Jianyi helped Jiuer and finally got her to stand firm.
This girl, do you want to be so embarrassed?
"I, I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired after standing for too long."
Jiu'er immediately made an excuse for himself, even though he seemed to be basically sitting down throughout the morning.
Jian Yi snorted coldly, disdainfully.
Don’t you know this girl yet?
She is clearly a pervert.
When have you ever seen the Ninth Prince and not made you forget yourself?
Although he is really good-looking, don't be so embarrassed! After all, he is his boss! Jiuer's face turned slightly red, and when he raised his head, he accidentally met the gaze Zhan Qingcheng was looking at.
He and An Bao were walking on the steps on the left. An Bao, who was not very short, looked particularly thin in front of him.
He is very tall and has a slender figure. Standing on the steps, he is a unique sight.
The gaze he cast seemed to be very focused, but in the next moment, it became careless.
Jiu'er hadn't guessed whether he was looking at him with this glance. When he raised his head again, his gaze had already been withdrawn.
I don’t look at her anymore, alas! My little heart is pounding, I’m a little nervous, and I’m looking forward to it.
In the end, it all turned out to be a disappointment.
He's gone.
"Everyone has left, how long can we still stand here?"
The cold sound of the sword sounded.
Feng Jiuer was stunned for a moment and immediately came back to his senses.
Even I feel a little disgusted with myself, and I lose my soul at every turn, which is too embarrassing.
Just that look just now, with the cold white clothes, immediately dug a hole in her heart.
"The scenery here is unique. I just stayed to take a look. Why bother?"
She rolled her eyes at the sword.
Jian Yi was too lazy to expose her.
Yes, for Feng Jiu'er, a pervert like her, a place with a beautiful city is the best scenery in the world! Jiu'er still couldn't help but glance in the direction of her father's palace.
It wasn't until Zhan Qingcheng was completely invisible that he left with a disappointed heart.
In the palace, An Bao led Zhan Qingcheng to Feng Qiongcang.
But seeing Zhan Qingcheng acting indifferently, she didn't even bow in front of Feng Qiongcang.
An Bao couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "Why don't you be polite when you see the emperor?"
Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and met Feng Qiongcang's gaze coldly.
"I am not a member of the Feng Clan, and my country, Beimu, is not surrendered to the Feng Clan. Why do I need to salute?"
An Bao liked this man in white very much, but he was so presumptuous in front of the emperor, An Bao was very anxious.
However, An Bao could not refute Zhan Qingcheng's words for a while.
Feng Qiongcang looked at Zhan Qingcheng. The latter place was for him to inspect, and he had no intention of avoiding it.
He looked at it carefully for a while and then waved his hand.
It seemed that the emperor was not angry at all.
An Bao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated to Feng Qiongcang.
"Are you the Ninth Prince of Beimu Kingdom?"
Feng Qiongcang asked.
"yes."
"Give me a seat."
An Bao immediately ordered: "Give me a seat!"
Several young eunuchs immediately brought the chairs to the front of the palace, and Zhan Qingcheng sat down casually, not even the slightest bit humble in front of the emperor.
Even his cold and noble aura seemed no different from that of the emperor.
He is truly a unique talent! Feng Qiongcang stared at Zhan Qingcheng, a flash of admiration passing through his eyes.
However, appreciation is appreciation, and he may not really be able to make him stay with peace of mind for such a man.
"Are you really willing to be the princess's attendant?"
Feng Qiongcang asked.
Unexpectedly, the ninth prince's response was truly unique: "She is my woman."
An Bao made a thud, his legs went weak, and his elbow hit the table in front of Feng Qiongcang. The pain made him almost burst into tears.
However, the atmosphere in the palace was really a bit... shocking.
Even if it hurts, An Bao can only grit his teeth tightly and dare not moan.
Too arrogant! Simply, too presumptuous! How could this man talk to the emperor with such an attitude and tone?
But, being so arrogant makes people... oh! I really like it! An Bao's girly heart suddenly felt numb and numb, and she was so fascinated! "Ahem!"
Feng Qiongcang coughed lightly.
An Bao immediately recovered from his intoxication and quickly lowered his head, shyly.
Little eunuchs like them can easily be led astray.
However, he still did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the emperor.
"I don't know what you mean. Jiu'er grew up in my garden since he was a child and only recently returned to the palace."
Everyone understands the meaning of the emperor's words.
If he said yes, it must be.
Zhan Qingcheng leaned back in the chair, even the emperor dared to look sideways! An Bao's little heart was beating wildly. He not only found the young master in front of him, a fairy, charming, but he was also afraid that this young master would really anger the emperor.
You must know that the emperor's majesty cannot be challenged.
Feng Qiongcang narrowed her eyes, although she really admired him.
However, as An Bao thought, the emperor's majesty cannot be trampled on at will.
"Zhan Qingcheng, you despise the royal majesty so much, are you really not afraid of me punishing you?"
His face was slightly pale, and Feng Qiongcang could tell at a glance that he was seriously injured.
No matter how powerful he was in the past, now he was injured and entered his palace again.
If he had someone take him down, the Ninth Prince, who was so aloof, might not be able to get out.
Zhan Qingcheng always looked at him calmly, seemingly not caring about his threat at all.
Just when Feng Qiongcang frowned and wanted to order him to be taken down, or at least to dampen his spirit, Zhan Qingcheng suddenly spoke.
"The Phoenix clan seems to be peaceful and peaceful now, and even the Kyoto is singing and dancing at peace. But in fact, the Phoenix clan is not only divided internally, but also several cities on the border are in danger."
"What did you say?"
Feng Qiongcang's face changed slightly and his eyes narrowed.
"Not everyone in the country surrenders to the emperor. There is another voice among the people who think that the emperor's throne is not rightly named."
"You..." "When the late emperor was still alive, the crown prince was the fourth prince, who is now the Prince of the Night."
Zhan Qingcheng's hand fell on the chair, and his long fingers lightly traced the ancient wooden armrest.
So careless, so calm! But what he said made Feng Qiongcang look gloomy, and made An Bao's legs weak and he almost stopped standing.
"The late emperor suddenly fell seriously ill. After that, the royal seal fell into the hands of the emperor, the four princes disappeared, and the emperor ascended the throne.
Two years later, the fourth prince came back and was canonized as Prince of the Night."
"After returning, Lord Ye is like a puppet, at the mercy of the emperor. He goes out to fight for the emperor all the time, splattering blood on the battlefield."
Zhan Qingcheng stared at him, his eyes suddenly becoming cold.
"The dignified prince has now become the emperor's killing tool! Can the subordinates who supported the prince and were loyal to the late emperor accept this?"
