The mute slave cooked porridge, which was very thin.
After Feng Jiuer changed into dirty clothes, she asked Mu Mu to help Feng Yinan up, and she fed him the porridge herself.
Feng Yinan's consciousness is still hazy now. Although she is alive, she can only wake up occasionally.
After a moment of wakefulness, he fell into a semi-conscious state again.
Feng Jiu'er took care of him until he finished the porridge. After that, Mu Mu stayed by Feng Yinan's side and asked Jiu'er to go back to his room to rest.
In fact, he knew that even if he returned to the room, Feng Jiuer might not be able to sleep.
But she has been highly nervous today. She seemed calm during the acupuncture. Mu Mu watched the entire process from beginning to end. Feng Jiuer probably sweated more today than she did in the past year.
She was always nervous, very nervous, but she just didn't dare to speak, couldn't speak, and couldn't say a word.
This girl is capable of things that others cannot do, and today, he was able to see it again.
How... can you forget?
Jiu'er returned to the room, and as Mu Mu expected, after taking a bath and changing clothes, he sat by the window and looked at the book in his hand, but he didn't read a single word.
The mute slave brought her food, but Feng Jiuer only took two random bites.
The mute slave felt pain in his heart when he saw her like this. Not long after taking away her dinner, he brought her another bowl of porridge.
"Mute slave, I'm not hungry, I've already eaten."
Jiu'er finally realized that the mute slave had been busy for her, and she said: "I'm really not hungry."
The mute slave pushed the bowl towards her and called out a few times.
Although his voice was monotonous, Feng Jiuer knew that he was persuading her.
Feng Jiuer looked at the mute slave for who knows how long. Suddenly, her eyes turned slightly red.
"He is a kind man and he is passionate, but he has never had a good day since he followed me."
She actually knew that it was definitely not Feng Yinan's fault. Yinan's injuries must be because of her and Tianji Hall.
She just hasn't figured it out yet, why would she take revenge on Feng Yinan for targeting people from Tianji Hall?
This time it is definitely not Leng Yue. It is impossible for everyone to not notice Leng Yue coming in.
Either they are incredibly powerful in martial arts, or there is a traitor in their current Tianji Hall.
Why is he a traitor again? Shan Shan's death seems like yesterday. Feng Jiu'er still remembers the scene when he died clearly.
She's not cowardly, she just doesn't want to face it, because once found out, this person... I'm afraid he will end up like Shan Shandao.
She also didn't want to doubt the people around her. They had lived and died together for so long, and they would definitely not treat Feng Yinan in such a cruel way. Absolutely not.
Is it an intruder from outside?
The mute slave didn't know how to persuade her, what's more, he couldn't speak at all.
I could only pat her shoulder gently to give her some comfort.
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, and the tears she had held back for a long time finally slipped from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't know how long it took, but she raised the back of her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and then picked up the bowl on the coffee table.
A whole bowl of porridge was eaten up in just a few seconds.
"Uh..." The mute slave looked at her, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.
Is she going out tonight?
Feng Jiuer nodded: "Tonight, if there is no accident, you have to go out. Go and help Mu Mu. Whatever he needs, you can prepare it for him."
The mute slave nodded and never asked about her affairs. Someone came before.
At midnight that night, as expected, someone came in a hurry to invite Feng Jiuer into the palace.
When Feng Jiuer arrived at Liyuan, Long Feiyan was already in a cold sweat from the pain.
"My dear, get through it. Your legs will be able to walk tonight."
"What did you say?"
Long Feiyan gasped and stared at her, beads of sweat falling from her forehead, soaking the gauze on her face, making her almost want to pull it off.
Feng Jiuer nodded firmly: "Yes, as long as the queen can survive tonight."
She took out the silver needle and looked at her: "The reason why I am giving you acupuncture now is not to relieve your pain. On the contrary, I want to completely open up your meridians. You will be in more pain than you are now."
"Mr. Fengjiu, Master..." Qingzhi looked at Long Feiyan with a worried look on his face.
Long Feiyan ignored it and just stared at the silver needle in Feng Jiuer's hand. After a moment, she nodded.
Feng Jiuer didn't hesitate anymore, the silver needle fell, and Long Feiyan's face turned pale and bloodless instantly.
Qingzhi and Qingye stood aside, their hearts being pinched and unable to relax.
It must be really painful, otherwise, given the will of the master, how could he not be able to bear it?
With such pain, an ordinary person would probably faint from the pain.
The pain lasted for about another hour, and Long Feiyan's wrinkled heart finally slowly relaxed.
Aoba, who was standing by, wiped her sweat from time to time. At this moment, he could clearly feel that the sweat on his master's forehead was less.
"Master, how do you feel now?"
Qingzhi also noticed this and asked urgently.
Long Feiyan said nothing and just nodded.
Does this mean that the pain is really over?
Qingzhi suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Jiu'er, suppressing his excitement: "Sir, how is our master's leg... now?"
The master's legs were actually able to stand up before, but he still couldn't walk. Just now Feng Jiu said that the master can walk tonight, so now that the master is not in so much pain, does that mean it is really possible?
Feng Jiuer raised her hand and wiped her sweat before taking a few steps back and looking at the masked empress sitting in the wheelchair: "Maybe, empress, you can give it a try."
Qingye and Qingzhi immediately looked at Long Feiyan, so excited that they could hardly speak: "Master..." Although Long Feiyan's face remained expressionless, his palms were already clenched.
Finally, her hands fell on the armrests of the wheelchair, supporting herself to stand up.
Qingye Qingzhi immediately wanted to go over and help her, but after receiving a faint glance from her, she hurriedly backed away, not daring to come close.
Feng Jiuer walked aside and sat down, watching calmly.
Although this masked empress has had a leg injury for many years, her subordinates still respect her so much. Just one glance can give her an aura as vast as the sea.
Feng Jiuer suddenly thought of the generals on the battlefield.
Although he didn't even know why he thought of the windy and sandy battlefield, when he saw the domineering look in the masked lady's eyes, it was as if he saw her sitting high on a horse, pointing a spear and threatening the world.
Not only does this masked empress not have any of the charm of a harem empress, on the contrary, she is full of righteousness and has an upright aura that makes people look up to her unconsciously.
Could it be that she is really not a concubine in the harem, but a big shot in the court?
In the past few years, besides Long Feiyan, who died on the battlefield in Beimu Kingdom, have there been any tough female generals?
