"It's okay, Long Shiyi, let the brothers come over and eat meat."
Qiao Mu's voice was a bit shocking, and even Long Shiyi, who was some distance away, could hear it clearly.
"Coming."
Long Shiyi responded loudly.
After blinking and looking at the person in front of him, Long Shiyi realized that he was discussing something with the prince.
Long Shiyi didn't know who to blame for being such a loser. If he was to blame, it was Qiao Mu whose demonic voice was so powerful.
But he didn’t seem to offend Qiao Mu, right?
What does this Miss Qiao mean?
Long Shiyi looked at Zhan Qingcheng and lowered his head helplessly.
Glancing in the direction of Long Shiyi's voice, Feng Jiuer almost threw the snake soup in her hand.
"hot."
With a shake of her hand, a little overflowing soup flowed onto her fingers.
Feng Jiang, with quick eyes and quick hands, took the bowl of hot snake soup from Feng Jiu'er's hand.
"Why are you so careless?"
Feng Jiang held the bowl with one hand, and picked up Feng Jiu'er's reddish hand with the other hand, "Is everything okay?"
"fine."
Feng Jiuer shook her head and immediately took her hand back.
"Jianyi, I also want a bowl of snake soup. Are Qiaomu and barbecue ready?
I'll bring some to Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer has always known that she has no future, but she has already accepted it, right?
"The Ninth Prince is back?"
Qiao Mu raised his eyes and saw that the hand holding the short knife was still cutting flesh.
She has long been used to doing this kind of thing.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer glanced in Zhan Qingcheng's direction, then looked back at Jian Yi, "Why didn't Uncle Nine Emperors say anything when he came back?"
Jian Yi was still busy dividing the snake soup.
"You didn't ask, but when the Ninth Prince came, he came from your side. I thought you knew."
Recalling that the cold wind before falling asleep was still her dream, Feng Jiuer could not rule out that Uncle Nine Emperors really passed by her at that time.
How sleepy is she?
Since even he dares to ignore it.
After a while, Feng Jiuer brought a bowl of snake soup, grabbed a piece of roast mutton, and walked to Zhan Qingcheng.
It doesn't matter if you are hungry, the most important thing is not to let Uncle Nine Emperors starve.
Looking there from a distance, she still felt that he had not seen him for two days and that he seemed to have become thinner.
When Feng Jiuer left for Zhan Qingcheng, the people around Zhan Qingcheng also dispersed.
Sure enough, not only was the clearing reduced, there seemed to be some bloodshot eyes.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and sat down next to Zhan Qingcheng, "Here, have some snake soup."
Zhan Qingcheng glanced sideways, and then his eyes fell on the album in his hand.
Feng Jiuer got up on her knees and fed him spoonful after spoonful.
"Where have you been these past two days?
You didn’t say anything about leaving, which made me worry!”
Zhan Qingcheng placed the album on the stone and looked down at the girl beside him.
"Fengjiang is prettier than me?"
Feng Jiuer looked at the person in front of him for a moment, unable to react.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what did you... say?"
"Let Feng Jiang go back, I will lead the way."
Without saying anything, Zhan Qingcheng took the album and opened it again.
Feng Jiuer's head was covered with black lines, and she really didn't know where she had offended this great god.
"Brother Three Emperors, he..." "He is not your Brother Three Emperors!"
Zhan Qingcheng interrupted Feng Jiuer's words coldly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what happened to you?
Tell me clearly, okay?"
Feng Jiuer's words, which should have been spoken confidently, seemed to be the only one that could hear them in the end.
When the man didn't respond, she sighed lightly and gave him another mouthful of snake soup.
"No matter what, I'll wait until you're full. Once you're full, I'll listen to you."
Is this guy suddenly angry because he is hungry and dizzy?
Where did Brother Three Emperors offend him?
Feng Jiuer couldn't understand.
"Do you all listen to me?"
After all, Zhan Qingcheng was willing to take a look at Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer met his eyes, pursed her lips, and nodded.
Is it okay if I don’t listen?
"Well, if I don't listen to you, who else will I listen to?"
Feng Jiuer told the truth against her will.
"Said I look better than Fengjiang."
Zhan Qingcheng said a word and then changed his gaze.
Looking at the person who was flipping through the album with a serious look on his face, Feng Jiuer even thought that he had heard wrong.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you..." She blinked, somewhat speechless.
"I hate people who break their word the most!"
Zhan Qingcheng's aura seemed to be getting darker.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer put on a smiling face.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what did you say?
Of course you are good-looking, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen, isn’t this nonsense?”
Thinking about it, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, so she frowned and looked outside.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you eavesdropping on my chat with Qiao Mu? We..." "Is this the kind of person I am?"
Zhan Qingcheng interrupted Feng Jiuer's words in a deep voice.
Catching the slight change in his expression, Feng Jiuer finally figured out the matter.
"No, of course not."
Feng Jiu'er placed the bowl in her hand on the stone, approached Zhan Qingcheng, looked up at him, and waved her hand.
"Uncle Nine Emperors just missed Jiu'er, so he wanted to see me as soon as he came back. He definitely wasn't eavesdropping."
"No, you saw me sleeping and couldn't bear to disturb me, so you left, right?"
Taking out the comb, Feng Jiuer stood up and came behind Zhan Qingcheng.
Picking up his dark hair, she raised her eyebrows and gently placed the comb in his hair.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you heard me right. I admit that I said something against my will."
"It's all Qiao Mu's fault. She kept fighting with me and Fengjiang, so I instigated her to take Fengjiang away."
"Think about it, Feng Jiang is not bad in ability, and he values love and righteousness. He really shouldn't stay with Feng Qiongcang. It's such a waste!"
When combing Zhan Qingcheng's long hair, Feng Jiuer did not forget to turn her head to check the man's expression.
She coughed lightly and looked away from his side face, and continued: "But I didn't expect that Qiao Mu said that she wanted to find a man who is better-looking than me."
"I knew it was impossible, so I lied to her and said that Fengjiang is prettier than my Nine Emperors Uncle."
As soon as Feng Jiuer finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng's aura suddenly became different.
"Really?"
The man's voice was still a little weak, but Feng Jiu'er knew very well that he was no longer angry.
And I don’t know if it’s because I feel proud, and I feel a little happy.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
After skillfully tying up his long hair, Feng Jiuer returned to Zhan Qingcheng's side with an obedient expression.
“Uncle Nine Emperors, how about some more snake soup?
I'm hungry too, and if I don't serve it, I'm worried about being eaten by them."
She blinked her round eyes and looked at Zhan Qingcheng, even her voice was so soft that she could hardly bear it.
However, Uncle Nine Emperors seemed to accept her approach quite easily.
He actually took the bowl from her hand and said gracefully: "Go ahead, I can do it myself."
"Well, Uncle Nine Emperors, you must finish your meal."
Feng Jiuer nodded, stood up, turned around and left with light steps.
In any case, it would be good if the Nine Emperors Uncle is not angry. If he is not angry, the Third Emperor Brother will not be driven away for no reason.
