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The young man avoided the crowd and walked into a deep and long alley.

The architectural style of Northland is mostly rough and bold, especially in Guangling City. In fact, most streets are horizontally and vertically very spacious.

Only the slums closest to the suburbs in the west of the city have such narrow and intricate winding paths.

The young man swung around and finally stopped in front of a small courtyard.

He first raised his foot to open the small door of the kennel made of wood at the door, reached in and lightly clicked on a particularly concealed machine amplifier inside.

Immediately, he quietly closed the small door of the kennel, stood at the door again, and then knocked on the door with his knuckles in order of "one heavy, three light, two heavy, two light, three heavy and one light".

The next moment, the courtyard door quietly opened from the inside.

The young man first looked around for the last time, seemingly unintentionally but actually alertly. After confirming that no one was following him, he quickly stepped sideways into the door.

And the next second, the door closed again silently, as if it had never been opened.

After the young man entered the yard, he raised his legs and followed the old man who opened the door for him and walked in.

This courtyard was built in the slum in the west of Guangling City, closest to the outside of the city. It looks flawless on the outside and is no different from other dilapidated houses around it. Who would have known that there is something different inside!
  The young man and the old man walked for a long time without reaching the end. It turned out that they had already bought all the dozens of adjacent poor houses in this area, and secretly turned them into a hidden mechanism that could be attacked or defended. Treasure land.

Even if one of the courtyards is discovered, any corner door in the house may allow the people inside to escape through any long and narrow passage in the slums with complicated alleys and mixed crowds. The structure is really laborious. Think less.

Finally, they entered a sealed stone room. It was safe to talk here, so the young man turned around and asked:

"Senior Feng, have you received a reply from the princess?"

The old man, whom the young man called "Feng Sou", slowly shook his head, frowned and said:

"Young Master, it has been several days since the last time Zhuona returned to Xijiang to send a message.
  I had already negotiated with him before he left. When he gets the princess's order, whether it is successful or not, he will inform us via nightingale message.

The nightingales in our clan are extremely fast, so it stands to reason that the reply from Her Royal Highness the Princess should have arrived.

But for some reason there has been no news of the exchange. Could it be that something unexpected happened to the princess? "

The young man known as the "Young Master" wore a mask on his entire face, making it impossible to see his expression.

He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking, and after a moment he said doubtfully:

"My eldest sister has been operating in Shedun City for a long time, and she has many capable people left behind by my father to serve her. Logically speaking, there should be no more mistakes in Western Xinjiang."

Feng Sou also frowned in confusion.

"Could it be that the false emperor Feng Lan discovered the whereabouts of the princess? Young Master, I am worried that the princess is in danger."

The young man frowned slowly when he heard this.

"Even more than twenty years ago, when the city of Shedun was the most turbulent and full of soldiers, the eldest sister was still hiding very well and was always safe.

Now that so many years have passed, that old man Fenglan long thought that our line was dead, and he had not searched for fish like us that had slipped through the net for many years. There is no reason why the eldest sister should not make a mistake. "

Feng Sou was silent for a moment, still feeling a little worried.

"It's not like the princess doesn't agree with the young master's plan, so she just ignores it.

But the eldest princess has always had her say, and is not the type to let her own people guess her thoughts. "

"will not."

The young man immediately shook his head and said with great certainty:

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope of revenge, my eldest sister will not give up.

Although our sister and brother are separated in the northwest all year round and rarely see each other, I understand her as a person. "

Having said this, the young man suddenly smiled and turned to look at the old man.

"Speaking of understanding my eldest sister, Feng Sou must know her better than I do?

Although you were not with my eldest sister back then, you had a close correspondence with her, and you also sent letters to advise her when she was in the most difficult time. ” ˆˆˆ Hearing this, a gentle light flashed through Feng Sou’s eyes, and he sighed:

"Yes, when I first met the princess, she was still a twelve-year-old cardamom girl.

Just like a budding and vigorous imperial brocade. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, it has already been twenty-six years. "

The young man was silent for a moment and suddenly asked:
  "What was the big sister like at that time?"

All the beautiful legends about Fenglan in Western Xinjiang, or the infinite glory of the nine high castes, the young man only heard from the letters of the princess Lan Suning and the guards around him when he was young.

He wandered around in Hanyong in the north when he was in his infancy. He followed his father's loyal servants and escorted him around and hid in the thirty-sixth division of Hanyong, living a life of panic and abjection.

Later, the loyal servant who raised him passed away. How could his half-grown child live in the hierarchical Hanyong?
  Naturally, they were wandering around like wild dogs, begging for food and living.

Later, gradually, the inhuman days passed for too long, and he had long forgotten the beautiful, graceful and luxurious Prince Yong's Mansion that his loyal servant told him when he was a child.

I even thought for a while that those things might just be a beautiful dream that I once had when I was very hungry, or the gibberish of a loyal servant who became confused due to illness.

It wasn't until more than ten years ago that a woman who claimed to be his father's eldest daughter and had frightening fire scars on her face finally found him and pulled him out of the quagmire.

At that time, he was being bullied by the nobles of the Hanyong tribe, being played with, belittled, and treated as a gadget that could be humiliated at will.

Only then did he realize that those words deep in his memory...the words those dead loyal servants had solemnly said to him were actually not crazy words.

——It turns out that he really has a distinguished and noble background, and is actually the youngest son of a direct prince of the Fenglan Dynasty.

And he is no longer alone. He not only has a sister, but also a brother who is two years older than him.
  It's a pity that the elder brother is living abroad like him, so his whereabouts are unknown.

He is not the low-class man that the noble boys of Hanyong say he deserves to be crawling around in the quagmire and being a plaything. He is not!

However, both the beautiful scenery of Xijiang and the imperial city of Shedun seemed too far away from him.

Feng Sou was slightly absent-minded, then smiled very softly and said:
  "The princess at that time was the eldest daughter of His Royal Highness Prince Yong, the legitimate son of the late emperor of the Fenglan Dynasty.

Although she was a concubine princess, she had already had great ambitions and had a stunning appearance. Before His Highness the Eighth Prince was born, His Highness was the most favored child of His Highness King Yong. "

The young man was slightly startled when he heard this.

"Are you talking about my brother? After my brother was born, did my father stop doting on my eldest sister?"

Feng Sou laughed and shook his head.

"Of course he is doted on, but His Highness King Yong is one of the very few nobles in Western Xinjiang who cares about his legitimate concubine.

Therefore, after his eldest son is born, he will naturally pay more care and attention to him.

Later, after two years, the young master was also born, and His Highness King Yong was naturally even more cheerful.

But despite this, after all, His Highness the Eighth Prince and the Young Master are still young, and the Princess is still the most dazzling presence in Prince Yong's Mansion.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long in the year you were born. The late emperor passed away and the false emperor ascended the throne. His Highness King Yong has suffered a complete defeat since then. "

The young man sighed:

"That year, the eldest sister was only thirteen years old?"

Feng Sou chuckled dumbly.

"Yes, it's all God's destiny that manipulates people."

The young man was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered:

"God's will? Feng Sou, I never believe in God's will!

Why do we deserve to suffer in life, while some people have a smooth life and endless happiness? ——Old debts owed to others must eventually be repaid.

Be it the Lan clan in Western Xinjiang, the Fu clan and Xie clan in the Southern Dynasty, or the Yuwen clan in Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty, how many lives they owe us will be filled with the lives of their descendants in the future! "