Feng Jiuer didn't speak, but Qiao Mu felt less confident.
After a while, she blinked, coughed slightly, and her tone became much gentler.
"Jiu'er, please don't be angry, okay?
I understand what you mean, but I can't let you take the risk alone."
"I'm here to avenge my mother, what are you doing here?"
Feng Jiuer asked in a deep voice.
"Protect you!"
Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows in response.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and frowned.
"I want to avenge my mother and everything that the Long family has lost. If I die, it will be my life."
"You protected me. Even after you die, I still owe you a father and a mother. What can I give to repay you?"
"No one asked you to pay it back."
Qiao Mu sighed lightly, pushed her hand away, and sat down.
"I should have known that protecting the Black Canyon was just an excuse. You just wanted to see me and Little Cherry get married, have children, and live a good life."
"But I've tried it and thought about it seriously. I don't like Zhao Zhuosheng. I understand your kindness."
"Anyway, even if I don't come, you can't escort me back in person, can you?"
Qiao Mu shrugged and walked towards the bed.
"It seems that there is nothing to eat tonight. Who knows, I won't be hungry when I go to bed."
She lay down on the bed and stretched.
"If you want to escape, I will go find Zhan Liyue personally. With my skills, you should die quickly."
"But it doesn't matter, as long as I can have a good sleep tonight."
After saying a few words, Qiao Mu yawned, turned over, and turned his back to Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer had no choice but to raise her eyes and glance at the door of the wing: "Come in."
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the wing room was pushed open by someone from outside.
Feng Yandong brought in a tray with meat, porridge, steamed buns and pastries on it.
"Are you hungry?"
Feng Yandong didn't dare to look at the bed, only looking at Feng Jiu'er.
"Not hungry!"
Feng Jiuer glanced at the people who came in.
When she entered, she thought it was Feng Yandong who was hiding, but she didn't expect it was Qiao Mu.
Feng Yandong and Qiao Mu's internal strength were similar, and their internal auras were not far apart. The key point was that Feng Jiuer didn't expect Qiao Mu to follow.
In Xing Zizhou's previous letter, he also mentioned Qiao Mu's incident in the Black Canyon. Of course, Xing Zizhou only mentioned Qiao Mu's incident when Feng Jiuer asked.
The appearance of Qiao Mu made Feng Jiuer miserable and happy.
With Qiao Mu by her side and more clever ideas, her life would not be too boring.
Besides, Qiao Mu is very skilled and can help with many things.
But in this way, Feng Jiuer's original plan came to nothing. She really couldn't imagine how many brothers would be killed in the final battle with Zhan Liyue.
"This..." Feng Yandong stopped, a little embarrassed.
"Did you tell her we were here?"
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Feng Yandong.
"no."
Feng Yandong shook his head fiercely, "She found me."
"Looking for a late-night snack from you?"
Feng Jiuer frowned and said, "Bring it here, I'm hungry."
Feng Jiuer suddenly changed her words, and Feng Yandong was stunned for a moment before he realized what he said.
"good."
He nodded sharply and moved forward.
"Have someone bring some bath water in. This guy hasn't bathed in a few days. He's soiling my bed."
Feng Jiuer waved her hand.
"good."
Feng Yandong put the tray down, nodded, and turned to leave.
After smelling the fragrance, Qiao Mu immediately slipped out of bed and appeared in front of Feng Jiuer.
"Before I entered the imperial city, I took a bath in the forest. If you don't believe me, just smell it."
Qiao Mu pulled up a chair and approached Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiu'er rolled her eyes at her with a look of disgust on her face: "It stinks!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she withdrew her gaze and returned her attention to the box again.
"Dong said you returned to Feng's house just for this thing?"
Qiao Mu didn't mind Feng Jiu'er's words. He held the bun in his hand and didn't forget to ask.
She took a bite of the bun and her voice continued: "What is it?
So important?”
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and took another look, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.
She had long seen that Qiao Mu had lost weight, lost a lot of weight, and looked haggard.
This guy, after leaving so many days after them, still caught up. I wonder if he took any rest along the way?
"You have wrinkles on your face."
Feng Jiuer stared at Qiao Mu, frowned, and said.
Qiao Muyue raised her eyebrows slightly and shrugged: "It doesn't matter, I don't rely on my face to make a living."
Feng Jiuer felt even more uncomfortable when she saw Qiao Mu giggling.
"A woman's youth is limited, and it's not for you to toss around like this. Just let your good life go and follow another woman to fight for her life. That's stupid!"
"Feng Jiu'er, have you said enough? Why am I stupid?"
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes.
She stuffed the remaining buns into her mouth, and her crescent eyebrows suddenly raised slightly.
"Feng Jiu'er, I think..." Feng Jiu'er met Qiao Mu's unflattering gaze and half-squinted her eyes: "What are you thinking about?
Don’t even think about it!”
Qiao Mu smiled evilly and continued: "I wonder if I have fallen in love with you?
I think so, otherwise why wouldn’t I be able to sleep without you?”
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business, what is this?
It looks very valuable.”
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Qiao Mu and looked away.
"This is my wet nurse's relic. Feng Qingyin said it was not her fault, nor was she the one who killed my wet nurse."
"When I come back this time, I must figure this out. There are so many delicious things that I can't even fill your mouth with. You have such a big mouth!"
Qiao Mu knew that he was being disliked again, so he stopped talking and just ate and drank.
Feng Jiuer opened the box and carefully took out the contents one by one.
The wet nurse's room was completely burned. This was what Feng Jiuer found in the secret compartment under her bed.
If it weren't for the real Feng Jiuer's memory, she still wouldn't be able to find this box of things.
Is this a destiny, or whether the wet nurse deliberately let the real Feng Jiuer know this hidden secret, Feng Jiuer has no idea.
Feng Jiuer took out clothing materials, a sewing kit, two books, and a few scattered letters from the box.
Finally, her eyes were locked on the remaining half of the jade ring finger.
Feng Jiuer had looked through the contents of the box before, and there was nothing wrong with it, except for this broken thing.
She took out half of the jade ring, placed it where the candlelight came from, and looked at it carefully.
Qiao Mu put down the bowl in his hand, pulled up a chair, and sat next to Feng Jiu'er, his eyes locked on this thing.
She looked at it for a while and said softly: "It's a good piece of jade."
"The wet nurse was my mother's former lieutenant general. This thing doesn't look like it belongs to her."
Feng Jiuer frowned slightly.
"What is the meaning of this half-missing jade ring finger?"
"We can let our brothers check it out. Maybe they can find out something."
Qiao Mu said softly.
Feng Jiuer calmed down and nodded.
"No matter what, this matter must be investigated clearly. Tomorrow, I will go there myself."
