This place is between deep mountains and cliffs. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is the location that Long Twelve is looking for. I heard that the people riding the Twelve Flying Dragons lived there before.
Apart from the fact that the conditions are not very good, overall the safety factor is very high. No
However, no matter how bad the surrounding environment is, no one would dare to care about the prince's accommodation. Feng
Jiu'er soon discovered that these people were really kind to Uncle Nine Emperors, they respected, loved and cared for him from the bottom of their hearts.
She had never seen a master of a family who could be so supported and loved by his brothers.
Everyone's love for him is not only respect, but also pity and fear.
He was hungry and tired, afraid that he would be unhappy, afraid that he would not feel comfortable, in short, he was taken care of in every possible way! Don't worry.
The master of other people relies on majesty and power. The master of this family, in addition to majesty and power, also relies on appearance. Well... that should be the case, right? Yes.
Otherwise, why would everyone hold him in their hands and love him so much?
In fact, Uncle Nine Emperors really doesn't have many requirements. Although he is picky, he really refuses more often than he wants something better.
But his refusal will immediately cause waves of uneasiness in the people below, and will immediately cause a lot of heartache. Alas.
, why does the more you talk, the more you sound like a great beauty who is loved by thousands of people?
What a magical existence, what a magical Nine Emperors Uncle."
Miss Jiu'er, dinner will be ready soon, I'm keeping an eye on it, you go and accompany the prince." Yu.
Jingfeng's figure has been fond of lingering in the dining room recently. In the past few days, the prince had only eaten a lot at lunch today, so of course he had to keep an eye on it.
However, after seeing Feng Jiuer's figure, he soon seemed to understand something.
Looking back at Feng Jiu'er, Yu Jingfeng hesitated for a moment and then looked sideways at the cook beside him. "
You go do other things first, I'll just watch over here."
Not long after, he walked into another tent carrying the Ninth Prince's meal for tonight.
Qiao Mu stood outside the tent with a bad expression. Looking at the meal on Yu Jingfeng's tray, he felt mixed.
I want the Ninth Prince to get well soon and be in better spirits, instead of always looking pale and making people uncomfortable. But
He also knew that under the current circumstances, the only way to make him feel better was to use Feng Jiu'er's blood.
But last night, she witnessed with her own eyes how Feng Jiu'er took his own blood and put it on the Ninth Prince's meal. Feng Jiu'er's blood...even a strong person like her couldn't continue like this.
But according to Feng Jiuer's wishes, I'm afraid it will have to remain like this until the poison is removed.
How much blood can a person have? If you take a little bit, it will be less. How long can she carry it? Just
Even if blood can be regenerated, how can the speed be compared with that of blood regeneration?
Yu Jingfeng glanced at her. Although Qiao Mu didn't say anything, in fact, Yu Jingfeng knew what she was thinking.
Their moods are all the same.
I hope Lord Nine will get better, but he is afraid that Feng Jiuer will fall. If
When will these troubled days end?
Yu Jingfeng finally carried the tray and walked in. Feng
Jiu'er had been waiting in the tent for a long time. His sleeves had even been rolled up, and the gauze on the wound last night had been removed.
The wound has just healed. Although it is not big, it still looks a bit scary when it falls on her white and delicate arm. "
Miss Jiuer..." Yu Jingfeng looked at her little hesitant face and suddenly felt like an executioner.
You know that you want to hurt this girl, but you still want to carry out this matter. What is he but an executioner? "
Bring it here." Feng Jiuer used a warm towel to clean his wound, then took out some concoction and applied it on the wound.
Finally, he picked up the short knife, pointed the blade at the wound last night, and raised and lowered the knife without any hesitation.
Yes, those two curved eyebrows tightened in an instant.
In the days without anesthesia, self-mutilation like this really hurt! It hurt so much that a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead.
Yu Jingfeng put down the tray and turned away, not having the heart to look at Feng.
Jiu'er didn't have the mind to pay attention to him. The reason why he cut the original wound was because he was afraid that Uncle Jiuhuang would discover the wound one day, and it wouldn't be enough to make him suspicious. More
Besides, which girl wants to have so many scars on her body? One is enough. Just one.
Yes, adding injury to injury is more painful than a new injury!
The blood fell onto the medicinal soup that Feng Jiuer had specially ordered to cook. The soup was already dark-colored, and the color of the blood was quickly melted away.
She took out the bottle of special medicine and poured two drops into the soup. Miraculously, the rich smell of blood turned into a light fragrance.
Smelling the aroma, Yu Jingfeng looked surprised: "Miss Jiu'er, what kind of medicine is this that is so powerful?"
"Isn't it made from the herbs I picked today?" Feng Jiuer smiled slightly and carefully took the medicine bottle back into her arms.
"Fresh herbs are more effective than dried herbs. As long as you know the refining method, of course the most important thing is the formula and the proportion of each herb, then even the most common herbs can be refined.
The best medicine."
The important thing is that the medicinal herbs of this era are really pure, basically not affected by industry, and their medicinal effects are absolutely pure.
Coupled with her refining techniques, the effect of the medicine she made was beyond her expectations.
Jingfeng really had to admire Miss Jiuer not only for her great medical skills, but also for her amazing ability in refining medicine. Wang
It’s a blessing to have such a powerful person beside me, right?
Prince Kai would have given up his life for her. In fact, Feng Jiuer's stay with the prince would indeed be beneficial without any harm.
However, as far as the prince can risk everything for her, the existence of Miss Jiuer... is also a sharp double-edged sword. He
Sighing lightly, he watched Feng Jiuer bandage his wound, put some medicine on the gauze, and remove most of the bloody smell, and then left with the tray.
Yu Jingfeng chased after him and asked in a low voice: "Miss Jiu'er, what happened tonight..." "
I will coax Uncle Nine Emperors to sleep as soon as possible, just wait for me." Feng Jiuer dropped these words and left without looking back...
…Nine
The emperor's uncle's eating situation tonight was similar to that at noon. Basically, he would eat whatever Feng Jiuer asked him to eat.
Everyone in the team knows that Prince Jiu has become much more obedient since Miss Jiu'er arrived.
When the crowd was quiet, Feng Jiuer finally coaxed Uncle Nine Emperors to sleep and carefully crawled out of his arms.
Just as she was about to leave quietly, the man's long arm suddenly stretched out and hugged her tightly again.
He murmured in a hoarse voice: "Girl, don't run away..."
