When Feng Jiuer and Xiao Yingtao went down, a bonfire was set up outside the inn.
The brothers sang and danced, making it very lively.
"Miss Jiu'er."
"Miss Jiu'er."
Everyone smiled when they saw Feng Jiu'er. Such a smile had not appeared on the brothers' faces for a long time.
"Jiu'er, come here, everything is ready for you."
Zhao Yusheng stood up and greeted him.
When he wanted to hold Feng Jiu'er's hand, she gave her a blank look, and he had no choice but to take back his outstretched palm.
"Come on, Jiu'er, I've prepared the most tender lamb leg for you."
Feng Jiuer looked at the brothers around him and nodded, and together with Zhao Yusheng, they came to a position that looked very comfortable.
On a cold winter day, sitting around a bonfire, sitting on a chair covered with a blanket, and eating lamb chops is really good.
Pursing her lips, Feng Jiuer sat down on the chair behind the table.
"Jiu'er, Zhao Yusheng prepared this for you. It's all cut and steaming. Eat it quickly."
Little Cherry sat down next to her.
Feng Jiuer took a wooden fork specially made by a certain man, forked a piece of mutton and put it into her mouth.
Zhao Yusheng stood by with a nervous look on his face.
"how?
Is it okay?
I’ve tried them all, and they’re pretty good.”
"No sword is as good as roasted."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at him, raised her eyebrows, lowered her head, forked another piece and put it in her mouth.
Looking up again, she coughed lightly when she met a certain man's disappointed eyes.
"It's okay, second best."
"Yeah?"
Only then did Zhao Yusheng raise the corners of his mouth.
It seemed that as long as he got Feng Jiuer's praise, even if it was second best, he would be happy.
"Zhao Yusheng, you should go and eat too. No matter how you look at her, she will never be your wife."
Little Cherry said with a smile.
Zhao Yusheng curled his lips slightly and sat on the other side of Feng Jiuer.
"She was my wife from the beginning, and she will be mine forever."
He thought Feng Jiuer wouldn't be able to hear his muttering.
But unexpectedly, he turned his head to meet Feng Jiuer's reproachful gaze.
"Jiu'er, I..." Zhao Yusheng coughed heavily, "You don't have to say it, I know, I know it anyway."
"What do you know?"
Feng Jiuer frowned, not quite believing what Zhao Yusheng said.
Zhao Yusheng's face once again showed a joyful smile.
Looking back, he took the wooden fork in his hand, imitated Feng Jiuer's posture, and forked a piece of chopped mutton.
"I will adapt to your habits sooner or later, Jiu'er, don't worry, I..." "What are you adapting to?"
Feng Jiuer half-squinted her eyes and glared at the man beside her.
Zhao Yusheng just smiled and said nothing more.
Looking at the guy next to her, Feng Jiuer took a deep breath.
"Zhao Yusheng, I..." "Hey, Jiu'er, you called me?"
Zhao Yusheng turned his head to meet Feng Jiuer's eyes, and his smile was brighter than the firelight not far away.
Feng Jiuer's eyes widened and she took a deep breath.
"Don't talk about visiting the church, my wife's business."
After giving Zhao Yusheng a blank look, she looked away.
"I see."
Zhao Yusheng said softly, "Jiu'er, eat it quickly, or it will get cold if you don't."
Feng Jiuer ignored it and directly grabbed a piece of mutton ribs and started to chew on it.
Unexpectedly, I heard the people next to me talking to themselves.
"If we don't talk now, we'll talk later. Our days are still long."
Zhao Yusheng glanced at Feng Jiuer secretly and started to eat.
When Feng Jiuer looked sideways, he neither spoke nor looked at her. No matter how helpless she was, she had nothing to say.
This guy didn't know if he really waited for her to get married before giving up. He obviously didn't like each other, but it was because of the wedding ceremony that day that they had been serious about it for so long.
But think about it, men in ancient times were really good. At least they respected and took responsibility for marriage, unlike modern men.
Ignoring Zhao Yusheng, Feng Jiuer continued to eat the mutton chops.
After chewing for a while, she looked at the remaining bones in her hands and sighed.
What happened to this guy Jian Yi?
Are you fed and clothed?
...Outside the city wall, several imperial doctors came in and out of Zhan Yuheng's tent.
For two days and two nights, Zhan Yuheng's condition did not improve.
Looking at the pale man beside her, Feng Qingyin clenched her fist tightly, wishing to cut Feng Jiuer into pieces.
The imperial doctor had just left, and besides Feng Qingyin, there was also Qingyun in the tent.
Zhan Yuheng's situation is so critical, how can Qingyun care about anything else, everything is about Zhan Yuheng.
Feng Qingyin sat down by the bed, holding Zhan Yuheng's hand, her eyes a little moist.
"Brother Prince, can you hear me?
Brother Prince, please don’t scare Qingyin, okay?
Wake up quickly!"
"You scared me and our child too. Wake up quickly. Qingyin needs you. Brother Prince, wake up soon."
Qingyun knew very well Zhan Yuheng's feelings for Feng Qingyin. He only kept her because of the child in her belly.
Qingyun could only feel disgust for this woman who had forcibly taken possession of His Highness the Crown Prince. If he could, he would have wanted to drive her out so as not to stain the Prince's sanctity.
"Brother Prince, please open your eyes and look at Qingyin and our child."
Feng Qingyin's voice still sounded again.
"Brother Prince, Qingyin misses you. He needs to wake up soon. My son and I both need you, Brother Prince."
Suddenly, the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed coughed lightly.
Feng Qingyin tightened her grip on his big palm: "Brother Prince, are you awake?"
"Open your eyes and look at me. The imperial doctor said that as long as you wake up today, you will be fine. Brother Prince, please quickly open your eyes and look at me."
"Jiu'er."
Zhan Yuheng moved his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Jiu'er, it's me..." Zhan Yuheng held Feng Qingyin's little hand and said hoarsely: "Jiu'er, don't leave me, it's my fault,
Jiu'er, don't leave."
After hearing Zhan Yuheng's words clearly, Feng Qingyin's face suddenly turned gloomy.
That night, he called her name. Why is he still calling her name now?
"Qingyun."
Feng Qingyin turned around and glanced at Qingyun with an unhappy look on her face, "Send troops! I order you to send troops now!"
Qingyun frowned, walked over, and looked at the person on the bed.
"If His Royal Highness cannot wake up, what is the use of winning this battle?"
"Jiu'er, don't leave!"
Zhan Yuheng held Feng Qingyin's hand tightly and frowned, but still could not open his eyes.
"Jiu'er, I was wrong. Jiu'er, don't... leave. It was me... who was wrong."
Looking down at the man in front of her who was calling another woman's name, Feng Qingyin took a deep breath.
Yes, something must not happen to her brother, the prince, otherwise she would be helpless.
But when she heard him calling Feng Jiu'er's name, how could she pretend she couldn't hear him?
Lifting his eyes and glaring at Qingyun, Feng Qingyin's deep voice sounded again: "Let's go to battle! I'll just guard the prince brother."
