When Emperor Wuya heard the footsteps, he waved his long arm, hid the little man in his arms, and turned around.
When Feng Li, Zhao Yusheng, and Yu Jingfeng entered the door, all they saw was Di Wuya's tall back.
"Your Majesty, didn't Miss Jiuer come in?"
Yu Jingfeng asked in surprise.
"I was clearly looking at her..." Yu Jingfeng's words stopped when Di Wuya returned to the main seat and turned around.
Feng Jiuer poked her head out of Di Wuya's clothes and looked at Yu Jingfeng: "Master Yu, are you looking for me?"
"Miss Jiu'er, cough... you're fine!"
Yu Jingfeng scratched his head.
He actually didn't know that Miss Jiu'er was in the palace, but thinking about it, Miss Jiu'er had such deep internal power, it was normal for him not to know.
"Come and be safe!"
Feng Jiuer nestled in Di Wuya's arms and never wanted to leave.
She didn't feel tired at first, but now she felt sleepy and didn't want to move.
"What's the matter?"
Di Wuya gently rubbed his little head in his arms and asked softly.
"Your Majesty, the third prince and Mr. Zhao are making handover reports."
Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands and said.
"Prepare tea."
Di Wuya looked at the two of them and nodded lightly.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Yu Jingfeng turned around and waved his hand, then turned around and said, "Third Prince, please sit down! Mr. Zhao, please sit down!"
Feng Jiang and Zhao Yusheng sat down, and the guards quickly brought in tea and cakes.
Feng Jiuer picked up a piece of pastry, took a bite, and handed it to Di Wuya.
Di Wuya opened his mouth and kissed Feng Jiu'er's head lovingly again.
"Your Majesty, Prince Ye has sent a letter saying that Hanying's army is withdrawing to Fenglai City, so you must be careful."
Yu Jingfeng went up the steps and presented a letter with both hands.
"Is it a letter from my father?"
Feng Jiuer took the letter.
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er."
Yu Jingfeng nodded, "Prince Ye also mentioned some matters in the letter, please take a look."
"good."
Feng Jiuer put down her chopsticks and stood up.
"Ninth Prince, please discuss it first. I will go back to my room to rest."
She took the letter and turned around, walked down the steps, and looked at Feng Jiang and Zhao Yusheng.
"Zhao Yusheng, you have been working hard these days. Go back and have a good rest after your work."
"Um."
Zhao Yusheng nodded lightly.
Feng Jiu'er has left, and the handover of the army is quite complicated. If she doesn't participate, she will never stay. Afterwards, just tell her the result.
When the team arrived, Feng Jiuer had already finished washing and filling her stomach.
"Miss Jiu'er, Little Cherry and the others are here, as well as Mr. Yang."
Brothers come to report.
"good."
Feng Jiuer folded the written letter, put it in her arms, and walked out the door.
Under the leadership of Brother Laibao, she went to the wing where Yang Sheng was.
In the courtyard on the east side, twelve flying dragons gathered together and were having a meal.
When Feng Jiuer entered the door, she heard a cheerful voice.
“I haven’t had such delicious food in a long time.”
Long Qi held the bowl and stood up.
"Brothers, it's a rare day off. We won't get drunk today!"
“Never stop drunk!”
The rest of the people, except Long Yi, all followed suit.
"Brother, you don't want to drink?"
Long Shiyi looked at the only sitting Long Yi and asked softly.
Long Yi remained silent, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
"Brother, Yu Jingfeng said that we are not needed today, let us do whatever we like."
Long Er picked up Long Yi's bowl.
"Come on, you can have a light meal without getting drunk, hurry up!"
"right!"
Feng Jiuer raised her lips slightly, raised her steps, and walked in.
"It's a rare day off, so do whatever you love. We've all worked hard during this time!"
