Seeing the man's handsome thick eyebrows frown, Feng Jiuer immediately waved her hand.
"No, of course I don't mean to drive you away. How could I think so?"
I don’t dare! “I thought, if you really don’t like the west wing, you can live here with me. The main hall also has several wing rooms, which are no worse than the west wing, even better than the east wing...” “Order someone to bring a bath.
The soup comes in, I want to take a bath."
Zhan Qingcheng took a long step forward, leaving only Feng Jiuer's tall figure behind.
Feng Jiuer looked at him for an instant, unable to react at all.
It is certain that she ordered someone to prepare bathing water. She needs to bathe every day, but what does it mean that he wants to bathe?
Hasn't he chosen his place for tonight yet?
Which wing does she want people to go to to prepare the bath?
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer hurriedly followed.
I saw Uncle Nine Emperors leaving the side hall, walking into the main hall, and continuing to walk inside.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, how about I take you to see the other rooms, I..." Before she could finish her words, Feng Jiuer looked at the man who walked into the inner room, stared at the man with his big round eyes, and stopped.
It wasn't until the man's figure disappeared from her sight that Feng Jiuer reacted and took a somewhat hasty step.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, this...is my bedroom."
Doesn't he want to stay with her?
"I hate people who don't keep their word."
Zhan Qingcheng said lightly and took off his clothes.
While admiring the man's perfect figure, Feng Jiuer was still thinking about his words in detail.
Breaking your promise?
When did she break her promise?
Could it be that... "Uncle Nine Emperors, are you referring to the fact that I asked you to live with me?"
Apparently, he didn't dislike the Princess Palace.
"That's what I meant."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and continued.
"Isn't that because you don't like the West Wing?
I didn’t say you were going to sleep in my room tonight, right?”
"In addition to the east and west wing, the main hall also has several wing rooms. I will take you to choose from them. You are a distinguished guest, so you can choose whatever you want."
"I have chosen to order someone to bring bathing water in."
The man raised his hand casually, and the robe fell to where it should go, like a kite with its string broken.
And its owner took a long step forward and sat beside the bed.
Feng Jiuer just glanced at the man sitting on the bed, and then she lost her sense of control. She actually had the urge to go over and push him.
Uncle Nine Emperors is so dazzling in appearance and in great shape. Moreover, he actively wants to stay. Tsk tsk...it's not her problem, okay?
The blame is that this man is too perfect, too evil, and too charming! After coughing lightly and suppressing his wolfish impulse, Feng Jiuer looked at Zhan Qingcheng seriously.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, if you really stay tonight, I believe that starting from tomorrow, uh... I mean, Qingyu's problem."
She is a princess, it doesn't matter to her, but he is different, isn't he?
"I don't want to say what I said a third time."
Zhan Qingcheng's low words had just finished, where was Feng Jiuer's figure in the inner room?
"Wait a moment!"
The voice is still there, but the person is gone.
Not long after Feng Jiuer went out, the wing became lively. Rather than saying it was lively, it was better to say that it was just a little more popular.
The maids carrying the bathing soup came in one after another and were busy setting up the bathing rooms for them.
Put the bath soup, scatter flower petals, and prepare bath supplies. In a short time, everything that needs to be prepared is ready.
For those who didn’t know, they thought they were decorating a wedding room.
There were five or six palace maids who appeared in front of Feng Jiu'er and Zhan Qingcheng, but no one dared to say a word or even raise their eyes.
After all, there was not only the princess in the wing, but also a man who looked like an immortal, handsome and cold, like a crystal iceberg, unattainable.
The palace maid Fu Shen left, and only Feng Jiuer and Zhan Qingcheng were left in the inner room.
Feng Jiuer took a few steps over, picked up the luggage belonging to Zhan Qingcheng that the palace maid had brought in, and weighed it.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, this..." This thing is definitely his only luggage. It seems that there are no more than two sets of clothes in it.
But isn’t he the prince of Beimu Kingdom?
Why do you look so poor?
The palace maid said it was the only one, so it was the only one. But when she saw the luggage, Feng Jiuer felt a little sad.
Maybe he was in a hurry to enter the palace and didn't have time to make any preparations.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, the bathing water is ready. You can go and take a bath."
Feng Jiuer didn't know when she had arrived in front of Zhan Qingcheng.
She took the luggage and handed it to him.
Meeting Zhan Qingcheng's gaze, Feng Jiuer seemed to feel something was wrong.
She actually had the urge to wait for him to bathe, but he was not only a man, but also the Nine Emperors Uncle. How could she think like this?
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer called out again.
Staring at his beautiful and delicious lips, Feng Jiuer licked her lips and had the urge to bite them.
When her eyes returned to the man's deep eyes again, Feng Jiu'er felt a bit chilly.
After coughing slightly, she placed her luggage next to him.
"I'll give you the room, you can do whatever you want."
If she didn't leave, Feng Jiuer was really worried that she would tear the person behind her into pieces.
How could there be such an attractive man in the world?
It's true that she is a princess, but she can't do whatever she wants! But as soon as she turned around, she felt a little reluctant to leave her. What should I do?
"Serve."
Behind him, a deep voice sounded.
Feng Jiuer immediately stopped and felt that the whole world became brighter.
It was him, he was the one who said he wanted to serve him, it was not her purposely spying on him, absolutely not?
Looking at the woman with some disdain, she reluctantly turned around and returned to the bed.
Glancing at the man's slightly opened collar, Feng Jiuer took a breath and tried to breathe normally.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want me to serve you?"
Great! I really want to see how strong he is...Tsk! "Yeah."
Ignoring the girl's squinting gaze, Zhan Qingcheng stood up generously in front of her.
Immediately, he opened his arms.
Looking at the jade belt around his waist, Feng Jiuer couldn't even remember how she reached out her hand.
She only remembered that she helped him undress and basically looked at his whole body.
Uncle Jiuhuang's figure shouldn't be too beautiful! Not only did she look at it, she also touched it a few times.
She really didn't mean it, this is how service should be, isn't it?
Feng Jiu'er was really dazzled by the handsome man. It wasn't until she was lying on the bench and slowly relaxing that she realized something was wrong.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
She turned around, looked at the man who had just ordered her to sleep on the bench, and frowned.
She actually slept under the same roof as him, and even obeyed his arrangement, sleeping on the bench obediently and giving up the bed to him.
The person on the bed had closed his eyes, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be about to fall asleep.
Looking at his pale face, Feng Jiuer felt sour that she even forgot what she wanted to say.
The girl who was lying on the bench, holding her chin, kept looking at the man on the bed. After an unknown amount of time, her body sank and she closed her eyes.
