Feng Qingyin looked at the man and woman sitting together, gritted her teeth with hatred, and kept accelerating her pace.
When she was about to get close, Feng Qingyin pulled out a short knife from her waist.
There was a flash of silver light, and Little Cherry suddenly screamed.
"Jiu'er, be careful!"
While screaming, Little Cherry rushed forward desperately.
Unexpectedly, Linglong, who had been protecting Feng Qingyin, suddenly pulled out her long sword, turned around, and aimed it at Little Cherry's heart.
When Feng Jiuer heard Little Cherry's voice, she reacted suddenly and glanced forward.
Seeing Linglong suddenly turning around with the sword in hand, she pushed Zhan Yuheng away, stepped on the table, and leapt over.
When Linglong's long sword touched Little Cherry's sleeve, Feng Jiuer kicked Linglong away with all her strength.
Linglong screamed, flew more than ten feet, and hung on the treetop.
"Little Cherry, are you okay?"
Feng Jiuer held Little Cherry's shoulders and immediately checked her torn clothes.
Feng Jiu'er's aura was too strong, and the powerful aura rushed towards her. If it weren't for Huo Baixue's support behind her, the stunned Little Cherry might have fallen down.
She took a deep breath before reacting and shook her head.
"I'm fine."
Looking down at the hand searching for something on her chest, Little Cherry held Feng Jiuer's arm in her hand.
"Jiu'er, I'm not hurt, there's nothing wrong with me."
"It's okay."
Feng Jiuer nodded and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She took off her clothes and put them on Little Cherry, then turned around and looked at the person behind her.
Feng Qingyin was knocked to the ground by her breath. Two palace maids rushed over and just helped her up.
Zhan Yuheng was pushed by Feng Jiuer, and his breath was a bit confused.
Qingyun, who was standing next to him, asked softly: "Your Highness, your injury..." "It doesn't matter."
Zhan Yuheng frowned slightly and stood up.
"Brother Prince."
Feng Qingyin, who had just been helped up, finally reacted. She clutched her stomach and rushed towards Zhan Yuheng.
"Brother Prince, are you okay, Brother Prince?"
"Ah! Brother Prince, I..." Feng Jiuer looked at Feng Qingyin seriously for a while, making sure that she was fine. She interrupted Feng Qingyin's words in a deep voice.
"Your Highness, I don't know what is going on?"
"You said you would treat me to a meal, but your people want to attack my people. Isn't this the Hongmen Banquet?"
Glancing at the dagger on the ground, Feng Jiuer finally understood why Little Cherry was so anxious. Even when Linglong attacked her, she didn't react.
When Feng Qingyin wanted to refute, she saw Feng Jiuer picking up her short knife from the ground.
"Brother Prince, I have a stomachache, I have a stomachache."
Feng Qingyin frowned, clutching her stomach and bending over in pain.
The maids supporting her on the left and right shouted loudly.
"Imperial doctor, please ask the imperial doctor."
"Imperial physician, come here and see Miss Qingyin, quickly!"
The two imperial doctors hurried over, and the two palace maids helped Feng Qingyin to Zhan Yuheng's wooden chair and asked her to sit down.
When the imperial doctor passed by, Feng Jiuer clearly saw Feng Qingyin give him a wink.
This play was so fake, but Zhan Yuheng was the only one who didn't see it.
Sure enough, as soon as the imperial doctor took Feng Qingyin's pulse, he looked horrified.
"Your Highness, Miss Qingyin has fetal force."
Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and said calmly: "Take her back and don't affect the guests of this palace."
Seeing Feng Jiuer take action again, Zhan Yuheng was in a good mood even though his wound was injured a second time.
Feng Jiu'er was full of anger. Feng Qingyin was plotting against her and attacking her friends. She really felt that the kick she just gave Linglong was too light.
Now that she saw Feng Qingyin's aggrieved and angry look, she felt calmer.
She was just complaining for no reason, but if His Highness the Crown Prince believed her and attacked her again, or even her brother, how could she swallow this tone?
Is Little Cherry uninjured, or is she frightened? She must settle this account with Feng Qingyin! Pretending to be sick?
Fetal fluid?
Humph! Feng Qingyin would not let herself get into trouble so easily. When Feng Jiuer flew up just now, the direction was not toward her.
However, Feng Jiuer's speed and skill really exceeded her surprise.
Feng Jiu'er was beautiful and good at martial arts, and she still lived in Zhan Yuheng's heart. Feng Qingyin really wanted to get rid of her all the time.
But I didn't expect that the prince's brother would not even take the words of the imperial doctor into consideration.
"Brother Prince, I..." In the blink of an eye, Feng Qingyin burst into tears.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Feng Qingyin, interrupted her words, and raised her hand to Zhan Yuheng.
"My people are frightened. Please forgive me for not being able to accompany you to this dinner tonight."
Feng Jiuer frowned lightly, then flicked the knife casually, and the short knife in his hand landed steadily on the table in front of Feng Qingyin.
Her speed is extremely fast, even if Qingyun wants to stop her, she can't stop her at all.
Feng Qingyin was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe. She looked at the dagger and froze for a while before taking a deep breath.
Feng Jiu'er was Zhan Yuheng's guest. The people guarding Feng Qingyin were trembling and did not dare to say anything.
Everyone glanced at Feng Jiu'er and almost all their eyes returned to Zhan Yuheng.
Feng Jiuer stared at Feng Qingyin, staring hard.
"Feng Qingyin, you'd better keep your child, he is the only one who can save your life now."
"How many people have you found to hunt me down? How many brothers have you killed? I have remembered all the accounts. When the time comes, I will never let you go!"
The robe was worn on Xiaotao. In the cold winter night, Feng Jiuer's white clothes looked particularly thin.
However, she stood upright in the cold wind, under the moonlight, with a gloomy expression and sharp eyes, like a snow wolf standing on the snow-capped mountains, arrogant and cold-blooded! The sharp eyes swept over Feng Qingyin, and Feng Jiuer turned around to hold her hand.
He held Little Cherry's hand and glanced at Huo Baixue.
"Let's go, we won't come to this kind of Hongmen Banquet anymore. I'll treat you to a delicious meal."
Fortunately, Little Cherry was not injured, otherwise Feng Jiuer would not know how to explain to Xing Zizhou.
She promised to protect them, but she almost broke her promise.
"Little Cherry, are you really okay?
Why are your hands so cold?"
Feng Jiuer no longer paid attention to the person behind her, turned her head to look at Little Cherry and asked softly.
"I'm fine."
Shaking her head, Little Cherry remembered that she had an extra piece of clothing on her body.
"Jiu'er, I'm fine, I don't need your clothes."
When Little Cherry was taking off her clothes, Feng Jiuer pulled her collar and shook her head.
"Your clothes are all torn. Do you want to go back naked?"
"Is everything... broken?"
Little Cherry grabbed her robe and glanced down.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer nodded, "I'm not cold. You can put it on when you go back, so that Xing Zizhou won't trouble me tonight."
