"So beautiful!" Unknowingly, a woman in white walked into a flower bed full of golden chrysanthemums.
Feng Jiuer, dressed in elegant white clothes, shuttled through the sea of flowers, just like a fairy, as beautiful as a poem.
"It's so beautiful!"
There was a slight sigh from the man behind her, but she ignored it.
Being in the sea of flowers, everything becomes so beautiful, there are no worries, only incomparable comfort.
Whether it's flowers, leaves, or branches, Feng Jiu'er likes them all.
And the fresh aroma, like the smell from heaven, made her intoxicated and fascinated.
After traveling through heaven for a while, Feng Jiuer stopped in front of a bouquet of flowers that grew out of nowhere.
She moved her white hands forward, gently grasped the small string of golden chrysanthemums, placed it in front of her nose, and took a deep breath.
"It smells so good!" Feng Jiuer carefully let go of the twig in her hand and continued walking forward.
Zhan Qingcheng, who was following her, couldn't hide the joy on his face as he looked at the small figure in the sea of flowers.
Along the way, there were little golden chrysanthemums everywhere, and Feng Jiuer's body and mind were very liberated.
The depression in her heart seemed to have really relaxed. She turned back with a happy face and looked at the person behind her.
Under the sunlight, this handsome face became more and more familiar, and Feng Jiuer couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
In her mind, there was a scene where he was standing in a large sea of flowers, surrounded by her favorite smell.
It was a night, and he was standing in front of him just like he is now.
The same domineering appearance is revealed, but the eyes are tender, and a pair of deep eyes are more beautiful than the most precious gems in the world.
The flickering yellow-green light all around allowed him to see the face clearly.
That's right! It's him, it's really him!
Feng Jiuer felt like she had returned to that night, and the whole world was beautiful.
He stayed by her side quietly, giving her courage and strength.
Everything seemed so peaceful, quiet, and warm, as if with him there, she no longer needed to be afraid of anything.
"Uncle Nine Emperors."
Suddenly, Feng Jiuer took a long step and rushed towards Zhan Qingcheng.
Seeing the little girl rushing towards him, Zhan Qingcheng took the initiative to open his arms.
Feng Jiuer bumped into him hard, hugged his thin waist, and put her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry! I don't know why. I just want to give you a good hug and it will be fine after a while."
After throwing out a word, Feng Jiuer increased the strength in her hands.
Perhaps their previous relationship was not what she imagined.
But now, she doesn't want to pay attention to anything, she just wants to give him a good hug.
Just give me a hug, a simple hug, just hold me for a while.
Zhan Qingcheng gently hugged the girl in his arms, with a happy smile on his lips.
Of course what he can give is more than just a hug.
In such a familiar environment, the girl holding the man felt much better.
But the scent lingering on the tip of her nose became more and more familiar, and her mind became increasingly confused.
Were they really not that kind of relationship before? But why did she feel more distressed the closer they got?
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jiuer let go of Zhan Qingcheng and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his long finger, put it on the little girl's chin, and gently lifted her head.
"After hugging, are you going to cross the river and fold the bridge?"
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to meet Zhan Qingcheng's gaze and raised her eyebrows.
"You are my servant, do you have any objections even if I hug you?"
"You can hug me, but not others!" Zhan Qingcheng frowned, his eyes full of warning.
Feng Jiuer, who has not lost her memory, cannot possibly not know how stingy the God of War Prince of Beimu Country is. Unfortunately, she has really lost her memory.
He was just one of the ten servants. How could he accept this happening to such an arrogant man?
"Remember, you can only be my king's man!" Zhan Qingcheng reminded him again when Feng Jiuer didn't speak.
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at him, turned around, and turned her back to him.
"This is just what you meant, but have you ever asked me for my opinion?"
No matter what the relationship between the two was in the past, Feng Jiuer knew very well that she did not hate him.
No matter how cold, domineering or self-righteous he was, she still couldn't dislike him at all.
Not only don't I hate it, I actually like it.
She couldn't remember, and she didn't want to think about it in detail. Her head hurt from thinking too much.
Before Feng Jiuer could continue to complain, the man behind her grabbed her little hand and pulled it gently.
Caught off guard, Feng Jiuer returned to the embrace she had just left.
"Girl." Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly, wanting to say that this was something she had promised.
Turning his eyes, he changed his mind.
"I have the final say on everything! Do you dare not to give it a try?"
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze, her crescent eyebrows furrowed and her pink lips murmured, not convinced.
When she was about to say something, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be an extra breath around her.
No, there are two kinds, but there is an aura that is familiar to her. It was directly ignored just now, and now there is an unfamiliar aura.
Feng Jiuer glanced deep into the flower garden, then her eyes returned to Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." She blinked and called softly.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his big palm and rubbed the little head in front of him.
"Go back first."
His voice, like his palms, had a little warmth, which made her feel at ease.
But she was still worried about letting him stay, who was seriously injured.
"Nine...uncle."
Feng Jiuer wanted to say something, but when she saw the determined look in the man's eyes, she could only nod.
"Okay, I get it." You have to be careful!
Feng Jiuer didn't say the last sentence.
Maybe it's because she's still not sure about the relationship between the two of them, and she doesn't know if they're suitable after talking too much.
Zhan Qingcheng let go of the person in his arms and glanced behind the little girl.
"Send her back."
Jian Yi came out from nowhere and looked at the two people in front of him and raised his eyebrows.
"Let's go."
Feng Jiuer glanced at Zhan Qingcheng again before turning back.
That burst of breath suddenly moved away. When Feng Jiuer looked back, she could no longer see Zhan Qingcheng's figure.
With a slight sigh, Feng Jiuer turned around and continued to follow Jian Yi's footsteps.
"Who is coming? Is he... in danger?"
"It seems that you care about him very much." Jian glanced sideways and said softly.
Feng Jiuer looked at the person next to her, her beautiful eyebrows slightly wrinkled: "Shouldn't I care about him?"
"Isn't this a question you should ask yourself?"
Jianyi said casually, and then his attention returned to the sea of flowers on both sides.
People who have never known how to appreciate flowers suddenly feel that small golden chrysanthemums can be so beautiful.
Whether he was infected by the joy in the little girl's eyes just now, or what, Jian Yi didn't know.
He simply thought the little golden chrysanthemum was beautiful, so he looked at it a few more times unconsciously.
In fact, he still doesn't understand whether it is the beauty of flowers or the beauty of people.
