"It is a fact that he has lost all his martial arts skills. No matter what, as far as he is now, even if he is really disgusting, he does not have the ability to do evil."
What's more, during this period, Jiu'er often discussed the governance of the country with Tuoba Keyan, and she found that Tuoba Keyan was really a very kind person.
He has the people of the world in his heart and is so wise. To be honest, this eldest prince is more suitable to be the king of a country than the second prince that Jiuer met in the Yanhe Kingdom.
Of course, the premise is that he does not think of the tragic death of his mother and concubine in the past, does not let those memories control his thinking, and does not let hatred blind his kind mind.
"Don't be suspicious of him anymore. If a person is suspected for a long time, even if he is kind-hearted, he will eventually be forced to become a bad person."
Feng Jiuer's words made Little Cherry blush. In the end, she just shrugged and said disapprovingly: "From now on, just don't talk about him."
But if she were to be friends with Tuoba Keyan, that would be impossible. There were still scars left by him on her body, could she forget them?
"Okay, I'm happy today, why are you talking about this?"
Qiao Mu raised his glass to everyone: "Zizhou is not here, Xiaoying, you have to drink his share."
Since Nanmen Xu returned to Nanmen Mansion, Xing Zizhou has completely taken over his work. For a whole month, he has basically been traveling around, rarely coming back to get together.
Little Cherry rolled her eyes at Qiao Mu and muttered: "What does his share have to do with me?"
“Tsk, it’s come to this, why should we deny it?
Last time I watched Zizhou spend the night in your room and didn't come out until almost dawn."
"Don't talk nonsense, he just played chess with me, we didn't do anything!"
Little Cherry's face suddenly turned red, from her neck to her ears.
Feng Jiuer laughed loudly: "That means that there is really such a thing as spending the night?"
"I...I..." Little Cherry was a girl after all. Although she knew that no one meant any harm, she was still ashamed.
"Drink, drink."
Feng Yinan also had a smile on her face. Everyone was in a good mood tonight, and no one took her jokes to heart.
"Sir, Little Cherry, Qiao, thank you for taking care of me these days. I, Feng Yinan, can never repay you. I will definitely follow you all to the death in this life!"
He raised the bottle and drank it himself.
"Sir, his legs are just right. Will there be any problem if he drinks so much?"
Qiao Mu was a little worried.
"It doesn't matter. His leg is not newly injured. He will be fine if he drinks some. As long as it doesn't hurt his stomach."
Feng Jiuer also raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
She doesn't drink well and doesn't drink on weekdays, but she was really happy tonight and accidentally drank a few more drinks.
Not to mention Feng Yinan, he doesn't have much wealth to begin with. Feng Jiuer said he could drink it, why didn't he just drink it up quickly?
The backyard was very lively in the middle of the night. As long as the servants did not need to stick to their posts, they were all eating and drinking in the yard.
Not long after, Feng Yinan began to drink too much. Qiao Mu sent him back to rest. Feng Jiuer also stood up and stumbled back to the house.
Because the mute slave has been taking medicine, he didn't drink tonight. He didn't seem to like drinking either. He just barbecued Jiu'er and everyone all night.
Seeing Jiu'er was about to leave, he quickly put down the things in his hands and went to help her.
Jiu'er pushed him gently and shook his head. His originally clear eyes were obviously covered with the smell of alcohol tonight: "No need... to help, I'm very sober."
How can a mute slave feel relieved?
Walking beside her all the way, just in case Feng Jiuer accidentally stumbled.
The backyard of Tianji Hall is not too big, but the way back is still only a short distance. The evening breeze blows, which makes Jiu'er's drunkenness dissipate a little.
As soon as he raised his head, he saw the slender figure of the mute slave. Although his face was now wrapped in gauze and looked funny, this figure was absolutely beautiful.
"You must have been a handsome guy."
Jiuer chuckled and grabbed his sleeve: "When did the disfigurement begin? Can you really not remember?"
The mute slave shook her head, her eyes calm, but she still wanted to help her.
Feng Jiuer let out a long breath and looked at the shadows of the two people on the ground stretched by the moonlight. A trace of loneliness that was difficult to detect flashed through her eyes.
"Yes, life is so helpless. You don't even know why you were disfigured or when you were disfigured."
She concluded that the scars on his face were related to the poison on his body, but when the poison was administered, the mute slave himself had no idea.
Just like her old self, she didn't know when Feng Jiuer's body started to be poisoned bit by bit.
Of course, there is a reason why she doesn't know. After all, she is a person who has traveled through time, and her memory of this place is blank for almost ten years.
Those intermittent fragments of memory belonged to the original Feng Jiu'er, although she always felt that she was really Feng Jiu'er... Jiu'er rubbed her head, every time she thought of the original Feng Jiu'er, the real Feng Jiu'er
Feng Jiuer, when you do these things, your head will become a mess.
"Mute slave, how many years have you been by my side?"
There has never been an accurate answer to this question, and it seems that I never dared to ask it randomly for fear of being suspected by others.
After all, she traveled through time and is not the real Feng Jiuer.
When I first came here, I always felt a little guilty, fearing that others would know that I was a substitute.
But now that she has probably become a veteran, she is no longer afraid of this kind of problem. She even feels that she is the real Feng Jiuer.
The mute slave thought for a while, stretched out his hand and made a gesture.
"More than ten years?"
Didn’t that mean that Feng Jiuer has been by her side ever since she was burned by the fire?
Ten years was such a long time, but Jiu'er's clearest impression of him only lasted less than a year.
However, even if it is less than a year, it feels like we have known each other for more than ten years.
As soon as she returned to the room, the smell of alcohol began to slowly rise again. She leaned against the table and looked at the mute slave who was making her bed, her eyes soft.
Some people haven't appeared for a long, long time... She knew that if he didn't show up, there would always be a reason why he didn't show up.
She can also no longer insist on knowing the truth as before. Sometimes, not everything needs to be investigated to the end.
"Mute slave..." The moment she fell on the bed, she looked back at him and blinked: "Go back and rest. I'm not drunk. I want to sleep."
The mute slave nodded, covered her with a quilt, blew out the candle, and left.
Feng Jiuer looked at an unknown corner, her eyes focused.
