"If I hadn't lost my memory, would I need to ask you?" Feng Jiuer slowed down.
I don’t know where Uncle Nine Emperors went? Can he come back safely?
Feng Jiu finally stopped completely and looked back at Jian Yi.
"Why does the aura of the person who came just now feel familiar to me? It seems like I have met him before?"
"When exactly was it? Jianyi, are you really..." Suddenly, her frown relaxed a little, "Yes, just last night."
"He also came last night. There were two people on my roof last night, Jian Yi. Do you recognize the person who came?"
Jianyi picked a small bunch of golden chrysanthemums, took a step forward, and put the flowers on Feng Jiuer's head.
He admired it carefully, nodded, and said: "Yes, flowers match beautiful women!"
"Jian Yi, I'm asking you something." Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Jian Yi again.
"I don't know whether the Ninth Prince knows the person who came, but I guess I don't." Jian Yi responded softly.
"She has great martial arts skills. She must be above me. She is a woman."
Feng Jiu'er didn't find it strange what the woman said, but even Jian Yi was no match for her, which made Feng Jiu'er even more worried.
After meditating for a while, she gently pushed the sword.
"You go and guard him, I can go back by myself."
"Let's go." Jian Yi frowned and continued to move forward, "I told you that I am not her opponent. If you let me go, it will just be a waste of money."
"Jian Yi." Feng Jiu'er turned around and looked at the person leaving, "Then you can't just ignore death?"
"Don't worry, he didn't die so easily." Jian Yi really left, at least he didn't stay anymore.
Feng Jiuer felt a little uneasy, so she could only follow him.
Maybe she should trust Uncle Nine Emperors, but he was so seriously injured, how could she not be worried?
…
Not long after walking into the woods deep in the backyard of the Princess Palace, Zhan Qingcheng stopped.
Suddenly, a gust of wind hit him, and a woman wearing plain nun's clothes appeared in front of him.
Her entire face was almost destroyed, but she could still be calm and composed when facing the stunningly beautiful man in front of her, without covering up anything.
"Master." Zhan Qingcheng looked at the woman in front of him and called softly.
Master Jingxin looked at his pale face and shook her head, with distressed eyes and unable to hide her disappointment.
With just a frown, she came to Zhan Qingcheng and took his hand.
When his long fingers probed the veins on Zhan Qingcheng's wrist, Master Jingxin's eyes became a little darker, and the cold air emanating from her body became even stronger.
She said nothing and waved her hand vigorously.
Countless leaves suddenly rose up in the forest. When the leaves fell, the two people in the forest were already sitting cross-legged on a dead branch.
Master Jingxin’s palms were pressed against Zhan Qingcheng’s generous back, and a stream of true energy was transported from her palms into his body.
It was so quiet all around that you could even hear the sound of leaves sliding through the air.
For more than an hour, the two people in the forest still maintained their original posture, sitting cross-legged on the grass.
Zhan Qingcheng's complexion seemed to have improved a lot, but Master Jingxin's complexion, even though there was a layer of scars on her face, could easily be seen as pale.
Master Jingxin's closed eyes moved slightly, and she slowly retracted her palms.
She opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her who was a head taller than her, and sighed lightly.
"Is it really worth it to do this for a woman?"
Her deep voice still lingered in the forest, and people didn't know when to stand up and stand in the strong wind.
Zhan Qingcheng, who was standing not far in front of her, did not respond.
Whether it was worth it or not, he already had the answer in his mind.
"Don't tell me that she is a Phoenix girl. If my disciple wants to conquer the world, he still needs to rely on a woman?" Master Jingxin said coldly.
However, no matter how angry and disappointed she was, the man in front of her remained silent and didn't even change his expression at all.
Finally, Master Jingxin clenched her fists, her breath became confused, and her eyes couldn't help but wrinkle.
"Master." Zhan Qingcheng stepped forward, with at least a slight change in his expression.
He cares about her.
Master Jingxin stretched out her palm to stop Zhan Qingcheng from approaching.
"If you really care about me, go back and go back to where you belong."
Zhan Qingcheng stopped and looked at the person in front of him.
The withered yellow leaves fell on his handsome face, leaving no trace.
"Master, I'm sorry! She is here, and I am here."
Master Jingxin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
Didn't she already know that he would not leave her? It was indeed not easy to wait for him to say a word.
"If you want to stay, no one can force you to do so. Don't waste my inner strength so you can take care of yourself!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked away, leaving only a disappointed figure behind him.
When Master Jingxin disappeared into the woods, Zhan Qingcheng's tall figure also disappeared.
The woman standing on the tree looked at the direction the man was leaving, frowned, and covered her heart.
…
Feng Jiuer returned to the princess palace and waited for a full hour. Instead of waiting for Zhan Qingcheng, she received the news that the second prince Feng Yan had committed suicide by taking poison.
"What did you say? My second emperor brother committed suicide by taking poison?"
Looking at the palace maid who came in to report, Feng Jiuer's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Yes, princess." The palace maid nodded.
"What's the situation now?" Feng Jiuer put down the cup in her hand and stood up.
"Reporting to the princess, I heard that... it's quite serious. Your Majesty has summoned all the royal doctors. I'm afraid..."
Before the palace maid finished speaking, where was Feng Jiuer's figure in the main hall?
The second emperor brother committed suicide by taking poison. How is this possible?
Feng Yan was poisoned and is still in his palace. There are many imperial doctors standing inside and outside the palace.
When he was informed of the news, Feng Qiongcang was enjoying tea with Concubine Ya in the Yaxiang Palace.
When Feng Jiuer arrived, the last group of imperial doctors who went in also came out.
"His Majesty."
Everyone knelt in front of Feng Qiongcang. Only the person kneeling at the top looked up.
"The Second Prince...has no power to save himself."
How could Feng Jiuer imagine that as soon as she entered the palace, she would hear such unwanted news?
She quickly walked in, pushed aside her father-in-law who was guarding outside the bedroom, and disappeared in front of everyone.
Looking at the man lying on the bed with a pale and dark face, Feng Jiuer strode forward and pushed Gu Mingcheng away.
Gu Mingcheng knelt down in a hurry.
"Princess, please save the second prince. He will not die. Why should you give up? The second prince is still alive, why should you give up?"
Feng Jiuer stretched out her long fingers and kept exploring the acupuncture points on Feng Yan's body, one, two...
"Jiu'er." Feng Qiongcang, who followed in, stood not far away.
"Father, let me try, let me try again." Feng Jiuer didn't feel any breath at all, and her movements became more and more rapid.
Even the breathing of the entire room seemed to stop.
Finally, Feng Qiongcang went over and grabbed Feng Jiuer's slightly shaking shoulders.
"Jiu'er, your second emperor brother is no longer here."
