Under the pavilion, that plain white figure is always as elegant as a fairy.
Looking from a distance, if you are not intoxicated by his stunning grace, you must not be a woman.
However, Feng Jiuer only wants to know one thing now.
Over there, is he Di Wuya?
She quickened her pace and walked towards the pavilion.
Yu Jingfeng took a step forward and blocked her way: "Miss Jiu'er, the prince and the academician are playing chess, you..."
"I want to see Uncle Nine Emperors!" Feng Jiuer was almost eaten up by Di Wuya in the forest just now!
His clothes had been pulled down by him, and his hands had even... Although she didn't know why he suddenly found his conscience, the humiliation just now still made her furious.
"Miss Jiu'er..."
"What do you want from me?" Under the pavilion, Zhan Qingcheng clung to Bai Zi, dropped it casually, and then glanced sideways.
With just one glance, Feng Jiuer suddenly felt a heavy pressure above her head.
She was wronged and resentful in her heart, so she rushed over desperately to prove that Uncle Nine Emperors was Emperor Wuya.
However, when I met the Nine Emperors Uncle's eyes now, at that moment... To be honest, I seemed a little... timid.
Bite the bullet, Feng Jiuer walked over, but suddenly stepped on something and pounced on it.
"Ah..." This scream seemed a bit exaggerated, but if you didn't scream like that, wouldn't it look like an accidental fall soon?
Academician Fang Zheng, who had been playing chess with the Ninth Prince, was startled. When he saw Feng Jiuer rushing toward the Ninth Prince, he immediately wanted to go over and help.
However, Jiu'er wanted to pounce on Uncle Nine Emperors, so of course he wouldn't give anyone a chance to help.
She was close enough, and in a blink of an eye, she had jumped onto Zhan Qingcheng's lap and hugged his waist.
Her face seemed to be buried in his belly due to inertia.
Sandalwood scent! Why is it such a strong sandalwood scent?
But in the mountains and forests, what I smell is a faint medicinal fragrance, very slight, but it is indeed medicinal!
Academician Fang Zheng's hand was about to touch Feng Jiu'er's back collar, and he was about to pick her up, but was stopped by Zhan Qingcheng's cold gaze.
Ninth Prince... won't you let him touch this girl?
Fang Zheng had no choice but to slow down his steps, nodded again, and returned to his stone bench.
I didn't know if I had been sitting here for too long, and my consciousness was still a little drowsy, so I took action much slower than usual.
Otherwise, with Fangzheng's skills, Feng Jiuer would never have been able to hold the Ninth Prince in such a presumptuous and rude manner.
However, what does it mean that the Ninth Prince is not allowed to touch her? Could it be that the Ninth Prince is interested in this girl... But this girl is too ugly!
"You haven't gotten up yet, is your foot injured?" Zhan Qingcheng looked down at the little guy who was hugging him tightly and rubbing against him. A deep luster flashed in his eyes.
"Feet..." Feng Jiuer smelled it for a long time, but still couldn't smell the faint medicinal fragrance. She had no choice but to follow his words and find a step for herself.
"My feet hurt a little, but it shouldn't be serious."
She stood up and leaned towards Fang Zheng, who was sitting next to her: "Sir Academician."
Fang Zheng nodded, because he didn't know the relationship between this girl and the Ninth Prince, and he didn't dare to put on airs casually.
Feng Jiuer's eyes swept over the stone table, where there was a game of chess and, as expected, there was also a burner of lit sandalwood.
No wonder Uncle Nine Emperors has such a strong scent of sandalwood. Could it be that he has really been sitting here for a long time and the sandalwood scent is on his clothes.
Looking at Fang Zheng, she smiled and asked: "Sir, have you and Uncle Nine Emperors been playing chess here? How long have you been playing?"
