Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside, "Girl, open the door."
The three women sitting in the hall looked at each other and stood up.
Feng Jiuer coughed lightly, put down the clothes in her hands, and walked out.
Little Cherry and Qiao Mu hurriedly picked up the clothes they were about to take away. The master was here, could they not move a place for him?
Feng Jiuer came to the main hall door and opened it.
Looking at the charming man outside the door, who even stood more handsome than anyone else, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
"When did the Nine Emperors Uncle come?
Could it be that you want to come over and eavesdrop on us girls chatting about interesting things in the boudoir?"
A maid stepped aside, bent down, and lowered her head.
Zhan Qingcheng just waved his hand and she stepped aside without making any noise.
"As soon as I arrived, I heard someone shouting my name."
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him, curling his lips slightly.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the palace, and his voice continued: "Why, you don't want to invite me to come in and sit down?"
"certainly."
Qiao Mu opened the door on the other side and walked out.
"Can."
Little Cherry didn't even raise her head, hugging her clothes and following Qiao Mu's footsteps.
Qiao Mu left, looked at the maid beside him, and waved his hand.
The maid nodded and retreated further to guard.
Before Zhan Qingcheng entered the door, he and Feng Jiuer were the only two people left inside and outside the palace.
Looking up at the man, Feng Jiuer stepped aside and made room.
"Isn't Uncle Nine Emperors coming in?
It’s very convenient now.”
"very good."
Zhan Qingcheng nodded and walked in.
Feng Jiuer closed the door and went back.
Anyway, when Uncle Nine Emperors is here, the door must be closed. She has already understood his request.
When Feng Jiuer entered, Zhan Qingcheng's attention had already fallen on the clothes on the table.
"Which one of the new clothes you prepared for me?"
"you guess?"
Feng Jiuer came to his side and raised her eyebrows.
"Do you still need to guess?"
Zhan Qingcheng took the larger half of the two clothes with similar styles into his hands.
Feng Jiuer stared at the clothes in his hand, not daring to speak.
There were some clothes on the table, but now there are only four pieces left, one for women and three for men.
Against the backdrop of the relatively plain clothes of Mu Mu and Jian Yi, the one large and one small clothes of similar styles looked a bit special.
Zhan Qingcheng took his clothes and looked at them carefully for a while.
"good."
Finally, he spit out two words.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and finally felt relieved.
"Is it just good?
I feel good."
Taking the clothes from Zhan Qingcheng's hand, Feng Jiuer admired them with a proud expression.
Originally, she really just wanted to try it, but the effect was unexpectedly good.
"Anyway, I like it very much."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and smiled happily.
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl beside him, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I like it too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged the woman who was still studying the clothes.
Suddenly her body became light, Feng Jiuer let out a low cry and struggled to get down.
However, Zhan Qingcheng did not give her a chance. He hugged her and went to the inner room.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what...are you going to do?"
Feng Jiuer was defeated and could only raise her eyes to look at him.
"Do something big."
Zhan Qingcheng responded softly.
"I don't want it!"
Feng Jiuer pushed hard and jumped into a certain man's arms.
Seeing the little girl's agile figure, Zhan Qingcheng didn't have any displeasure on his face.
Feng Jiuer stared at the man not far away, stretched out her hands, and looked defensive.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you'd better not come over. You may not be my opponent now."
Feng Jiu has wanted to say this for a long time, even if she is not his opponent yet, she still wants to say it.
"Need to compete?"
Zhan Qingcheng walked towards Feng Jiuer with a doting look on his face.
Feng Jiuer changed her posture and frowned.
"Let's compete, who is afraid of whom?"
If she was really not afraid, she wouldn't need to bluff! When the man was less than a foot away from her, Feng Jiuer's long hair and clothes were slightly raised back.
This guy was still smiling and had no intention of taking action. I didn't expect his momentum to be so strong.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, jumped up, and sent a palm towards Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, prepare to accept the move!"
Not long after Mu Mu entered the yard, he heard a "boom". He tossed his clothes and moved forward quickly.
He stopped when he saw Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying guarding not far from the main hall.
"Who's in there?"
Mu Mu asked in a deep voice.
When Little Cherry looked back, she was still covering her heart.
She thought something happy would happen if Uncle Nine Emperors came to Jiu'er, but she and Qiao Mu didn't go far.
Unexpectedly, soon after the two entered, the sounds of fighting could be heard.
"It's Jiu'er and Jiu Wangye. No, nothing happened. They may be competing in martial arts."
As soon as Little Cherry's voice finished, another "boom" sound came from inside, and almost the whole yard shook.
"This guy, don't be too aggressive!"
Qiao Mu couldn't help but sigh.
I also wonder, how could the Nine Emperors Uncle take action against his own woman?
This "rumbling" sound must also be Feng Jiuer's masterpiece.
The sound rang out again, and the whole yard shook again, not to mention it wasn't scary.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Xiaoxiao ran out from the side room.
Not only her, but also Zhao Yusheng, Xing Zizhou and Jian Yi opened the doors of several wing rooms one after another.
Seeing Jian Yi's worried look on his face as he was about to pass, Qiao Mu passed over as quickly as possible and stood in front of him.
"It's Prince Jiu and Jiu'er who are competing in martial arts, you don't need to worry."
Jianyi glanced at Qiao Mu, and then his eyes fell on the door of Feng Jiuer's wing.
In the inner room of the wing, Feng Jiu'er struck a few palms, which didn't hurt Zhan Qingcheng's hair, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.
"Why don't you fight back?"
She stared at Zhan Qingcheng and complained.
"If I fight back, I'm afraid this house will be destroyed."
Zhan Qingcheng curled her lips slightly and walked towards Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer mumbled her lips and looked around.
She also knew that she couldn't use her full strength, otherwise she might have to find another place to sleep tonight.
But her speed was obviously not too slow, but she didn't expect that the wind of her palm still couldn't affect him in the slightest.
When she looked back, the man had already arrived in front of her. Feng Jiuer frowned and took out her palm again.
With a "boom", her palm failed again, and the man in front of her disappeared.
The moment Feng Jiuer turned around, she was picked up again.
Uncle Jiuhuang's speed was indeed amazing, which she couldn't help but admire.
"Put me down and let's go to the back mountain to compete again."
"I haven't used my true skills yet. There are too many restrictions here. I want to go to the back mountain and I want to compete with you."
