The Ninth Prince was in the courtyard, and Yu Jingfeng didn't know what he was reporting to him.
With such a long distance, Feng Jiuer had no chance to spy on it.
Of course, it is better not to listen to other people's affairs and let disaster come from your ears.
Just as he was worrying about how to say goodbye to the prince and go home, suddenly, the long and slender shadow of the jade tree turned slightly and looked in this direction.
Although the distance was really not close, from looking at him like this, Feng Jiuer knew that he was beckoning her to come over.
After hesitating for a while, he finally walked over and came to him pretending to be a little uneasy.
"Follow me." He walked toward the side hall.
Feng Jiuer didn't hesitate at all and immediately followed.
When I walked to the side hall in the front yard, I looked up and saw a familiar figure sitting on a chair in the side hall.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!
Seeing Zhan Qingcheng, Zhan Yuheng immediately stood up and greeted him: "Uncle Nine Emperors."
His eyes then fell on Feng Jiuer.
At this moment, Feng Jiuer made a move that shocked everyone present, that is, she hid behind the Ninth Prince and even grabbed his sleeves.
"Presumptuous!" The Ninth Prince's secret guard jumped out with a whoosh, pointing his long sword at Feng Jiu'er.
Zhan Yuheng's expression also changed, and he said angrily in a deep voice: "Jiu'er, don't be rude, come here!"
However, Feng Jiuer not only did not go over, but instead pulled Zhan Qingcheng's sleeves tighter: "Uncle Nine Emperors, Jiuer is scared."
She called him Uncle Nine Emperors! She spoke to him as if she regarded him as a relative who could protect her!
Everyone in the room changed their expressions, and the only one who remained calm was probably Zhan Qingcheng.
He pursed his thin lips and said calmly: "Don't be afraid."
"..." Everyone was completely speechless! Is Lord Ninth trying to comfort this ugly idiot Miss Ninth?
Zhan Yuheng's starry eyes narrowed slightly, unable to understand the relationship between the two people: "Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"What do you want from me?" Zhan Qingcheng moved his long legs, and in the blink of an eye, he sat down on the chair in the side hall.
Feng Jiuer was like his little follower, following him all the way.
He sat down and she stood next to the chair, but she just held on to his long sleeves and wouldn't let go, for fear that he would run away.
Everyone really couldn't understand how the Ninth Prince, who had always hated being close to women and was famous for being cold and ascetic, allowed this girl to be so unrestrained?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, Jiu'er got into trouble in Xuanhua Hall today, and I'm here to take her back to collect her guilt."
Zhan Yuheng looked at Feng Jiu'er, the surprise in his eyes had already subsided: "Jiu'er, come here, don't be rude to Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer didn't want to go there. Taking her back to the palace at this time must be to vent his anger on his mother.
This prince brother is no longer the Heng brother who was willing to protect Jiuer when he was a child.
For him now, the queen mother is much more important than Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer made such a fuss in the Xuanhua Palace today. If he was taken there, he would definitely be peeled off by the Queen.
Anyway, she was an "idiot". Even if she died here, the Queen Mother could not convict her of any crime.
Who can argue with a fool?
Feng Jiuer grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's sleeve tightly and not only refused to let go, but also shook it gently.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, Jiu'er doesn't want to stay here. You can go out with Jiu'er to play."
Let the Ninth Prince, who is busy with everything, play with her?
The expressions on the faces of the people inside and outside this room should not be too rich.
Their ears...are you sure there's nothing wrong with them?
