Feng Jiuer turned her head and glanced at Jianyi, pursed her lips slightly, and her face seemed to look better than before.
Suddenly, she wanted to go back.
But I don't know where I want to go back.
Is it Northern Mu Country?
But she is obviously the princess of the Phoenix clan.
Moreover, if she leaves, what will the Fourth Emperor do?
She absolutely didn't want to leave him alone.
"What's wrong?"
Jian Yi really couldn't see Feng Jiu'er's current appearance and asked in a low voice.
"You're in a bad mood, can't you tell?"
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Jianyi and stopped looking at her.
"I see it, but you are in a bad mood and you can't change the fact, so why are you still in a bad mood?"
Jianyi frowned, then withdrew his gaze and looked ahead.
Feng Jiuer glanced at the man beside her and looked away again.
He is simply a straight man! “I don’t even know how to comfort people.”
"Before, I only knew how to kill people."
Jian Yi had no scruples when talking about the past.
Perhaps it was because he felt that he was different. He could help save people, and he could also protect her from being bullied.
Recalling a somewhat familiar sentence, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but curled her lips slightly.
This killer is not too cold! She didn't know where she heard the words from, but the legendary No. 1 killer in Beimu Country was not only not cold, but also quite cute.
"Why don't you become a killer now?"
Feng Jiuer's voice was low and she asked casually.
“If you have food and shelter, why do you have to do things you don’t like?”
Jian Yi glanced back at Feng Jiu'er and raised his thick eyebrows.
"I think you'd better worry about the situation in the Princess Palace. You don't know a certain man's temper."
This girl left early in the morning. I wonder if a certain man in the palace was already furious?
Thinking of something, Feng Jiuer even stopped for a moment and felt a chill down her back.
This morning, the incident of her running away from Uncle Nine Emperors was still vivid in her mind. Unexpectedly, it was already noon in the blink of an eye. I wonder if that guy had breakfast?
Thinking of all the possibilities in the princess palace, Feng Jiuer unconsciously quickened her pace.
Before even approaching the princess palace, Feng Jiuer felt waves of cold air, and the place where the cold air emanated was definitely her bedroom.
After passing the courtyard, Feng Jiuer hurriedly came to the main hall and stopped.
"Jianyi, you... accompany me in. I have something to discuss with you."
"I have nothing to say, so I'll go back and have a meal first. You'll be happy for yourself."
Without saying a word, Jian Yi left ruthlessly.
Before Feng Jiuer could react, the door to the bedroom suddenly opened automatically.
Looking at the open door, she felt even more unsure.
Uncle Nine Emperors is angry, isn't he?
She seemed, seemed, seemed to have said that she would come back to have breakfast with him, wasn't she?
But unexpectedly, lunch time has come.
Risking her life, Feng Jiuer walked in carefully, turned around and closed the door.
"Princess."
"Princess."
Two palace maids appeared out of nowhere, stood outside the door and called softly before Feng Jiuer closed the door.
"Go prepare breakfast."
Feng Jiuer exposed her head and looked at them and waved her hands, "No, prepare lunch, two portions."
"Yes, princess."
Before the words of the palace maid dissipated, Feng Jiuer had already closed the door of the main hall.
The air in the palace was too thin, and there were also bursts of chill.
Isn’t this guy really useless even for breakfast?
As soon as she turned around, a gust of cold wind blew by, making Feng Jiuer almost not open her eyes.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she took a clear look at the situation in front of her, she was startled by the man standing very close to her.
Feng Jiuer's eyes widened, but she didn't want to scream. Unfortunately, she was too weak, and a gust of cold wind almost blew her away.
The man who stood in front of her like a god reached out with his long arms and locked the girl who fell backward in his arms.
"Ahem..." Feng Jiuer was so pressed that she almost couldn't breathe.
But looking at the handsome man in front of her who couldn't take her eyes off, she wanted to reach out and push him, but she was a little reluctant to do so.
To be honest, it seems that she has never seen such a perfect man in her lifetime, without any flaws.
Um...how many lifetimes has she lived?
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and let her go coldly.
When Feng Jiuer stood firm and reacted, all she could see was the man's indifferent back.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Pursing her lips, Feng Jiuer walked towards the man sitting on the couch.
How can I care about whether I am in a bad mood now? Uncle Nine Emperors is angry and it is as big as the sky! The person on the couch has casually put on a robe, and even his long hair is a bit messy. He must have washed it in the morning.
Didn't pay any more attention to it.
However, all this did not affect his charming appearance, and even added a bit of wildness to his handsomeness, which was so beautiful that it made people obsessed and intoxicated.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to come back now."
Gathering her composure, Feng Jiuer withdrew her gaze, left a word, turned around and walked into the bedroom.
In my impression, Uncle Nine Emperors was a very lazy person. Feng Jiuer couldn't tell where this impression came from.
Looking at the towels and cups thrown carelessly on the dressing table, Feng Jiuer also confirmed what he was thinking.
Perhaps because she knew the character of Uncle Nine Emperors, she felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, he was the one she brought back, but there was no one to take care of him, and he even had problems with food and clothing.
Considering Uncle Nine Emperors' temperament, it seems reasonable that he doesn't like to be served by palace maids he doesn't like.
With a slight sigh, Feng Jiuer picked up the comb and walked out.
Just after leaving the dormitory, the palace maid knocked on the door of the main hall.
"Princess, the meals are ready."
The palace maid's voice came from outside.
They must have been disliked. It sounded like they were a bit cautious even in their words.
"Come in."
Feng Jiuer said something and people were already behind Zhan Qingcheng.
The man was still cold, but she was not angry at all.
The two palace maids were still there, and Feng Jiuer didn't say anything, but gently combed the hair of the person who was reading the military book.
Being servile is servile, so what if she is a slave beside him?
Anyway, as long as you can accept it in your heart.
The two maids came out of the side hall, and Feng Jiuer waved her hands.
The palace maid nodded and retreated.
After helping the handsome boy comb his long hair, Feng Jiuer put down the comb and squatted beside him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Looking at this infuriatingly handsome face, Feng Jiuer blinked and said, "Let's go have a meal, I'm hungry."
Before he could refuse, Feng Jiuer stood up and took his arm.
Fortunately, I don't know if he was really hungry or what, but she could pull him up easily.
The two of them walked into the side hall together and sat down in front of the table.
Feng Jiuer poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Zhan Qingcheng.
"Drink some water to relieve your anger."
Zhan Qingcheng took the tea cup, took a sip, and then put the cup down.
When Feng Jiuer thought he was going to have a meal, he didn't do anything.
She could only sit close to him, pick up the bowl and chopsticks, and put pieces of his favorite meal in the bowl.
