"Uncle Nine Emperors, what's going on in Phoenix City now?"
The tent was quiet for a while, and Feng Jiuer asked softly.
"fine."
Zhan Qingcheng threw out two words and unconsciously rubbed Feng Jiuer's head.
Feng Jiuer regretted staying. In fact, if she wanted to ask about the specific situation, she should ask Yu Jingfeng.
Uncle Nine Emperors has always cherished ink like gold, how could she forget it?
If it leaves, it won't be the same as it is now, and it will be no different from a kitten in the owner's hands.
"Where's Mu Mu?
Is the battle in Mingcheng over?"
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and her voice sounded again.
"It's not a big problem."
Zhan Qingcheng responded softly.
After the hand on her body left, Feng Jiuer heard the sound of flipping through books or letters.
After a while, she asked in a low voice: "What are your plans next?
Do you want to attack back?"
"What do you want me to do?"
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and then reached out to rub Feng Jiuer's head.
Feng Jiuer looked at the ground, unable to even raise her eyes.
Sighing slightly, she asked in a low voice: "Uncle Nine Emperors, do you think it's a little weird that I'm lying down all the time?
I..." "Very good."
Zhan Qingcheng interrupted Feng Jiuer seriously.
People who don't know him might think he is teasing a kitten, but Feng Jiuer knows that he is really serious about his work.
The woman who had been convincing herself to accept this gesture but was unwilling to do so sighed again.
"What Uncle Nine Emperors wants is not up to me. If you are busy, I will go out first."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer wanted to get up, but the palm placed on her back did not let her do so.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't need to use too much force to stop him. He only needed to use a little force to express his intention, and Feng Jiuer didn't dare to refuse.
This absolute servility will really not change just because she possesses peerless martial arts.
"You can make the decision regarding my king's affairs."
When Feng Jiu'er wanted to complain, Zhan Qingcheng's words made all her resentment disappear immediately.
Can she make decisions about him?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you...are you kidding?"
A certain woman asked tremblingly.
When they met this time, why did she feel that Uncle Nine Emperors had changed so much?
At least, he talks more.
Zhan Qingcheng relaxed the pressure on Feng Jiu'er like a charity, allowing her to lift her body.
Feng Jiuer straightened her back and looked up at him.
Lowering his eyes to meet the little girl's gaze, he frowned, his voice still low: "Is this king someone who likes to joke?"
As soon as Feng Jiuer sat up, Zhan Qingcheng grabbed her with his big palm and held her in his arms.
She looked at him for a moment, still not believing her ears.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you...mean?"
Can she make decisions about him?
Is he serious?
"Literally."
Zhan Qingcheng held Feng Jiuer in his arms with one hand, and opened a piece of letter with the other hand.
Hearing the voice behind her, Feng Jiuer knew that he was going to be busy, but was she sure what Uncle Nine Emperors just said was what she thought he meant?
Sitting astride the man like a child, Feng Jiuer's entire body was buried in Zhan Qingcheng's arms.
Apart from gently grabbing his clothes, she didn't dare to move.
The tent was quiet for a while, and when Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything, Feng Jiuer raised her head again.
"Then Uncle Nine Emperors plans to attack or stay?"
"What do you mean?"
Zhan Qingcheng asked softly.
It seems that he is still doing things, but he does not take his words seriously.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and shook her head: "I don't want to fight."
"I feel bad when I see my brother injured and the people fleeing."
Zhan Qingcheng stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes, glanced down, and started writing again.
Soon, a piece of letter was completed. He put down the pen and looked down at the person in his arms.
"Okay, let's not fight."
Zhan Qingcheng held Feng Jiu'er in his arms, slightly curled his beautiful thin lips, lowered his head, and kissed her on the head.
Feng Jiuer buried her head in his arms, feeling particularly moved. She was even more moved than when he said he wanted to marry her in the morning.
Feng Jiu'er couldn't imagine how many battles a young Uncle Nine Emperors had to go through to achieve what he is today.
Unexpectedly, when she simply said "I don't want to fight", he responded "We won't fight".
The tent became quiet, with only the sound of Zhan Qingcheng reading books.
After a while, Feng Jiuer finally reacted in shock.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you're busy, I'm going to check on my brother."
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and did not refuse.
After rubbing her head, he let her go.
Feng Jiuer carefully got off Zhan Qingcheng and poured him another cup of tea.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm going out first."
"Um."
Zhan Qingcheng nodded lightly and did not raise his eyes.
Feng Jiuer, however, turned around and left as if she was used to it.
The moment she turned around, the corners of her mouth curled up in happiness.
The feeling of falling in love is so good! After leaving Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Jiuer returned to the general Feng in everyone's heart.
She walked around the camp and personally treated many brothers, which took half a day.
At some point, Feng Jiuer came out of a tent and met Zhao Yusheng.
"Zhao Yusheng."
She took a step forward and whispered.
Zhao Yusheng, who was about to go to the other side, immediately stopped and turned around when he heard Feng Jiuer's voice.
"Jiu'er."
He called softly, with a little smile on his face.
"Has the bird that went looking for Jian Yi come back?
It’s been so long, and I don’t know what Jian Yi’s condition is.”
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, feeling a little depressed.
Zhao Yusheng didn't know how to comfort, so he picked up the whistle hanging around his neck and blew it.
Feng Jiuer understood that the bird was back.
She raised her eyes and looked at the sky. After a while, a communication bird flew over.
"When did it happen?"
She looked away and looked at Zhao Yusheng.
"It should have been yesterday. The situation was too urgent and I didn't tell you in time."
Zhao Yusheng responded softly.
The communication bird seemed to be human and landed on Feng Jiuer's shoulder.
Feng Jiuer gently hugged it and took out the note from the short tube tied to its leg.
Looking at the contents of the note, Feng Jiuer frowned.
When she raised her eyes to look at Zhao Yusheng, birds flew up and kept circling in the sky.
"Zhao Yusheng, what does this mean?
Didn't it find Jianyi, or was Jianyi unwilling to reply to my letter?"
Zhao Yusheng raised his eyes and looked at the communication bird for a while, then looked back at Feng Jiu'er.
"The communication bird should know the whereabouts of Jian Yi and wants to take us there."
"Jiu'er, Jianyi was so seriously injured that he shouldn't be able to walk far. How about I go looking for him with you?"
"I'm relatively familiar with the terrain in the south. It shouldn't be difficult to go back and mobilize my brothers to search together."
