Zhan Qingcheng's eyes darkened, and the entire princess palace became quiet, as if on the eve of a storm.
Jianyi stood in a low-profile place and curled his lips slightly.
It doesn't matter where he lives, but it's fun to let Zhan Qingcheng live in the inferior West Wing! Mu Mu's face was expressionless, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Of course, all he cared about was Feng Jiu'er, and he participated in the selection of the servant just to stay by her side.
An Bao's scalp felt numb, he shifted his gaze anxiously, and looked at Feng Jiu'er with a pleading look.
Knowing that Uncle Jiuhuang was angry, how could Feng Jiuer still have the mood to care about others?
Ever since she heard An Bao say that she would arrange for this man to live in the west wing, she had been uneasy. Now, she finally understood where her uneasiness came from.
How could Uncle Nine Emperors be so noble and willing to live in a place where others are inferior?
However, the emperor's order cannot be violated! "Um..." Feng Jiu'er looked at Zhan Qingcheng, and even spoke a little awkwardly, "I..." Two of the remaining seven servants were randomly selected by Feng Jiu'er
, their status is not low, but the other five were personally appointed by the emperor, and their status is very prominent.
They were unhappy when they saw that someone didn't even attend the dinner party because of their beauty.
He didn't want the princess to leave the banquet early, but because of this man, the five sons of important officials in the court were even more angry.
Fortunately, the emperor is wise, such lowly people, even if they are extraordinary in appearance, can only live in the west chamber and cannot be compared with them at all.
"Nine..." Feng Jiu'er swallowed and swallowed back the word "uncle", "We..." "I'm hungry."
Suddenly, the handsome man standing in front of the princess said softly.
As he finished speaking, the cold air around him slowly dissipated.
Feng Jiuer looked at Zhan Qingcheng for a moment and was speechless for a moment.
The person standing behind her was silent, as if expecting something.
He was just a man from an ordinary common people, but he didn't even pay attention to their princess. He was simply daring! Just when everyone thought that the princess was going to drive people away, something unexpected happened.
Under the gaze of everyone, Feng Jiuer suddenly stepped forward and took Zhan Qingcheng's hand.
The majestic princess actually takes the initiative to hold the hand of another man. How is this allowed?
"Let's go to my place. There is delicious food."
She looked at him and smiled slightly.
Feng Jiuer didn't think much about it. Her Nine Emperors uncle only deserves to live in the best place. Since he doesn't like the West Wing, he shouldn't go there.
Ignoring all the surprised looks, Feng Jiuer led Zhan Qingcheng and walked towards her private room.
An Baozhen was stunned for a while before reacting and said: "Princess, Mr. Zhan's things have been arranged in the west wing. Later..." "Bring them all here. Mr. Zhan will live in my place from now on."
Feng Jiuer only left one sentence and didn't even look back.
Even she didn't know what she was doing. There was sweat on her temples and her palms were wet. Anyway, she just couldn't see Uncle Nine Emperors being unhappy.
She seemed to be very aware of the fact that if Uncle Nine Emperors was unhappy because of her, she would be dead! An Bao was very upset. He originally wanted to remind the princess that Mr. Zhan Qingcheng was not going to the West Wing now, but would go to the West Wing later.
of.
Several sons of important ministers were watching behind her, but the princess brought a commoner into the palace. He couldn't do nothing.
Unexpectedly, the princess actually said that from now on, Master Zhan Qingcheng would live at her place, directly in the princess's wing.
It's not that I don't know that An Bao still has something to say, but Feng Jiuer has nothing to say.
She led Zhan Qingcheng and walked straight into the main hall.
The people behind An Bao could only watch the princess leave helplessly, unable to say a word.
The most disgusting thing is that there is a man beside her.
This person is just a bit handsome, how can he get the princess's exclusive favor?
The sons of the five important ministers had cold breaths, and you could tell how angry they were even without looking at them.
However, who dares to say how pretty Zhan Qingcheng is?
No one dares! "Princess."
The palace maid hurriedly came to greet him.
"Go and prepare dinner for Mr. Zhan."
Feng Jiuer waved her hand, feeling uneasy, but she still looked back and said, "Close the door!"
If you don’t close it, what will you do if Anbao comes in?
But thinking about it, he still has a lot of things to arrange, so he probably won't come in.
"Yes, princess."
The palace maid nodded, retreated, and closed the door.
Feng Jiu'er just gave her instructions and when she turned around to go in, Zhan Qingcheng's tall body was already sitting on the main seat.
That place was originally arranged for the princess, and the decoration was warm and comfortable, with a bit of a girlish touch.
The seat is definitely not too small for Feng Jiuer, but it is definitely too small for the tall Zhan Qingcheng.
After the handsome guy sat down, there was no extra space at all, which felt very cute.
But Feng Jiuer didn't pay much attention to admiring his cuteness, and Uncle Jiuhuang was obviously angry again.
Why are you always afraid of his anger?
Feng Jiu'er didn't know either. Was she worried that she would be beaten by him?
How is it possible?
His martial arts must look pretty good, but she is a princess after all, and such a perfect man wouldn't take action against a woman as beautiful as her, right?
"come over."
Zhan Qingcheng looked at the dazed girl standing in the hall and waved her hand.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer didn't even think about it, and immediately moved forward, even her steps were a little anxious.
When she climbed the steps and came to him, she stopped.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his big palm and not only pulled Feng Jiuer over, but even let her sit between his legs.
Feng Jiuer was frightened by the sudden change. She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, unable to react.
The little girl returned to her arms again, and Zhan Qingcheng's aura finally became much gentler.
Just when his big palm was about to touch her little head, someone knocked on the palace door from outside.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and immediately stepped back a few minutes.
What kind of posture is this?
She almost fell on top of him. Feng Jiuer reacted suddenly and stood up.
"Princess, the slave is coming in."
After the palace maid's voice came in, she opened the palace door, lowered her head and walked in.
The two palace ladies took the prepared dinner to the side hall and returned to the main hall, still not daring to raise their eyes.
It would be okay if only the princess was here, but now there is a servant in the princess's wing. I have never seen a man who is extraordinary and handsome, but also has a cold air. Who dares to look more?
"Princess, dinner is ready."
The palace maid has no intention of leaving, and wonders whether she should stay and serve her.
Feng Jiuer was a little at a loss and unconsciously turned around to look at the person behind her.
Faintly aware of Uncle Nine Emperor's displeasure, she waved her hand without even looking back.
"Go down."
"Yes, princess."
The two palace maids took several steps back before hurriedly turning around and leaving.
The palace door was closed again, and only Feng Jiuer and Zhan Qingcheng were left in the wing.
