After lunch, Feng Jiuer didn't eat much, and she didn't say she didn't have time to eat. Although she was quite busy, she just didn't have a good appetite.
During the dinner, the two of them barely spoke, feeling uncomfortable, and Feng Jiuer was not in such a mood to joke.
After lunch, the two returned to the dormitory. Feng Jiuer supported Zhan Qingcheng and asked him to sit beside the bed.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, take off your clothes. I'm going to give you an acupuncture treatment." Feng Jiuer took out the needle pack and spread it aside.
When she looked back again, she realized that the person sitting beside the bed had not moved at all.
After looking at him, Feng Jiuer sighed lightly, stood in front of him, stretched out a pair of small hands, placed them on the man's chest, and untied his clothes.
"Your external injuries have healed to some extent, but your internal injuries haven't healed yet, and you still can't do your exercises."
After taking off his robe and unbuttoning his inner garment, his broad and strong chest was revealed in front of Feng Jiuer.
Does this guy have such a good figure? It’s so perfect, with no fat at all.
From Zhan Qingcheng's angle, she could still clearly see Feng Jiuer's slender eyebrows raised slightly before she looked away from him.
"Your injuries are really serious, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Feng Jiuer didn't know if she couldn't help but swallow her saliva. In order not to look like a pervert, she had no choice but to get to the point quickly.
"Unless you have an extremely skilled person who can exercise to open up your meridians and integrate the true energy in your body, it will be really difficult for you to get better."
Feng Jiuer gently pushed the man in front of her, and Zhan Qingcheng lay down on the bed.
"It's a pity that my Fourth Emperor uncle is still injured, otherwise he might be able to help."
With a slight sigh, Feng Jiuer took out a silver needle from the needle bag.
Feeling that the man's breath on the bed was suddenly a bit colder, Feng Jiuer lowered her eyes and glanced at him, pursed her lips.
Ignoring this man who looked uncertain all day long, she sat down on the chair next to the bed and focused her attention on his chest.
"Are you familiar with Lord Ye?" Suddenly, Zhan Qingcheng's deep voice sounded.
A certain man liked the little girl to call him Uncle Nine Emperors very much, but he didn't want to hear her call other men in the same tone. He felt unhappy!
Feng Jiuer looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she picked up the second silver needle.
"Uncle Four Emperors treats me very well, and I like him too."
When he clearly felt the silver needle piercing his flesh, the man's muscles tensed up.
Feng Jiuer immediately took back the silver needle, looked at Zhan Qingcheng, and frowned.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Zhan Qingcheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you are not allowed to get too close to Lord Ye!"
Zhan Qingcheng's breath became even colder when he thought that the little girl had left him alone early in the morning to meet some uncle of the Fourth Emperor.
But, at least, his muscle tissue is relaxed now.
Feng Jiuer looked at this cold face and didn't react for a moment.
After a while, she asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Uncle Four Emperors and I are getting close. What's wrong with that?"
"Girl." Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his big palm and grabbed Feng Jiuer's arm, "I said no, I mean no!"
Facing his displeased gaze, Feng Jiuer's tightly knitted eyes took about a minute or two to slowly relax.
She moved her right hand and broke away from his grasp.
"Don't even think about destroying my hand, I will help you treat it."
No longer looking at this guy who seemed to be jealous, Feng Jiuer raised an eyebrow and inserted the second silver needle quickly and accurately.
"Don't move! Relax! Otherwise you will be the one to suffer." Holding the third silver needle, she still reminded uneasily.
"My uncle, the Fourth Emperor, is almost forty years old. He is a man who can be my father, not to mention that we are still related by blood."
"Besides, I already have ten servants, and I have no intention of focusing on other men for the time being."
Feng Jiuer looked at this cold guy and seemed to feel a little better.
For such a handsome man to be jealous of him should be something he should be proud of.
"Don't move! If I apply the acupuncture at the wrong point, you...oh, don't move!"
Zhan Qingcheng did not stay still because of her words, and even became unable to lie down.
"Don't move, okay?" Feng Jiuer had no choice but to press his arm hard, "If you move again, I'm going to get angry!"
After all, she was a dignified princess of the Feng clan, so Feng Jiuer thought that she would be angry and he would be quiet.
But she didn't expect that the person on the bed would not listen to her at all.
It seemed that as long as what she said was not what he wanted, he would not hesitate to hurt himself and would not let her continue to treat him.
"Okay, I didn't even take a second look at those servants. You, Mu Mu, and Jian Yi are enough. How can I still be in the mood..."
Seeing the guy trying to sit up, Feng Jiuer was really anxious.
"Zhan Qingcheng, don't move! It's just you, no Mu Mu, no Jianyi! It's just you, okay?"
Feng Jiuer stood up and pressed his arms hard, not allowing him to sit up.
"Only you, really! Don't get up, there's no one else, right, not yet... don't move!"
Feng Jiuer was really going crazy. This guy was so desperate that even she felt scared.
Treatment has started, what is he going to do?
"There won't be any in the future. There's only one of you. Lie down quickly, or I'll find a hundred of them and come back."
"No, I mean... there are no, not a hundred, to scare you, there is only one of you, there is really only one of you, believe me!"
After finally comforting this most disobedient patient, Feng Jiuer sighed lightly before picking up the next silver needle.
When she was about to give the acupuncture, Zhan Qingcheng's voice sounded.
"Remember what you said today!"
Looking at the man who glared at her before closing his eyes, Feng Jiuer took a sip and shook her head.
This is no different from coaxing a child to take medicine. Uncle Nine Emperors, do you really believe it?
For the next half hour, Zhan Qingcheng lay obediently, breathing steadily.
Feng Jiuer didn't know if he fell asleep, and she didn't have time to care.
She is very cautious in every treatment.
Not to mention, she was currently treating this man who was said to have come to look for her and was seriously injured by her Fourth Emperor uncle.
Feng Jiu'er was very careful with every move she made, and she didn't allow herself to make any mistakes.
When Zhan Qingcheng woke up, he saw the little girl lying down next to him and falling asleep.
He moved his eyes, stretched out his big palm, and gently rubbed her head.
"No! Don't kill her, no! Father, let her go. She is innocent. Father, don't! Let her go!"
The girl who was still mumbling suddenly woke up. She raised her head and firmly grasped Zhan Qingcheng's palm with both hands.
When Feng Jiuer met Zhan Qingcheng's gaze, her eyes were chaotic and had no focus at all.
After being lightly patted on the back door, her hazy eyes slowly became clear.
