where the two men fought, and was about to leave quietly when he heard a sinister voice: "Where do you want to go?"