Feng Jiuer felt a little uneasy, so she turned and left.
She did not forget that Uncle Nine Emperors was very hungry! But before he could take two steps, Feng Jiuer's steps were suppressed by some unknown force.
Looking back at the man who was still sitting on her "throne", she called out softly: "Mr. Zhan."
"What did you call me?"
Zhan Qingcheng frowned and spoke in a deep voice.
Catching the man's gaze, Feng Jiuer had not yet reacted, but he had already been taken away by an unknown force.
In the blink of an eye, the two people's postures returned to what they were before.
The girl sitting between the man's legs looked up at the man and blinked her big, watery eyes.
"Um... Mr. Zhan, I know you are good at martial arts, but you are... still seriously injured. Can you stop using your true energy at all times?"
The baby is scared to death! Although as long as he doesn't get into a fight, it won't hurt him at all.
However, practicing kung fu from time to time will not do any good to his body.
Looking down at the girl below him, Zhan Qingcheng shed the cold air from his body and curled his lips slightly.
The smile at the corner of his mouth made Feng Jiuer feel like there was a ray of light centered on his perfect handsome face, spreading out in all directions, sweeping away the haze in the palace.
At this moment, the entire hall lit up, and waves of warmth spread into my heart.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you are so good-looking!"
Feng Jiuer almost became obsessed with it without realizing it.
Zhan Qingcheng scooped up the woman sitting on the blanket and let her sit on his legs.
He held her in his arms, held the back of her head with one big hand, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Looking at the handsome face that slowly enlarged, Feng Jiuer had no intention of rejecting it at all. This feeling seemed a bit familiar.
Finally, when the warm lips touched hers, she reacted suddenly.
"ah!"
A pair of small hands used almost all their strength to push away the person hugging him.
This little strength is absolutely nothing to Zhan Qingcheng.
However, he still let her go as she wished.
Feng Jiuer got off Zhan Qingcheng with a look of panic and took two steps back.
"Princess."
Hearing the cry, the palace maid knocked on the door anxiously.
Feng Jiuer glanced back, then her eyes returned to the man sitting in front of her.
She touched the place where she had just been touched by his thin lips, which were prettier than roses, and a similar picture appeared in her mind.
A quick knock on the door brought Feng Jiuer back from her thoughts.
"It's okay, no need to come in."
After saying this, Feng Jiuer turned back and looked at Zhan Qingcheng.
"Mr. Zhan, let's go. Dinner will be served in the side hall."
Feng Jiuer really didn't expect that he would still be angry when she condescended to talk to him.
But Mr. Zhan is so handsome even when he is angry. She likes him so much. What should I do?
"Master Zhan."
Feng Jiuer smiled and said softly, "Aren't you hungry?
Dinner is ready, let's come together."
Hello together?
She was a princess, she was like this, what else did he want?
Looking at the man whose face was still gloomy, or even even gloomier, Feng Jiuer couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.
The strange thing is that she is not angry at all! After thinking for a moment, Feng Jiuer's beautiful crescent eyebrows curved, as if she had thought of something.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, aren't you hungry?
Come with me to the side hall for dinner, okay?"
Feng Jiuer found that when she changed her name to Uncle Nine Emperors, the man's breath was finally not so cold.
Sure enough, he liked this title very much.
"Um."
Zhan Qingcheng nodded.
Seeing his big palm move slightly, Feng Jiuer took a step back suddenly, thinking that he was going to use force again.
"I know you are good at martial arts, but didn't you suffer serious internal injuries?
Don’t use force easily, it’s not good for you to hurt yourself.”
"Care about me?"
Zhan Qingcheng glanced sideways at the little girl in front of him, her expression unclear.
Feng Jiuer frowned and shook her head with some disdain.
Before she could say what she wanted to say, she felt a little breathless and could only swallow it all.
Seeing the man's expression like this, Feng Jiu'er coughed lightly and didn't dare to delay any longer. She took his hand in the direction and was about to say goodbye.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let's go have a meal."
Feng Jiuer said softly with a smile.
After being held by the little girl and left, Zhan Qingcheng's complexion improved a lot.
After all, Feng Jiuer still couldn't figure out why this guy was so domineering, but she felt good that he wasn't angry.
Just by saying "it feels good", Feng Jiuer even served Zhan Qingcheng with her own hands. This kind of thing is absolutely unprecedented.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, it's ready."
Not wanting him to go hungry was Feng Jiu'er's only thought now. Maybe she was worried that he would be angry, but she did care anyway.
Looking up at the man in front of her, and then looking down at the meal placed in front of him, Feng Jiuer blinked in confusion.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, is the food not to your liking?"
"Serve."
Zhan Qingcheng's aura was still cold, but at least he was still willing to speak out.
Feng Jiuer blinked, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and handed it to Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, try it, you may like it."
Hey, how does she know what he likes?
However, this is not the point. The point is, why does she feel that serving him is like a normal thing?
Could it be said that she was a slave in her previous life, and her servility affects her in this life?
But, when facing other people, she is obviously not like this?
Feng Jiuer didn't want to think too much about things that she couldn't understand. At least, Uncle Nine Emperors ate the meat she gave him, and it was delicious.
"Also, try this."
Feng Jiuer watched Zhan Qingcheng eating meat with a happy face, a big smile on her face.
Zhan Qingcheng was not polite, he would eat everything the little girl brought to him.
After a while, Zhan Qingcheng almost ate all the dishes on the table, and the rest were all that Feng Jiuer felt her Nine Emperors uncle didn't like.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you satisfied?"
After wiping the corners of the man's mouth, Feng Jiuer was busy pouring him a cup of tea.
Although Zhan Qingcheng didn't speak, he still seemed quite satisfied.
He took the tea, took a sip, and then put the cup down.
After finally looking away from his handsome face, Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and sat down on another chair.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you... really don't like living in the west wing?"
Feng Jiuer has not forgotten that Uncle Jiuhuang didn't say a word at that time.
She didn't know if he didn't like the West Wing or if he didn't like his own affairs being disturbed.
Anyway, he was very angry at that time, and she didn't want him to be angry, so she took it upon herself to drag him in.
What if what he doesn't like is actually the entire Princess Palace?
