The third prince was more cautious than before, which made little Zhuge nod secretly.
It is right to pay attention to Chen Changfeng's opponent.
But don't be afraid of him.
"Third Prince, the commander of the Black Armored Guards is your confidant. If you don't trust him, who can you trust?"
"In addition, if the Third Prince is really worried, my subordinates can go over and help His Highness monitor the commander of the Black Armored Guards." Little Zhuge looked at the Third Prince.
Hearing what little Zhuge said, the third prince's face relaxed a lot.
If someone supervises him, he will of course feel more at ease.
"Mr. Zhuge, if you can, please help me deal with this matter."
"And it must be done well, and no clues can be left behind." The third prince was silent for a long time, and then nodded slowly.
He instructed little Zhuge again in a serious tone.
"Your Highness, don't worry. As long as Chen Changfeng dares to go, I can keep his life there." Little Zhuge was full of confidence.
The third prince nodded. As long as he could kill Chen Changfeng, he could pass the responsibility to the commander of the black armored guards.
He said that he was unwilling to accept Chen Changfeng's leadership, so the conflict broke out.
If Chen Changfeng dies, the commander of the Black Armored Guards will have to deal with it immediately.
As for the little Zhuge in front of him, it's best to take care of him when the time comes, otherwise it will be troublesome if he is found out.
Little Zhuge didn't know that the third prince was already prepared to get rid of him, and he was still thinking about how the third prince would think highly of him after getting rid of Chen Changfeng.
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After coming out of Tai Chi Hall, Chen Changfeng did not go back to the East Palace directly, but left the palace city and walked to the streets of the capital.
Last time Yao Xiaoren said that Qisha helped him prevent Jingzhao Mansion from banning Fengxue Bookstore, and Chen Changfeng did not thank him in person because he was busy.
Although Qisha temporarily stayed in the capital of Ming Dynasty, Chen Changfeng knew that he had not really recruited Qisha.
Qisha is a talented person with brains and skills. If he can fully use it for himself, it will be a great help.
After walking on the street for about half an hour, Chen Changfeng had arrived at the door of the house he gave to Qisha.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, a figure came straight towards him.
Chen Changfeng took two steps back, made a fist with his right hand, and punched the figure attacking him.
The figure fell to the ground, Chen Changfeng's face turned gloomy, but what he saw was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Who are you and what do you want to do?" Before Chen Changfeng could say anything, the little girl still asked, staring at him, holding a one-foot-long bamboo stick in her hand.
"I'm here to find Qisha." Chen Changfeng looked at the little girl in front of him.
The little girl is a little thin and a little dirty, but her eyes are full of stubbornness and coldness.
"What are you doing with my godfather?" The little girl immediately stood up and looked at Chen Changfeng warily.
"Of course something happened..."
"My godfather said, no one is allowed in." The little girl stared at Chen Changfeng, ready to attack Chen Changfeng again.
Chen Changfeng frowned and was about to speak when the door of the house suddenly opened and Qisha's figure appeared at the door.
"Prince." When Qisha saw Chen Changfeng, there was a look of surprise on his face.
"Ling'er, this is the prince your godfather told you. I'm going to meet the prince." Qisha looked at the little girl in front of him.
When the little girl heard Qisha's voice, her body trembled slightly, and then she quickly dropped the bamboo stick in her hand and saluted Chen Changfeng.
"Since the prince is here, come in." Qisha's tone was a little cold.
Chen Changfeng didn't think it was inappropriate.
On the contrary, if Qisha was too enthusiastic towards him, Chen Changfeng would be a little worried.
When we walked into the house, it seemed that it had been remodeled and there were training equipment everywhere.
"I have spent all the 10,000 taels of compensation the prince gave me on training. As of today, I have found twelve seedlings. The one the prince saw just now is called Zhong Ling. One of the twelve is a good seedling.
." Qisha walked in front, explaining the situation in the house.
Chen Changfeng looked back at Zhong Ling who was standing outside the house.
When he was standing at the door just now, if the little girl hadn't taken the initiative to attack him, he wouldn't have noticed that there was someone hiding there.
Such a method of hiding the aura is indeed a good idea.
Chen Changfeng didn't say anything and followed Qisha to the yard. Eleven young people, all about eleven or twelve years old, were training.
Chen Changfeng and Qisha appeared, but no one looked at them.
These people were not affected at all.
Everyone is concentrating on doing their own thing.
"The most important thing for an assassin is concentration. If your mind is easily affected by external objects, you will die when you perform the task." Qisha said indifferently.
Chen Changfeng nodded. Assassins are similar to special forces. When performing assassination missions, no matter what unexpected surprises arise, they cannot let the target escape their sight.
Otherwise, not only will the task not be completed, but you may also lose your life.
"It seems that I have to provide you with more funds. No matter how you train, your nutrition must keep up, otherwise your physical fitness will not be able to withstand the intensity of training." Chen Changfeng was very satisfied with Qisha's training results.
Qisha didn't say anything. He didn't care whether Chen Changfeng provided funds or not.
Anyway, Qisha has decided that after he helps train these assassins, he will leave the Ming Dynasty.
He had to seek revenge from the Emperor of Chu, even if he died on the way to revenge.
"By the way, these are some training directions written for you. Take a look and try to practice them if you can."
"If it's not suitable, you don't have to practice. It's your choice." Chen Changfeng took out two booklets from his sleeves.
One of them is an encyclopedia of physical training, and the other is a detailed discussion of special forces combat skills.
Qisha took the two pamphlets handed over by Chen Changfeng and did not open them immediately.
In fact, Qisha also felt that Chen Changfeng was not a general in the army and had no experience in assassination. What useful things could he write?
Chen Changfeng just glanced at Qisha and didn't say anything.
"Although I can train them, they still lack a very important point. If this point cannot be supplemented, they will never be able to become real assassins." Qisha spoke, his eyes falling on the eleven figures in front of him.
"Did you say let them see blood?" Chen Changfeng said calmly.
Qisha was startled, and looked at Chen Changfeng with some surprise. Then he regained his composure: "Assassins who see blood are the most basic. Assassins who don't see blood are useless."
"I can't make them bleed. Prince, you'd better think of a way."
Assassins and soldiers are the same. Soldiers who have never seen blood will always feel nervous.
Soldiers are better off. If the assassin feels nervous when assassinating, not only will the mission fail, but their lives will also be lost.
But there was nothing the Seven Killers could do in the capital of the Ming Dynasty. These people could not be allowed to kill people.
"I will take them to see the blood in a few days. There is another thing. The Ming Dynasty is about to go to war with the Chu Dynasty. I will lead the army to go out. Do you have any ideas?"
"You want to lead the army on an expedition?" Qisha was a little stunned, and his original calm expression was replaced by astonishment at this moment.
He couldn't figure out why Chen Changfeng led the army on the expedition. Are all the generals of the Ming Dynasty dead?
Let a prince who has never been on a battlefield lead an army?
To die?
"Prince, are you kidding me?" Qisha looked at Chen Changfeng with suspicion on his face.