Feeling the man's strong and familiar aura, Feng Jiuer's nose felt sour and tears almost flowed down her face.
Looking back, she pursed her lips unconsciously.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are finally here."
The man who looked like a god carried a woman back.
The sun poked its head out from the dark clouds, and the sunlight shone down. Zhan Qingcheng's broad body flew through the air, blocking a lot of light.
Feng Jiuer nestled in his arms, pursed her lips tightly, and could no longer speak.
He finally came, and the brothers were saved this time.
"Your Majesty."
Finally, a brother recognized Zhan Qingcheng and shouted, "Your Majesty, it's your Majesty."
"The prince is back, the prince is here."
Soon, almost all the brothers shouted.
"The prince is here! The prince is here to save us!"
Wherever there is war, the light of victory shines everywhere.
His arrival brought hope to everyone.
Zhan Qingcheng flew by with Feng Jiuer in his arms, followed by several men of the same height and all wearing black clothes.
Several "eagles" flew by, and the sky cleared up, just like the brothers were feeling now.
Hearing that the God of War Prince was coming, the opponent's soldiers suddenly lost their momentum.
Looking at the "eagle" passing by in the sky, they were slightly stunned and did not react for a long time.
At the same time, three thousand elite soldiers brought by Zhan Qingcheng attacked from one side of the valley.
Xing Zizhou, Zhao Yusheng, Xiao Yingtao, Xue Gu and Huo Baixue, who were leading the troops, reacted suddenly and continued fighting with their brothers.
After landing firmly on the ground, Feng Jiuer remembered the injured Tuoba Keyan.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
She grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's sleeves and said, "Uncle Nine Emperors, Yan Yan, he was hit by an arrow."
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and glanced down. Although his expression was cold, there was still longing and affection hidden in his expression.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Jiuer blinked and let go of his clothes.
"Ke Yan..." When Feng Jiu'er turned around, he saw Yu Jingfeng helping Tuoba Keyan approach.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer turned back and glanced at Zhan Qingcheng.
"I'm very happy to have you back."
After leaving her words that were almost inaudible, Feng Jiuer bit her lip, turned around and headed towards Tuoba Keyan.
Zhan Qingcheng and his men suddenly appeared, leaving the other side's soldiers stunned for a while.
Feng Jiuer's men seized the opportunity to counterattack, and the situation improved instantly.
Soon, Zhan Qingcheng and Feng Jiuer joined the battle circle.
The cooperation between the two is seamless, invincible and invincible.
Everywhere they went, people were overturned.
In just half a day, the entire situation turned around.
Before dark, the enemy army began to retreat.
Zhan Qingcheng continued the pursuit with his elite troops, while Feng Jiuer stayed behind and worked with everyone to treat the injured brother.
The night passed quickly. Feng Jiuer checked the condition of the injured brother in the last tent. The sky was already turning white.
Not far away, stood a tall figure. In this extremely cold winter morning, he was like the warm sun.
Zhan Qingcheng was wearing a black battle suit, and his clothes and hair were all a bit messy.
However, none of this can conceal his stunning beauty.
The fair skin formed a sharp contrast with the black battle suit.
Not seeing him for a while, he may have lost weight, and his eyes looked deeper, but those eyes, like those of an eagle, were still bright and bright.
The high bridge of the nose, the thin lips that are more beautiful than those of a woman, the strong chin, there is no imperfection or unattractive part.
The man's tall body stood there, like a god.
After being stunned for a moment, Feng Jiuer blinked and her nose felt a little sore again.
She knew that when he came, everything would be fine.
Fortunately, he really came, otherwise, when the sun rises again today, not many of her brothers would be able to stand up.
Xing Zizhou rode his horse back from the other side.
While he was still on horseback, he saw Feng Jiu'er and shouted unconsciously: "Jiu'er, Lord Jiu has driven the prince's troops out of the city."
"The Ninth Prince drove all the Prince's troops out of the city. We can safely hold Mocheng."
"Jiu'er, we succeeded."
Xing Zizhou's voice spread throughout the silent war camp.
The brothers woke up and all those who could walk and jump came out of the tent.
In a blink of an eye, there were cheers.
Xing Zizhou came to Feng Jiuer's side and saw Zhan Qingcheng standing outside another tent.
The army hadn't come back yet, so he didn't expect that the Nine Princes had already arrived.
Looking at Zhan Qingcheng, then at Feng Jiuer, Xing Zizhou, who had just dismounted, mounted again.
"I'm going to find Little Cherry, so I won't stop you."
As Xing Zizhou ran forward, he waved to his brothers who came out of the tent and winked.
The brothers took a sneak glance here and hid back in the tent.
"The prince's people were driven out of the city, and we successfully defended Mocheng."
Xing Zizhou's voice was still heard in the war camp.
The deserted battle camp gradually became lively, but no one went to the rear.
Even in the tents near Feng Jiuer and Zhan Qingcheng, the brothers went back one after another and did not dare to come out.
In just a blink of an eye, no other people were seen around, and the whole world seemed to be just two people, one tall and one short.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Throwing away the medicine box in her hand, she took out her long legs and ran towards Zhan Qingcheng.
Zhan Qingcheng slightly curled up her beautiful thin lips and opened her arms.
Feng Jiuer ran forward desperately, jumped up, and hugged him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I miss you."
She hugged him hard, and her strength continued to increase.
I think about it very much, I think about it very much, I think about it very much, I think about it all the time.
Zhan Qingcheng retracted his arms, easily picked up the thin body and held him in his arms.
When Feng Jiuer raised her eyes, the man who leaned over lowered his head and captured her lips.
The moment the two thin lips touched each other, Feng Jiuer lowered her head and buried it on Zhan Qingcheng's chest.
Zhan Qingcheng tossed her robe and held Feng Jiuer in her arms.
From a distance, her body is almost completely invisible.
Zhan Qingcheng swept his thick eyebrows and coughed slightly, and Yu Jingfeng jumped out of nowhere.
"Your Majesty, the resting place is ready, please!"
After waving his hand, Yu Jingfeng turned and walked away.
Feng Jiuer has been nestling in Zhan Qingcheng's arms. At this moment, she is willing to let him take her, even to the ends of the world.
Arriving at a tent, Zhan Qingcheng walked in with Feng Jiuer in her arms.
The surroundings became a little different, and Feng Jiuer quietly poked her head out of Zhan Qingcheng's arms.
Unexpectedly, the person was placed directly on the bed.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer reacted suddenly and pushed his strong body.
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and imprisoned her easily.
Their eyes met, and all the thoughts rushed up at once. Feng Jiuer took a sip and closed her eyes.
Zhan Qingcheng rubbed her little head, lowered her head, and came closer.
