Even though Feng Qingyin was pregnant, except for her abdomen, the rest of her body was still slim.
She was wearing only a thin robe over her close-fitting clothes. She looked particularly weak in such a cold night.
When Zhan Yuheng turned around, he saw her holding her stomach with one hand and holding a handkerchief in the other hand, wiping the corners of her eyes, looking pitiful.
"You all get out."
Without saying a word, he turned around and walked away behind the desk.
Qingyun nodded, turned and left.
Linglong, who had her back to Zhan Yuheng, gave Feng Qingyin an evil smile and gently let her go, blessing her body.
"I'm going out first. Miss, you have to protect yourself. After all, you still have a baby in your belly."
Turning around and taking a look at Zhan Yuheng, Linglong was blessed.
"Your Highness, I know what I say and you don't like to hear it, but the imperial doctor said that this pregnancy is not very stable."
"Your Highness, please don't be too harsh on the young lady. The child is innocent."
With a shallow sigh, Linglong blessed herself once again and turned around to leave.
In the blink of an eye, only Zhan Yuheng and Feng Qingyin were left in the large tent.
"Brother Prince."
Feng Qingyin tried her best to swallow back her tears and whispered hoarsely.
"Go to bed, I will watch over you tonight."
After putting on his clothes, Zhan Yuheng sat down at the desk.
"Brother Prince."
Feng Qingyin held her slightly bulging abdomen with both hands and carefully returned to Zhan Yuheng's side.
"Brother Prince, can I stay here with you for a while?
I can not sleep."
"as you like."
Zhan Yuheng opened the book of war and did not look at Feng Qingyin again.
Feng Qingyin was overjoyed and sat down on the blanket next to Zhan Yuheng.
Even though she deeply felt that the man's coldness was getting a little stronger due to her approach, she still smiled slightly and kept getting closer to him.
After successfully lying on Zhan Yuheng's lap, Feng Qingyin picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Brother Prince, please be busy and leave me alone. I want to rest like this for a while."
Looking down at the head pressed against his lap, Zhan Yuheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Get up, we will attack the city tomorrow, do you have any good suggestions?"
Zhan Yuheng's original intention was not to listen to Feng Qingyin's opinion, he just couldn't accept the distance between the two.
Feng Qingyin raised her head to meet Zhan Yuheng's gaze, blinked her pitiful eyes, and slowly sat up.
The moment she left him, Zhan Yuheng looked away and looked at the military book.
Feng Qingyin stood up obediently and came to sit opposite Zhan Yu.
"Ravenwood City is in chaos now. Brother Prince, what are you tabooing about?"
"Or are you worried that I will be in trouble because the other party's leader is Jiu'er?"
Feng Qingyin leaned forward and wanted to hold Zhan Yuheng's hand.
As she expected, he deliberately avoided it.
Feng Qingyin didn't care. She looked at Zhan Yuheng with the same expression.
"Brother Prince, don't worry about me. In fact, Jiu'er and I are the same. We can risk our lives for the man we love deeply."
"The difference is that Jiu'er is here for the Ninth Prince, while I am here for you, the Crown Prince."
Seeing the slight change in Zhan Yuheng's expression, Feng Qingyin felt uncomfortable but also happy.
What you can't get is often the best. The prince brother can't forget that bitch, how could she not know that.
Feng Qingyin knew very well that as long as Zhan Qingcheng was mentioned, his brother the prince would be very angry.
It's right for him to be angry. Sooner or later, he will forget Feng Jiu'er.
"So, Brother Prince, you don't need to worry about me."
Feng Qingyin's voice sounded again.
"Now that I am the crown prince's brother's woman, if I have to choose between you and Jiu'er, I will choose you without hesitation."
"Even if it were Jiu'er, it would still be the same. In her heart, Prince Nine is the only one."
"I believe she won't show mercy to us just because I'm in the military camp."
Zhan Yuheng's breath became heavier and heavier, and Feng Qingyin looked more and more comfortable.
Feng Jiuer, this bitch who refuses to die, this time, I will not let her have a chance to live in this world again.
Even if she died, the prince brother would still not forget her.
But, at least now the prince's brother is his, and after Feng Jiuer completely disappears, he will slowly and completely belong to him.
"Brother Prince..." "It is understood that Feng Jiu'er and Nanmen Zhuo entered into peace just after the war began. Did you have any hand in the subsequent battles?"
Zhan Yuheng interrupted Feng Qingyin's words.
Hearing Zhan Yuheng calling Feng Jiuer's name and seeing his expression at this moment, Feng Qingyin felt so happy.
She pursed her lips lightly before nodding.
"Jiu'er wants to take back Crowwood City before us, and I will definitely not let her do so easily."
"If she completely convinces the people in Crowwood City, it will be extremely detrimental to our attack on Desert City, so I sent people into Crowwood City to do some things."
Feng Qingyin was a little proud. Of course, she hoped to be recognized by men all the time.
"Brother Prince, the Emperor has sent so many people to deal with the Ninth Prince this time. We must not lose this battle."
"Besides, if we win this battle, the emperor will probably agree to give me to you. Don't you think this is great?"
"The battle between Jiu'er and Nanmenzhuo is getting more and more intense now, which is good news for us."
"How did you do it?"
Zhan Yuheng glanced at Feng Qingyin, and the next moment, his eyes returned to the book of war.
Only he himself knows how much he listened to Feng Qingyin's words.
Feng Qingyin looked at his handsome face and pursed her lips.
"I heard that Jiu'er took back Crowwood City after killing Nanmen Yan. The people in Crowwood City are not stupid, and they cannot surrender to a new city lord so easily."
"I only asked people to do some provocation between the two armies, and then the battle started again. Brother Prince, tell me..." "Do you think Jiu'er will be fooled so easily?"
Zhan Yuheng shook his head and closed the military book, "I still have some things to deal with, so you can go to bed."
"Brother Prince, what do you mean?"
Hearing him driving her away again, Feng Qingyin immediately frowned.
Zhan Yuheng ignored it, stood up, went over and took a robe and put it on himself.
"There is no room for loss in tomorrow's battle. If you want to stay, then stay."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Yuheng turned around and strode out.
Before Feng Qingyin could react, the figure in her eyes had already moved away.
"Brother Prince."
She stood up, a little anxious, and her stomach felt really uncomfortable.
The person holding his stomach with both hands did not dare to pursue him.
Feng Qingyin knew very well that if it weren't for this child, the prince's brother would not even look at her.
In fact, she was more nervous than anyone else.
Holding her stomach, she walked back, came to the bed and sat down. Feng Qingyin gently lay down on Zhan Yuheng's bed.
Holding the quilt he used, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and closed her eyes.
