Chapter 1950 Feng Clan: Who dares to move the woman of this king?
Di Wuya held her little hand and continued walking inside.
"When Fenglai City is captured, it will be the day we get married."
The two came to the screen, Feng Jiuer stood on her tiptoes, kissed Di Wuya's chin, and placed her hands on his collar.
"How to attack the city? Do you have a plan?"
Feng Jiuer gently pulled away Di Wuya's clothesline.
Di Wuya opened his arms and enjoyed the little girl's service.
"Here comes a letter from Lord Yue."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the little melon in front of him and said.
"Is there a letter from Brother Yue?"
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at him.
"The second prince is missing, Concubine Ya retreats without a fight, and the army is approaching Qiao Zhongcheng."
Di Wuya's voice fell down.
"In the near future, our army will enter Fenglai East City and eliminate the remaining party members. Calculating, the three parties will have about the same time."
"So, we are going to attack Fenglai City soon?"
Feng Jiuer reacted and took off Di Wuya's clothes.
"Not even half a month."
Di Wuya responded softly.
Feng Jiuer was thinking about Feng Yan and didn't ask any more questions.
Why did the second emperor brother suddenly disappear?
Is he alive or dead now?
Does the Queen know?
If there was no intersection at that time, Feng Jiuer might not care too much.
The second emperor brother was only the second emperor brother for a while. He was a member of Feng Qiongcang one day, and he was on a different path from them.
However, that day, she clearly saw him struggling and suffering. When she heard that he was missing, Feng Jiuer felt a little uncomfortable.
"Crack!"
Feng Jiuer's head was slapped with a big palm.
"In front of this king, do you miss other men?"
Di Wuya complained in a deep voice.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, covered her head with her hands, and raised her eyes.
"Ninth Prince, why aren't you confident yet?
I can have a perfect husband like you, how can I miss anyone else?"
Feng Jiuer's pink-lipped slave looked aggrieved.
"I'm very tired and don't want to rest, so I just want to come over and serve you. How about you?"
Hit women!”
Di Wuya looked at the drama queen's wife for a moment, and the coldness he brought with him calmed down a little.
He placed his big palm on the back of her hand and rubbed it gently.
"Who dares to touch my king's woman?"
"Isn't it you who Uncle Nine Emperors is talking about?
Hit me on the head, my whole body hurts now, I can't serve anyone, I..." When Feng Jiuer turned around, he was restrained by Di Wuya's hand.
"Princess, the show is almost over."
He looked at her and frowned, "I didn't try hard just now."
Feng Jiuer held his wrist and gently pushed it forward.
"Don't you look at how big you are? I'm so petite. If you try harder, will I still be alive?"
She kissed her lips and snorted coldly.
"If you don't know how to cherish others, who would want to be your princess?"
Di Wuya coughed lightly, took half a step forward, and put his arms around her waist.
"Okay, it's my fault, but what the princess said is true. You and I are different in size. On the night of the wedding..." The hot breath rushed down, and Feng Jiuer's face and neck turned red instantly.
I didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperors could be so bad.
I like it so much! What should I do?
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at the man and stretched out her hand to push his stiff chest.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is afraid, so don't get married!"
Di Wuya did not let go of her, but raised his other hand and held her wrist, bringing her warm palm closer to his heart.
"Has the princess heard my king's heartbeat?
If we don’t get married, do you think he will agree?”
Feng Jiuer exerted force again, and Di Wuya directly picked her up.
"Since the princess is not feeling well, what if I serve you?"
