Chapter 649: This King Wants to Requisition Your Room
Zhan Qingcheng finally took the chopsticks that Feng Jiu put into his hand, lowered his head and started eating.
Soon, he had eaten all the bowl of noodles, and even the soup and water were not left behind.
After that, he pushed the empty bowl in front of her. Although he didn't say anything, he looked like he was still unfinished. It was obvious at a glance that he wanted another bowl. "
You will have to drink medicine later, and you can’t take any more. Eating too much will affect the absorption of the medicine." See.
His brows darkened as if he was displeased, and Feng Jiu could only continue to advise: "After you finish drinking the medicine, have a good sleep, and I will prepare something delicious for you tomorrow."
Zhan Qingcheng no longer had any objections. Only then did Feng Jiu realize what bastard words he had said. Tomorrow? No, he shouldn't come again tomorrow.
She was a little melancholy. Why did she suddenly feel like she was back in the past? Except
In addition to giving him medicine, I also had to consider his diet. Wasn't it true that I was born to be servile to Uncle Nine Emperors? Seeing that he didn't have enough to eat and sleep well, I started to get anxious.
A bowl of dark concoction was quickly delivered to him. Seeing his resistance, Feng Jiu thought for a while and suddenly said: "Ninth Prince, does your girl know that you are not in good health?"
Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly, his girl! Feng
Jiu Qian smiled and said: "If a man's body is in a state of loss for a long time, it will affect certain aspects of life, such as... boudoir matters."
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes became darker, not knowing what she wanted to say. Feng
Jiu almost blushed, but she may have already figured out some of Uncle Jiuhuang's tempers very clearly. This method is definitely right. She
With a serious look on his face, he said: "If a man loses his health for a long time, his yang energy will be damaged. In the future, he will not be as good as other men in boudoir affairs with girls."
"you……"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but no one who practices medicine will ever joke with Your Majesty about this kind of thing."
Feng Jiu was serious. Although this bowl of medicine was not intended to make him more brave and powerful in certain things, tonifying the body also replenished the yang, and long-term strain was certainly not a good thing.
"If the prince's body is damaged for too long, the yang energy will become inferior to other men over time. If the girl that the prince likes feels that the prince is not as good as other men in this regard, wouldn't it be a bad thing?" Zhan
Qingcheng didn't say anything, picked up the bowl and drank it all in two gulps. Feng
Jiu frowned and couldn't bear it. The medicine was still hot, but this guy actually drank it like this.
We haven’t seen each other for half a year, but my temper hasn’t changed at all. Even if I get angry, I won’t allow myself to be inferior to others in “some aspects”. Ming
Ming is a passionate war-god prince, but many times he acts like a child.
She walked over, looked at the drop of wet medicine on his lips, and almost couldn't help but reach out her hand to wipe it away for him. But
, she is Feng Jiu, not Feng Jiu'er, there are some things that are definitely not suitable for her to do.
She is now, after all, a "man".
"Your Majesty, it's late at night, please come back." Feng Jiu said respectfully and politely as she took two steps back to distance herself from him.
He didn't speak. He barely spoke the whole night.
I used to be reticent, but now I have become even more reticent.
But this time, Zhan Qingcheng finally stood up and walked out the door. Feng
Jiu breathed a sigh of relief. Is this guy finally willing to leave?
Looking at his tall back, she still couldn't hide a bit of greed in her eyes, wanting to imprint his back in the deepest part of her heart, imprinting every part and every place on his body firmly.
He stopped at the door. Feng Jiu was shocked and hurriedly lowered her head, fearing that when he looked back at her, she would find her attachment to him in her eyes.
After all, Qingcheng never looked back and took a step forward.
Jiu just felt a gust of breeze passing behind her ears, blowing up a few strands of her hair. When she looked up again, the slender black figure in front of her was gone. She
I subconsciously chased him out, looking at the silent sky under the vast night sky, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.
The night is cool when people leave. After tonight, maybe he won't come again. After all, she is not the person he is looking for.
Turning back, he looked at everything in the dining room, the stool he had sat on, the two small and large bowls he had used, and the pair of chopsticks.
She walked over and held the chopsticks as if she were holding the Nine Emperors Uncle's big palm. The chopsticks were already cold, but she could clearly smell his breath. No.
I wonder if Uncle Nine Emperors will listen to her and take a good rest, eat well, and sleep well after he returns. Don’t
Don't let yourself be so tired again and don't sleep well every night. No.
It doesn't matter whether he wants this country or not, but if he's not even in good health, what's the use of having the country?
But how easy is it to make this guy obedient? After so many years with him, it is naturally impossible for Yu Jingfeng to make the prince obedient, and even Di Ji cannot.
After thinking about it, there is only Feng Jiuer from before.
However, Jiu'er is dead...
After finally tidying up everything in the dining room, Feng Jiu took a step forward and returned to her bedroom. But
Just as she walked to the door, before entering, she paused and frowned again.
There is someone in the room! Small
Xin Yiyi pushed the door open, the candlelight in the room was still on, and the figure was sitting beside the bed, with a black robe hanging on the ground.
He didn't know what he was looking at, but he wasn't looking at her anyway. He didn't even look at her when she came in. He was disappointed.
The feeling of regaining made Feng Jiu feel mixed emotions. However, Uncle Nine Emperors hadn't left yet, and he was sitting on her bed at this moment. What did he mean?
He walked in, hesitated for a moment, and then closed the door.
As if he was waiting for her deliberately, after she entered and closed the door, Zhan Qingcheng kicked his legs, kicked off his boots at will, fell down and fell asleep.
"Your Majesty, this...is not suitable." She is a man!
No, even if it is a woman, this is not suitable. What on earth does he want to do now?
"I will commandeer your room tonight." This is one of the rare complete sentences. Feng
Jiu was stunned for a moment and then felt relieved: "Then please, Your Majesty, I'll go next door..." "
You stay and take care of me." He even pointed to the bench not far away: "Sleep there, immediately!"
Immediately! Who does he think he is?
Oh! He is the high-ranking Ninth Prince. Although this imperial city does not belong to him, if he wants it, it is not impossible to get it.
So everything here really has the final say. 9
If the prince is unhappy, her entire Tianji Hall can be reduced to ashes in an instant!
But at any rate, he didn't want to sleep with him on his own. Is this considered a great blessing among misfortunes?
Feng Jiuer walked to the bench. In order to avoid having a long night and dream too much, she lay down and closed her eyes.
"Turn around." Suddenly, a man's deep voice came from the other side of the big bed.
She had no choice but to turn her back to him.
Qingcheng didn't make any more fuss, but just stared at the figure with his back turned to her, her eyes filled with sleepiness.
