"Jiu'er, Qing'er, she..." Before Feng Yan could say anything, Feng Jiu'er branded a hot five-finger mark on his face with a snap.
No one expected that she would suddenly take action, maybe even Feng Yan herself didn't expect it.
But Feng Jiuer really took action, and his strength was still quite strong.
Feng Yan raised her eyes and looked at Feng Jiu'er and pursed her lips. No one knew whether tears or sweat fell down her beautiful eyes.
"She's dead, isn't she?"
Seeing his lifeless look, Feng Jiuer felt that she hadn't hit him hard enough just now.
"She is dead, one body and two lives!"
She glared at Feng Yan and said coldly.
"Didn't you kill her?
You clearly know that Father...don't you think you should be responsible for this?"
Thinking of this thin body, Feng Jiuer's eyes blurred with tears again.
"You clearly know that he will not let Qing'er go, why don't you save her?"
"You are the second prince of the Phoenix Clan, but you can't even protect your own woman. What kind of man are you?"
Qing'er didn't expect that when he knew her name, she was no longer alive.
Feng Yan's long hair was messy, and her entire face was covered with either sweat, blood, or tears.
He curled his lips slightly, his eyes were hollow, and he smiled helplessly and gloomily, and he looked really heartless.
"She hurt you, and my father will not let her go. I want to save her, but how can I save her?"
Looking across his eyes that were like a pool of death, Feng Jiuer clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
The second emperor brother still loves Qing'er very much, right?
That’s right, you even have a child, how could you not love her?
Her heart was being pinched so hard that it was even difficult to breathe, but Feng Jiuer didn't know what else she could do now.
"Princess, how about...stop the second prince's bleeding first. He has lost a lot of blood. If it continues like this, I'm afraid..." Gu Mingcheng, who was squatting beside Feng Yan and supporting him, interrupted the two of them.
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After hearing Gu Mingcheng's words, Feng Jiuer reacted to Feng Yan's face as pale as paper.
"Take him back to the palace, quickly!"
With Jian Yi's help, Feng Yan was quickly brought back to his own palace.
It took more than an hour to clean the wound, disinfect it, apply medicine, and bandage it before Feng Jiuer was able to treat his injury.
Let Feng Yan lie on the bed covered with several quilts, and Feng Jiu'er sat beside the bed and gave him acupuncture to treat his internal injuries.
"Jiu'er, it's just a minor injury, it doesn't bother you."
Looking at the little girl's face covered with sweat, Feng Yan's voice sounded a little hoarse.
These were the words he said after returning to the palace.
As soon as the sword moved forward, he picked up the sweat towel, wiped Feng Jiuer's forehead, and then stood aside quietly.
Feng Jiuer only paused for a moment when Feng Yan spoke, and then continued to give him acupuncture.
"Are everything Qing'er said true?"
After inserting a silver needle, she turned around and picked up another one.
When the palace maid Qing'er was mentioned, Feng Yan's eyes dimmed again.
"Jiu'er refers to the matter of serving the king?"
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I should have thought of it, but I didn't do anything."
Feng Jiuer's heart felt uncomfortable, and her movements paused again, but she quickly returned to normal.
"It means that my father asked the three of you to be my servants. Is this really true?"
"yes."
Feng Yan nodded and looked at Feng Jiu'er, "We will stay by your side in this life."
"You are all my royal brothers, I don't need you to guard me like this!"
Feng Jiuer didn't despise these things at all.
In her princess palace, in addition to Nine Emperors Uncle, Mu Mu and Jian Yi, there are seven attendants.
Now even her royal brother is her servant. What does she want with so many men?
She is not a king, even if she is a king, she does not need a harem of three thousand people, she does not want it! What she needs is just one pair of people for the rest of her life, but is it really possible in this palace?
"Jiu'er, the three of us were adopted by our father and are not your biological brothers."
Feng Yan's hoarse voice sounded again.
"Father said that from now on we will be your servants. In this life, we can only stay by your side wholeheartedly and must not have any different intentions."
This needle almost moved out of position.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, gathered her nerves, and continued to apply acupuncture.
After all the acupuncture points to be acupuncture were acupunctured, Feng Jiuer looked away and took out a box of medicated oil.
"Jiu'er, are you still angry with the second emperor brother?"
Feng Yan stretched out his big palm and grabbed Feng Jiu'er's little arm.
"I didn't know that my father would have such an arrangement for me to be with Qing'er...Jiu'er, I'm sorry!"
"The person you're sorry for is Qing'er, not me."
Feng Jiuer glared at the person on the bed and poured a little medicinal oil into the palm of her hand.
"Also, you and the eldest and third emperor brothers will always be my imperial brothers. I will tell my father about this myself."
"But I want to remind you that if you are unable to protect a girl, you should not love her. You are not qualified!"
"After all, Qing'er was killed by you, wasn't she?"
Feng Jiuer began to help Feng Yan apply the medicine, with a calm expression, as if the injured person was just a stranger.
Perhaps, she would never forget Qing'er's dead gaze in her life.
In Qing'er's death, the father was guilty, the second emperor brother was guilty, in fact, she was also guilty! For the next two quarters of an hour, Feng Jiu'er said nothing.
In the bedroom, it was so quiet that you could hear a silver needle drop on the floor, as quiet as death.
After taking back the silver needle and putting it away, Feng Jiuer stood up beside the bed with a heavy look on his face.
She didn't know whether it was because she felt bad in her heart or physically, but she was unsteady and swayed.
"Jiu'er."
Feng Yan wanted to get up and help him.
Jianyi was faster than him, and with one step of his long legs, he came to Feng Jiuer and helped her.
"Are you okay?"
Jian Yi's handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he wished he could carry her back and let her rest for a while.
It's a pity that if this girl is so obedient, then there will be no disobedient person in the world.
Feng Jiuer raised her forehead and pushed Jian Yi's big palm.
"Let's go back to the princess palace."
Jian Yi had no choice but to let go of her and follow up.
"Jiu'er."
Feng Yan propped up his body with one hand and looked at the woman who turned around.
Feng Jiuer ignored it and left without saying a word.
Feng Yan closed her eyes and fell softly on the bed.
After walking out of the palace, Feng Jiuer stopped, raised her eyes to look at the gray sky, took a deep breath, and then breathed out slowly.
It took a long time, trying hard to push back the tears in her eyes before she looked back.
"Let's go, I want to go back and see Uncle Nine Emperors. He should have woken up long ago."
After saying a few words, Feng Jiuer stepped forward.
Jianyi stared at the girl walking in front of him for a moment, not knowing how to comfort her.
In the end, he didn't say a word and moved forward, guarding her side as always.
