As soon as Yu Jingfeng entered the door, he talked non-stop, making people unable to ignore him even if they wanted to.
However, the two brothers in the tent were not disturbed.
Di Wuya was writing a letter with a pen, and Di Feimu was looking at the book, fascinated.
This kind of situation was often seen in the past, and Emperor Ji and Ye Luosha were also used to it.
After experiencing life and death, it is really gratifying to see this scene again.
Elder Shi supported Ye Luosha and asked her to sit down on a chair nearby.
Ye Luosha suffered a lot of internal and external injuries. She was even injured in the last battle.
Her condition is now somewhat stable, but she did not receive good treatment and her recovery was relatively slow.
Ye Luosha sat down, glanced at Di Wuya and Di Feimu, and then looked back at Yu Jingfeng.
"Yu Jingfeng, you don't have to keep saying good things to Jiu'er. I will never be able to repay her kindness to our Imperial family in my lifetime."
"yes."
Di Ji looked at Di Wuya, who had been holding on to his heart for so long, and finally let it go.
"In this life, we owe Jiu'er so much."
Di Wuya put down his pen, frowned slightly, and looked up at the tent door.
"Yeah?"
The corners of his mouth suddenly raised slightly, and his face was covered with a smile that captivated all living beings.
"If this is the case, should I do something for the Di family?"
In the tent, except for Di Feimu who was still reading books, everyone looked at him, but no one knew what Di Wuya meant.
But, soon, everyone followed Di Wuya's gaze and looked at the curtain of the tent.
Yu Jingfeng coughed lightly and asked, "Your Highness, how do you plan to repay Miss Jiu'er's kindness to the Imperial family?"
"How about letting her become a member of the Di family?"
Di Wuya glanced at Yu Jingfeng, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became a little thicker.
Outside the tent, Qiao Mu, who was following Feng Jiuer, pushed the person in front of him hard.
Feng Jiuer didn't pay attention and was directly pushed into the tent by Qiao Mu and appeared in front of everyone.
"Miss Jiu'er, it's a coincidence that you came here."
Yu Jingfeng looked at Feng Jiuer and stepped forward to greet her.
"His Royal Highness just now mentioned your marriage to him. Unexpectedly, you came here."
Feng Jiuer ignored Yu Jingfeng and had no time to blame Qiao Mu and continued to move forward.
"How do you feel when you wake up today?"
She looked at Di Wuya and asked softly.
"Girl, come here."
Di Wuya waved his hand and made room.
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at him, went over to hold his hand, and put it on the table.
Her long finger fell on the pulse gate of Di Wuya's wrist, and everyone in the tent fell silent.
After a while, Feng Jiuer said calmly: "The situation is good, if you want to continue drinking the medicine."
She pursed her lips and looked back at everyone: "Since you have something to discuss, I'll go over first."
"I'll come back after noon to change the dressings for you two."
"Judging from the healing status of your wounds, it's enough to change the dressing once a day."
Feng Jiuer looked away from Di Feimu, looked at Di Ji and Ye Luosha, nodded and said, "I have something to do, so I'll go ahead."
She didn't look back at Di Wuya and walked out.
Yu Jingfeng looked at Feng Jiu'er and then at Di Wuya, feeling a little anxious.
"Your Highness, did I say something wrong?
Miss Jiuer seems a little unhappy."
"It has nothing to do with you."
Ye Luosha shook his head, "If it were me, and I was murdered the day before the wedding, I would never forget it."
She stood up, looked at Di Wuya, and continued: "Wuya, I'm going to tell her clearly that this matter has nothing to do with you, don't worry! I..." "No need."
As soon as Feng Jiuer left, Di Wuya's eyes returned to the books on the table, his expression became much more indifferent.
"From now on, there is no need for anyone to interfere in the affairs between Jiu'er and me."
"Okay, don't interfere."
Ye Luosha immediately nodded in agreement.
Di Ji sighed lightly and raised his eyes to look at Di Wuya.
"Zhan Lingtian pretended to be the orphan of the emperor's family and ascended the throne. What are you going to do next?"
Yu Jingfeng was sure that Feng Jiuer's anger had nothing to do with him, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "His Royal Highness, old lord, I will go and guard outside, and you can chat slowly."
He left a word, turned around, and left the tent.
Feng Jiuer left, and Qiao Mu didn't stay either, so he hurriedly followed.
Far away from Long Wujun, she quickened her pace and walked shoulder to shoulder with Feng Jiuer.
"Jiu'er, why are you so angry?
The person you are marrying is the Ninth Prince, not Emperor Ji or Ye Luosha."
"Since you chose to forgive them, doesn't it mean that there is still a possibility for you and the Ninth Prince?"
"I'm not angry."
Feng Jiuer turned her head and looked at Qiao Mu, "I just can't forget the dumb slaves and Zhan Liyue."
These days, whenever she sees Uncle Nine Emperors, she will think of Yanu and Zhan Liyue.
Even though Zhan Liyue once wanted to kill her, she could still stand here alive.
Zhan Liyue and Yu Nu were really gone.
Feng Jiuer once understood the whole story of Zhan Liyue and Mnu's departure from Yu Jingfeng.
Does Jiuhuangshu really not hate her?
Even she felt ashamed in front of him. Didn't he have any thoughts in his heart?
The previous hatred between mother and Zhan Liyue was false, but mother really took advantage of the mute slave and even killed the mute slave.
How does it feel to have Zhan Liyue die in the hands of his own son?
Feng Jiuer couldn't imagine it without passing by.
The thought of Mute Nu holding Zhan Liyue's ashes and jumping off the cliff made her heart ache.
The mute slave's life was so miserable. He never expected that he would die with hatred in the end. Feng Jiuer could not overcome the hurdle in his heart.
Maybe, if she can't survive her whole life, then what qualifications does she have to discuss the future with Uncle Nine Emperors?
"Jiu'er, that's all a misunderstanding."
Qiao Mu calmed down and lowered his voice, "This debt... General Long has also paid it back."
"I don't know, but we have done everything we can, and now we can only look forward."
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and continued moving forward.
Qiao Mu looked at her leaving figure, pursed his lips, and followed her up.
"Jiu'er, does it seem that Lord Jiu is blaming you and the Long family for acting like this?
Why don’t I feel it at all?”
"No."
Feng Jiuer shook her head.
Feng Jiuer also found it a little strange. When this guy woke up, he seemed to be even more clingy than before.
But the more he didn't care, the more uncomfortable she felt.
One is his biological mother and the other is his biological brother, how could he not care?
"That's right, Ninth Prince..." "Stop talking about him."
Feng Jiuer interrupted Qiao Mu, "Zhan Lingtian pretended to be Emperor Wuya and ascended the throne."
"Ye Xuening has been planning for half a lifetime to finally let her son sit on the throne. We have no time to waste."
"If this battle is defeated, not only will all of us have no future, but I will not be able to avenge the Long family for my mother. Do you understand?"
