Feng Jiuer looked at God with boundless gaze, and raised a cheerful smile on her lips.
"If my husband treats me badly, Your Majesty, no! Your Highness, how should you seek justice for me?"
"Cut him!"
Di Wuya responded without hesitation.
"Smooth talk!"
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Di Wuya and then looked away.
Although she said this, she still couldn't hide the smile on her face.
Di Wuya hugged his wife and walked into the other courtyard.
On the first day of the new year, more than half of it passed in a thrilling way.
After Feng Jiuer and Di Wuya left, there were Di Ji and Ye Luosha in Di Feimu's wing, as well as Elder Shi who entered behind them.
After tossing and turning all day long, no fever was found in Di Feimu, but the three people present did not dare to be careless.
The sky was gradually getting brighter, and the people on the bed suddenly showed signs of waking up.
Seeing this, Ye Luosha immediately walked over.
"Elder Shi, go find out where Mu Bai is?"
"good."
Elder Shi nodded, turned around and walked out.
Mu Bai received the news and was rushing back overnight. No one can tell where he is now.
Ye Luosha washed a hot towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently wiped Di Feimu's forehead.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu suddenly struggled and shouted in a hoarse voice, "No! Don't leave! Jiu'er..." Ye Luosha turned back and glanced at Di Ji, feeling as if his heart was cut by a knife.
She sighed lightly, turned around, and took Di Feimu's suddenly extended palm.
Perhaps the wound was too painful, so Di Feimu frowned and did not continue to move.
Ye Luosha put his hand back into the quilt and reached out to explore his forehead.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu's palm, which he had placed on the quilt, moved again.
Ye Luosha had no choice but to carefully take out his hand and hold it tightly.
"Mu'er, it's me, how do you feel now?"
Ye Luosha had no children in his life and had long regarded Di Feimu as his biological son.
Seeing him in such pain, her heart felt like it was bleeding.
"Jiu'er."
Di Feimu's voice sounded again, "Jiu'er, don't... leave! Jiu'er... I like you, you..." "Don't agree to that guy, Jiu'er... don't leave me, Jiu'er... cough..."
Di Feimu suddenly coughed slightly and frowned.
Every cough would inevitably cause injuries on his body, and his face would become paler.
"Mu'er, stop talking, Mu'er, stop talking."
Ye Luosha was worried that his wound would open again, and he was very anxious.
Seeing his pain, Ye Luosha hugged his shoulders and looked at a loss.
Di Ji glanced at the sachet on the table, immediately went over to take the sachet and came to the bedside.
"Here, let him smell it."
Only then did Ye Luosha remember the sachet left by Feng Jiuer.
She turned around and took the sachet and placed it in front of Di Feimu's nose.
"Mu'er, smell it. If you smell it, you will stop coughing. Just smell it."
Night Rakshasa was rarely so anxious, and even his voice was a little trembling.
"Mu'er, this is the sachet left by Jiu'er. You can smell it."
When Feng Jiuer left the sachet, she said that if Di Feimu coughs, put the sachet next to his pillow.
The taste of herbal medicine can suppress coughs.
Everyone knows that Di Feimu should not cough at this time, otherwise the wound will easily open and the consequences will be disastrous.
Fortunately, Di Feimu gradually calmed down after smelling the scent of the sachet.
"Jiu'er."
After calling out softly, he stopped coughing.
It wasn't until his breathing calmed down that Ye Luosha let go of his shoulders and sat down on the chair next to the bed.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to look away from Di Feimu.
Ye Luosha sat by the bed for a while, making sure there was no emergency, then picked up the towel on the side, turned around and walked out.
Di Ji sighed lightly, controlled the wheelchair, and went out, returning to the place they had been guarding.
"Feng Jiu'er can't stay."
Without waiting for Ye Luosha to speak, Di Ji spoke softly.
"Even if the person last night wasn't her, she still can't stay for the sake of Mu'er and Wuya."
"Then what are your plans now?"
Ye Luosha sat down and asked softly.
After experiencing Di Feimu's life and death, Ye Luosha's temper also calmed down a lot.
Everyone has seen how much Feng Jiuer has done for Di Feimu. They know whether Feng Jiuer is pretending or planning something.
It's a pity that her presence is not a good thing for Di Wuya and Di Feimu.
Emperor Ji and Ye Luosha are determined to restore the country, so they can give up everything about themselves, let alone just a little girl who suddenly appears?
"I'm going out for a trip. Before I come back, please take care of Mu'er."
Emperor Ji sighed lightly, controlled the wheelchair to go out, and disappeared into the side room.
...Feng Jiuer finally left under Di Wuya's "devil's clutches". She was obviously very tired, but she still didn't sleep all night.
When Little Cherry went to look for her, she was still lying on the bed.
"Wake up, bride-to-be."
Little Cherry pulled hard on the quilt Feng Jiuer was holding.
Feng Jiuer turned over, facing away from Little Cherry, and hugged the quilt tightly.
"get up."
Little Cherry sat on the bed and pushed her, "Didn't you come back very early last night?
Why can't you pay back?"
"By the way, did anyone from Mu Mu come over and say anything?
No news is good news, right?"
"No, no one is coming."
Feng Jiuer pulled the quilt and buried herself under the quilt.
Uncle Nine Emperors didn't come either, so Mu Mu's situation must be as she expected.
As Xiaoying said, no news is good news, and Feng Jiuer wasn't too worried.
But why can't she fall asleep?
I couldn't sit or lie down all night long. I kept my eyes open until dawn. This feeling was unbearable! Little Cherry pursed her lips and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, he will definitely get better."
Looking back at the woman on the bed, she frowned slightly: "What's going on?
No energy at all?"
"Is it because Mu Mu was injured that the Ninth Prince postponed the wedding?
There's nothing we can do about it, Mu Mu..." Feng Jiuer lamented and exposed his head: "I also want to postpone it, but Uncle Nine Emperors refuses!"
Little Cherry blinked and pulled her quilt again.
"Could it be that you are afraid of getting married?"
Little Cherry pulled the quilt away hard, and Feng Jiuer had no choice but to turn around.
She glanced at Little Cherry and reached out to pull the quilt back.
"what you do?
Let me sleep for a while, get out! Let me sleep for a while."
This time, Little Cherry saw Feng Jiuer's situation clearly.
"Don't tell me that you stayed up all night because of the wedding?"
Feng Jiuer hugged the quilt again, with her back to Little Cherry, at least she didn't bury her head.
She sighed lightly, murmured her lips, and said softly: "Yes, I have insomnia."
