Seeing the change in Uncle Nine Emperor's eyes, Feng Jiuer immediately put the skin bag back on and packed it up under the hair on the back of his neck.
"The technique is really good."
Zhan Qingcheng held her arm and looked at the joint of her elbow for a moment.
"How about it?"
Jiuer took his arm back a little proudly: "You were also deceived when you saw it for the first time, right?"
"I just don't see where the mystery lies."
As for being cheated?
That doesn't exist. If she was deceived, he wouldn't come to her often.
Do you really think he has the habit of Longyang?
Feng Jiuer frowned, knowing that Uncle Nine Emperors was very cunning and it was really not easy to deceive him.
He just never opened his mouth to expose it, but it was difficult for him to ask Uncle Nine Emperors to cooperate with him.
But thinking about it, it seems that they have never cooperated well. In the Long family, even the name Jiu'er was called out, but everyone misunderstood him.
Feng Jiuer couldn't help but sigh, and was about to get off the bed, but was suddenly pushed back by him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
Feng Jiuer was slightly startled, but still a little uneasy. It was almost dawn. Can we stop playing this kind of game that almost makes people lose control?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, since you have decided not to, then don't..." "When did I say not to?"
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes darkened slightly, and then softened a little, just a little bit.
He raised his hand and traced her cheek with his long fingers: "I promised that I will want you again on the wedding night."
It turned out that he had always remembered the promise he made to himself.
Feng Jiuer let out a shallow breath, but she didn't expect that Uncle Jiuhuang's casual words turned out to be a promise.
However, getting married... she felt a little gloomy in her heart. Is it really possible for her and Uncle Nine Emperors to get married?
The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and no one wants them to get married. What's more, they all have their own things to do, many, many things.
Getting married...that's just a wish that is elusive, just a wish.
"Any comments?"
The man's eyebrows darkened, and suddenly his eyes brightened: "Of course, if you want, I can listen to you."
"Uncle Nine Emperors!"
Feng Jiuer glared at him, but her face turned slightly red. Who wants it?
Would you please stop talking nonsense?
Although when she is addicted, she will lose control and want to knock him down, but as long as the person is sober, she will never do such a shameless thing.
"What else can't be said between you and me?"
Zhan Qingcheng didn't seem to be embarrassed by this at all. In fact, his words were extremely serious: "As long as you ask for it, I will be tough at any time."
At first, Feng Jiuer's face just turned red, but after a while, when she realized that she was responding to requests, she was completely shocked.
The evil eyes of Uncle Nine Emperors made it clear to her that he was so hard-hearted. This man...when did he become so evil and even know how to use such crazy words! Who taught him?
Who taught him the innocence and clarity of the Nine Emperors Uncle so quickly?
"What are you thinking about?"
"No...what are you thinking about?"
Feng Jiu'er felt that her whole body was getting hot, just because Uncle Jiuhuang's words made her feel very uncomfortable.
Actually, I really wanted to knock him down... Sigh! After practicing for half a year, I thought I had become pure and devoid of desires. Unexpectedly, all the indifference was just because I didn't see the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"I'm tired."
"There is one more thing that must be made clear."
"What's up?"
Jiu'er yawned. His serious and stubborn look made people afraid to be careless.
"From now on, you are not allowed to take off your clothes in front of anyone else, except me."
"I didn't..." Well, she finally understood why he was so angry tonight, and he was so angry that he almost killed her.
Is it because she knew that she took off her clothes in the main hall and let so many people see her "body"?
"But Uncle Nine Emperors, that's not my body. It's a fake skin, no different from wearing clothes."
"That won't work either!"
The fake skin is also a skin. When he thought of so many pairs of eyes staring at her "chest", he was so angry that he wanted to dig out those people's eyes one by one and crush them! "Uncle Nine Emperors, how dangerous is it tonight?
Even if you weren’t there, you should be able to imagine it.”
Feng Jiuer looked at him with a trace of resentment: "You asked Yu Da to lead the troops to Nanmen Mansion. Do you want to help me, or do you want to harm me?
How could Emperor Qiwen not be suspicious?"
“If you knew it was dangerous, you shouldn’t have participated?
Do you think that old man will really hand over the military power of the Nanmen clan to Nanmen Xu?"
"Of course I know it won't happen, but now the military talisman is indeed in Nanmen Xu's hands. Once this military talisman falls into his hands, I will have a way to make it impossible for Emperor Qiwen to take it back."
It's easy to invite gods but hard to send them away. Does Emperor Qiwen think he can really control Nanmen Xu?
Even if Nan Menrong really murdered the princes and concubines in the harem, the same crime would be enough to seize power, but twice would be too far-fetched.
What's more, not only is Nanmen Xu not as incompetent as he appears outside, on the contrary, during these few months of getting along, Feng Jiuer has long discovered that Nanmen Xu is a very powerful managerial talent.
The military power of the Nanmen clan fell into his hands. How could it be so easy for Emperor Qiwen to take it away?
"You only know how to fool around with other men!"
Zhan Qingcheng was a little angry. No matter what happened, the only person she could think of or even look for would always be someone else.
And he was always excluded from the people she could rely on.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, it's not that I don't want to find you, but..." Feng Jiuer thought for a while and finally shook her head.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I really don't want you to interfere in my affairs this time. Although you helped me tonight, I still don't want you to interfere."
"Why?"
Does she distrust him that much?
“Uncle Nine Emperors, let’s not quarrel, okay?
I'm really tired."
She yawned, fell back lazily, grabbed the quilt and wrapped it around herself.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, if you have any questions, please wait until I have a good rest before we talk, okay?"
He could see that she was tired, and the gloomy atmosphere between her brows had never dissipated. These days, she was planning and planning, and she was more tired than anyone else.
He was indeed distressed, but she just didn't want to ask him for help, so what could he do?
"Uncle Nine Emperors," the girl hiding under the quilt winked at him and begged: "Don't reveal my identity, I'm... afraid."
He originally wanted to say something, but in the end, under her pitiful gaze, those two beautiful thin lips just pursed his lips and said nothing.
He also lay down, and before she wanted to refuse, he said calmly: "Don't move, I... I'm not wearing pants."
