Xue Gu must know the masked empress in the palace, but Jiu'er didn't intend to ask further questions.
If Xue Gu doesn't want to say it, she must not be able to. If she continues to ask questions, she will only get stories made up by Xue Gu.
Xue Gu didn't want to lie to her, and she didn't want to embarrass Xue Gu, so why bother asking?
"Believe me, she won't harm you."
This is the only thing Xue Gu can promise her, "I swear on my life, she will not harm you."
"You don't need to be grateful to her, but Nirvana of the Phoenix is indeed your chance to be reborn, not to mention," Xue Gu held Jiu'er's hand for a while before saying, "You have no choice now."
...That night Feng Jiuer had a long, long dream. In the dream, she was seriously injured by a palm from the Masked Empress, but for some reason, the Masked Empress went crazy and wanted to save her.
After that, she seemed to fall from somewhere and fell into an abyss. Then, someone jumped down and approached her.
But she couldn't feel the temperature, and the cold abyss completely submerged her.
She was really cold, so cold that her whole body was shivering, and even her blood seemed to have congealed.
Who is she?
Why do you want to hurt her and then save her?
Why does Xue Gu trust her so much?
Why is even Xuegu willing to help her?
But Feng Jiuer seemed to have a vague feeling that she could also trust the people Xue Gu trusted.
But what is the basis for trust?
Maybe it was Xue Gu's words, swearing on her life?
Feng Jiuer didn't know and couldn't understand. She only knew that her body was still shaking until a pair of strong arms hugged her tightly.
The warmth gathered little by little, and her body seemed to be really not so cold anymore, and even gradually warmed up.
She opened her eyes and finally saw clearly who was holding her in her arms.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." "That guy will accompany you to the deserted ruins. We will set off tonight."
He said, although his voice could never learn to be gentle, it was warm, but... "Desolate ruins?"
How could Uncle Nine Emperors know about this?
Feng Jiuer woke up suddenly in shock, and sat upright from his arms: "Uncle Nine Emperors, who..." No, besides Xue Gu, who else could it be?
Why did Xue Gu tell Uncle Nine Emperors about the matter?
"If Aunt Xue doesn't tell me, are you going to tell me?"
Zhan Qingcheng snorted, and Feng Jiuer suddenly didn't dare to speak.
I originally planned to let Uncle Nine Emperors know about this matter. If he knew about it, he would definitely take action.
"Uncle Nine Emperors also thinks that I should go to that desolate ruins?"
It's really incredible that Uncle Nine Emperors agreed to let her go to such a dangerous place.
It's unreasonable, isn't it?
Uncle Jiuhuang has always been so conceited and would not let her do anything even remotely dangerous. But today he is so generous and allows her to leave tonight?
Feng Jiuer thought for a while, and suddenly alarm bells rang in her heart! "Uncle Nine Emperors, you don't want to go with me, do you?"
It's a long way to get to the Feng Clan from here. As a king, how can you..." "I won't go."
These words are so cold! Feng Jiuer was really relieved, but she also really felt that her little heart was a little sore and uncomfortable.
Of course she couldn't let Uncle Nine Emperors go, but when Uncle Nine Emperors said that he couldn't go, she felt so disappointed.
Alas, women are really a strange species. Whether they mean what they say or mean what they mean, she can’t tell.
But no matter what, the Ninth Prince should not have left the imperial city.
Nowadays, various forces have gathered in the Imperial City, and everyone is still ready to make a move. Even Emperor Qiwen is secretly recruiting forces. Once the Ninth Prince walks away, no one knows what will happen to the Imperial City.
At this moment, the Ninth Prince cannot leave, so there is nothing to feel sad about.
She nodded, but she was still a little confused: "Has Uncle Nine Emperors been to that place of the Feng Clan?"
There is always a feeling that the Phoenix Clan is really far away. No matter who speaks it, it feels like an unreachable country.
"I've never been there, but the Feng Clan is not as far away as you think. It's just that the people there rarely interact with foreigners, so everyone thinks the Feng Clan is mysterious."
Zhan Qingcheng sat down on the bed, held her in his arms, and let her sit on his lap.
This posture was really not very elegant. Feng Jiuer wanted to get down, but what Uncle Nine Emperors said next made her suddenly fascinated.
"You have the mark of the Phoenix Clan on your body. Why not take this opportunity to go to the Feng Clan and have a look. Maybe you will find some secrets that even you can't believe."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you mean by this?"
What is an unbelievable secret?
What secret?
"You mean, treasure map?"
"It's just a treasure, but I still look down upon it."
To him, even treasures that could overthrow an dynasty are nothing more than dead objects that can be readily used when needed.
But, her secret may actually be a priceless treasure.
"You are just an ordinary woman from Beimu Country. Your mother is also from Beimu Country. Why do you have the Phoenix mark of Feng Nu on your body?"
Feng Jiuer was stunned and suddenly remembered the words of the Masked Empress.
Long Feiyan is not a phoenix girl, that is to say, the phoenix mark on her body is not passed down from Long Feiyan's body.
For the Feng family, it is even more impossible. I don’t know why it is impossible. In short, I just feel that something as mysterious as the Phoenix mark should not have been passed down from the Feng family.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you know?"
"I don't know."
"snort!"
This guy, can't he tell her clearly what he has to say?
It’s so tiring to guess without saying anything! “I just feel that such a vulgar person as Feng Junzhuo cannot give birth to such aura as my girl.”
His voice fell from the top of his head. Although it was always as calm as water and even had an innate coolness, was this tone a little too doting?
Feng Jiuer felt her heart tremble. A man who didn't know how to talk about love, even if he just said a little bit, would make people intoxicated.
Especially, Uncle Nine Emperors is so good-looking, even more beautiful than the gods... "It seems that you probably don't have the time to guess the meaning of these words."
A pleasant breath flashed across Zhan Qingcheng's eyes. The little girl in his arms was completely drunk and just fell softly against his body.
The soft body, the big misty eyes, and the thin lips that opened and closed slightly, every part exuded an aura of temptation, like a silent invitation.
His long fingers traced her lips, his big palm slid to her lower back, and he suddenly lifted her up.
Feng Jiu'er felt that her body was instantly pressed against the body of Uncle Nine Emperors. She blinked, but before she could fully wake up from the sweetness, Uncle Nine Emperor's face was magnified infinitely in her sight...
