Feng Jiuer ignored Little Cherry, half-squinted her eyes, turned around and walked towards Jianyi.
Of course I don't stay here just to serve this nonsense guy! "Jian Yi."
Feng Jiuer put his clothes on the table, "Do you know what you said?
You’re looking for death, aren’t you?”
Jian Yi calmly put down the martial arts manual in his hand and raised his eyes to meet Feng Jiu'er's gaze.
"I'm not a child, of course I know, but don't you think you guys are on time..." "Jianyi!"
Feng Jiuer frowned, interrupting Jian Yi's words, "We are practicing martial arts, we are practicing martial arts. I really don't know what you are thinking about?"
"Um."
Jian Yi still had a smile on his face, "I'm also referring to martial arts training. The Ninth Prince was subdued by you in just a few strokes, which is indeed a bit unsatisfactory."
"Jiu'er, did I say something wrong?
Why are you so angry?"
Looking at Jian Yi at this moment, Feng Jiuer was suddenly speechless. What on earth happened to this guy today?
"Jianyi, after three months, I want to compete with you."
For some reason, Feng Jiuer really wanted to beat him up, so the words came out of her mouth.
"Okay, let's try it out in the private room. It should feel good."
Jianyi curled his lips slightly and said.
Jian Yi's words made Feng Jiuer consciously stop.
She finally realized that she must have met a fake Jianyi before, and everything about innocence and innocence was fake! "I'll deal with you later!"
Without saying a word, Feng Jiuer walked away.
Jiuhuangshu said half a stick of incense, did she still dare to neglect him?
Feng Jiuer left, and Little Cherry looked back at Jian Yi.
"Jian Yi, I didn't expect you to be stronger than Jiu'er! Or are you just relying on your own injuries to feel confident?"
Little Cherry raised her eyebrows, took Mu Mu's clothes with a smile, turned around and left the wing.
When Feng Jiuer returned to her private room, she saw Zhan Qingcheng sitting on the main seat looking at her.
She immediately closed the door and hurried in.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, these clothes are a bit fancy, but you can still make them without making them. Just give it a try."
Feng Jiuer felt a little guilty when he left aside the God of War Prince who took time out of his busy schedule to come over.
Coupled with Jian Yi's words just now, all she can do now is serve her well, and anyway, half a stick of incense doesn't last long.
Feng Jiuer obediently took the clothes over and Zhan Qingcheng's face seemed to look better.
"You try, okay?
I won’t wear it tonight, but we can wear it when we have time when we don’t have many family members, don’t you think?”
"Um."
Zhan Qingcheng casually took the clothes from Feng Jiuer's hand, "Try on yours first and show it to me."
Feng Jiuer looked at him, her eyes widened.
"I...that one should work, oh, okay, I'll give it a try."
Zhan Qingcheng didn't need to say anything. He just frowned slightly, and Feng Jiuer turned around and walked over to get the clothes dejectedly.
Picking up the remaining clothes on the table, she turned around and went to the inner room.
"You can change here."
Zhan Qingcheng's somewhat deep voice sounded.
It seemed to express that his anger was not gone yet.
Feng Jiuer turned back to meet his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are here, and there are many people outside who are watching eagerly. If they suddenly come in, won't I lose money?"
"The king is here, whoever dares to come in at will."
Zhan Qingcheng deliberately raised her voice.
Regardless of whether people outside could hear it or not, Feng Jiuer knew that no one dared to come in casually at this time.
Only Jian Yi, who doesn't quite obey the Nine Emperors Uncle, won't get bored at this time, and neither will the others.
Looking away from the door of the wing, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and nodded.
"Oh well."
Unexpectedly, she had just turned around to face the only person in the palace when the domineering voice of Uncle Nine Emperors came from behind her.
"Come here, I will serve you."
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath before turning around and looking at the person sitting on the main seat.
He said he would serve her and then asked her to walk over by herself. Is this considered serving her?
This is not the key question yet. What it means now is, does she really want to take off her clothes in front of him?
What would she do if Uncle Nine Emperors suddenly stopped leaving?
No matter how many complaints she had in her heart, Feng Jiuer still walked towards Zhan Qingcheng obediently.
Even she doubted whether the legs walking towards others were her own.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I can do it myself."
Less than five steps away from Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Jiuer stopped.
"come over."
Zhan Qingcheng's voice sounded again.
Feng Jiuer had no choice but to continue moving forward. She didn't stop until she came to him.
"Spread your hands."
Zhan Qingcheng stood up and looked down at the woman in front of him.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at him, then obediently opened her arms.
Looking at the man in front of her who was not even very skilled at untying a clothesline, Feng Jiuer wanted to say that there was not much time left for half a stick of incense.
But she still didn't dare. Uncle Nine Emperors was finally not so angry. Would she still want to ignite his anger?
After coughing lightly, Feng Jiuer whispered: "Uncle Nine Emperors."
"Um?"
Zhan Qingcheng had just untied the first piece of clothing and turned his attention to the second piece of clothing.
"What are you going to do later?
Is it something about the lantern festival?"
Feng Jiuer continued.
The atmosphere was so depressing that she had to say something to relieve it.
"My adoptive father asked me to come over, but I don't know why?"
Zhan Qingcheng responded patiently.
Even though his movements were not very skillful, he still allowed him to untie his clothes.
Feng Jiuer turned her head and watched the man take off her clothes, her breathing became a little erratic unconsciously.
"Don't think so wildly. Now is not the time. I just want to serve my wife and change her clothes. I have no other ideas."
Zhan Qingcheng's voice sounded.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and grabbed the rest of her clothes.
"Okay, there's no need to take off what's underneath."
"I didn't say that I would continue to take off my clothes."
Giving Feng Jiu'er a slightly evil smile, Zhan Qingcheng turned around and picked up the new clothes.
Staring at this guy who seemed calm but whose cheeks were still slightly red, Feng Jiuer suddenly moved forward and hugged him.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't seem to expect that the little girl would suddenly be so enthusiastic. When she hugged him, the clothes in his hands almost fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
He hugged her in his arms and asked in a low voice.
"What a pity!"
Feng Jiuer rubbed the man's chest and shook her head, sighing lightly.
"What a pity...what?"
The different touch changed the tone of Zhan Qingcheng's voice.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at him, blinking her big watery eyes: "It's a pity that it's not the right time yet."
Meeting the little girl's gaze, Zhan Qingcheng's aura became confused, and then became confused again.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and lowered her head.
When Zhan Qingcheng couldn't see her, she slightly raised the corners of her lips.
He told her seriously not to think too much. She just wanted to see if he really had no other ideas at all.
