Zhan Qingcheng nodded and glanced at everyone, "I'll leave the rest to you."
"No trouble, no trouble."
"Your Majesty, have a good rest. Don't worry, we will complete the matter soon."
"Yes, yes, Miss Jiu'er, please take good care of Lord Ninth Prince."
"Miss Jiu'er, Your Majesty, I'd like to trouble you."
Some people shook their heads, some nodded, and there were smiles on their lips.
As soon as Feng Jiuer looked away from everyone, she saw the man beside her raising his long arm slightly.
She pursed her lips and took his arm with a smile.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let's go."
Unseen by everyone, Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly and stepped forward with his slender legs.
Seeing the prince leave, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
The people went over one after another and took away the unformed or almost formed lanterns from the hands of the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders and several masters.
"Generals, please go and have a rest."
"Yes, we can handle things here."
Not to mention the prince, seeing the warriors who usually fought so passionately on the battlefield doing trivial things here made the people feel uneasy.
Feng Jiuer did everyone a great favor by taking Zhan Qingcheng away, and the people were reluctant to let the prince suffer at all.
Under the shade of the trees by the lake in the distance, the cold air of the Night Rakshasa was enough to freeze the nearby lake.
Their prince was actually tricked by a woman into acting like a monkey.
"Feng Jiu'er, it's so abominable!"
Ye Luosha looked at Feng Jiuer's back with murderous intent.
Elder Shi stood aside and shook his head. It was not that he didn't want to see the prince smile, but he had not avenged his revenge and now was really not the time.
"Feng Jiu'er really takes herself seriously and dares to let the Lord do such a thing."
Leng Yue came over from nowhere.
"Senior Ye, you can't let your adoptive father know about this, he will definitely be very angry."
"Why can't he know?"
Ye Luosha glanced at Leng Yue and said, "If he hadn't been careful, no one like Feng Jiu'er would have appeared."
"Damn Feng Jiu'er, I..." Thinking of Di Ji's reminder, Ye Luosha gritted his teeth and did not say the rest of his words.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a person approaching on horseback not far away. Ye Luosha frowned and turned around to leave.
Elder Shi shook his head and turned to follow.
By the lake, only Leng Yue was left sneaking over.
After glancing at Feng Jiuer and then at Mu Mu who was passing by from the other side, the smile on her lips became even stronger.
If Feng Jiu'er had known that Jiuhuangshu's help made her brothers and people so uneasy, she would definitely not let Jiuhuangshu help her.
At that time, she just wanted him to be closer to the people and happier. Who knew that this would be a burden to the people?
She glanced sideways at the person next to her, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a happy arc.
How would Uncle Nine Emperors feel if he knew he was being rejected?
She was really looking forward to knowing.
However, for the sake of myself, my brothers and the people, I had better let it go.
Looking up at the lanterns hung high, Feng Jiuer said with a smile: "Uncle Nine Emperors is different, even the lanterns are hung very firmly."
"If you have anything to say, just say it."
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and frowned slightly.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Jiuer asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?
Could it be said that every compliment you receive should have a purpose?"
Zhan Qingcheng curled his lips slightly, looked away, and did not respond.
Feng Jiuer looked at him, lightly frowning.
"Think about it, I really praised you a lot today, and it's not like me normally."
"Um."
Before Feng Jiuer finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng nodded lightly.
Looking sideways at his face that didn't look like he was joking at all, Feng Jiuer suddenly retracted her hand holding his.
"This doesn't mean I have any purpose, right?
Could it be that Uncle Nine Emperors has no confidence that I can praise him?"
As soon as Feng Jiuer finished speaking, Zhan Qingcheng reached out with his long arms and pulled her into his arms.
He didn't respond to her question, he simply hugged her forward.
"Girl, I'm hungry."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at the tall figure beside her, pushing her to leave, but she couldn't.
Who knows why she praised him today?
But, looking at everything in Phoenix City, she couldn't help it.
"Okay, just think of me..." Before Feng Jiuer could finish her words, Zhan Qingcheng suddenly stopped.
"Didn't you say there were delicious pastries?
I'm hungry."
Meeting the man's gaze, Feng Jiuer blinked.
"Really hungry?"
"It's too late for breakfast, and it's not too early now."
Zhan Qingcheng said softly.
Looking at that handsome and angry face with a hint of aggrievedness, Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and looked away.
"Yes, what do you want to eat?
All.”
"I'm hungry too."
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.
Feng Jiu'er was about to turn around, Zhan Qingcheng frowned lightly and turned around with her.
Looking at Mu Mu holding the horse and walking behind him, Feng Jiuer's eyes instantly glowed with joy.
"Mu Mu."
She called softly and wanted to move forward.
But I don’t expect that people are imprisoned and cannot leave even if they want to.
Mu Mu glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, raised his eyebrows, and returned his gaze to Feng Jiu'er.
"Didn't you say it was delicious?"
"certainly."
Feng Jiuer nodded with a smile.
There is an inn and a restaurant behind you. If they can open their doors, there must be a lot of delicious food.
Looking back at the people beside her, Feng Jiuer said softly: "Let's go, I will take you to eat something delicious."
After calling Qiao Mu, along with Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingying, who had just returned, Feng Jiuer asked for an almost open space on the second floor of a restaurant.
I heard that it was a wing room, but in fact it didn't look like a wing room.
It has no walls or screens on three sides, and is similar to a pavilion.
Sitting in this special wing, you can see the street and almost the entire lake.
The breeze blows with the temperature of the sun, so people don't feel cold.
The waiter brought a table full of delicious food with a smile and then left.
Before returning to the city, Feng Jiuer was also very hungry, but when she met Zhan Qingcheng later, she actually forgot such an important thing.
Looking at the delicious food on the table, Little Cherry was the first to pick up the bowls and chopsticks.
"Jiu'er, eat."
Lifting her eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er, Little Cherry's eyes fell on the man beside her, "Ninth Prince, eat."
Just like Feng Jiuer, Little Cherry was also very hungry.
What's more important is that they have been traveling for so many days in a row and haven't been able to eat well even a day. Now that the food is so delicious, how can she remember that there is a prince here?
Xing Zizhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up a piece of chicken leg, and placed it in Xiaoying's bowl.
"Eat it, the Ninth Prince will not care about it."
Little Cherry glanced at the plump chicken legs in the bowl, pursed her lips, and raised her eyes to look at the person sitting opposite.
"Eat."
Feng Jiuer gave her a reassuring smile.
She picked up the bowl, spooned a bowl of soup, and her eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng.
