Looking at the girl beneath him, Zhan Qingcheng's face turned into a smile that captivated all sentient beings.
"You have the final say." His doting voice lingered in the tent.
Feng Jiuer tried not to lose her soul and grabbed the man's clothes.
"I want to...sleep, Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm not kidding, I really..."
Before Feng Jiuer finished her last words, Zhan Qingcheng turned over casually and lay down carefully holding the person in his arms.
"Okay, let's go to bed."
Feng Jiuer blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of her gaffe just now, her almost inaudible voice sounded: "Um...did I shout a little too loud just now?"
"Yeah." A certain man responded casually, not knowing whether he was seriously considering the little girl's question.
"Then what should we do?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Zhan Qingcheng's chin, pursed her lips.
"What do you want?" Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes at her and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Receiving a somewhat dangerous aura in the man's eyes, Feng Jiuer immediately looked away.
"Sleep." After just one word, she fell silent.
Well, anyway, it's not the first time she and Uncle Nine Emperors have been alone together. In fact, without her shouting, the brothers would have some thoughts, right?
It's just that having such leisure time while on the run is really not what ordinary people do.
The stone in her heart was finally relieved, and Feng Jiuer soon became sleepy.
It is undeniable that in his arms, she will always feel absolutely at ease, and she will always feel sleepy easily.
After a while, Feng Jiuer's breath, which was extremely messy just now, slowly calmed down. Zhan Qingcheng gently rubbed her back and closed her eyes.
In the tent next to him, Qiao Mu, who had changed his clothes, lay down and fell into a deep sleep.
After struggling for most of the day, being frightened, injured, poisoned, and treated, she was tired as never before.
It’s hard to find free time, so of course taking a good rest is the right way to go.
It was already two hours before Long Yi went to change guard with Feng Jiang.
In the camp, only a few people were still outside, while the others were sleeping peacefully in tents.
Fengjiang looked around and came to sit next to Jian Yi.
"There is still porridge in the pot." Jian Yi said calmly.
If it weren't for Feng Jiuer's instructions, Jian Yi would rarely take the initiative and be enthusiastic.
Fengjiang was not polite, picked up a bowl and went over to open the lid of the pot.
"By the way, Jiu'er said, leave some for Qiao Mu." After saying that, Jianyi stood up.
"Didn't Qiao Mu eat it?" Feng Jiang glanced at Jian Yi.
"No, she seems to have been recuperating." As soon as he finished speaking, Jianyi turned around and disappeared in front of Feng Jiang.
Looking up at the man sitting high up and leaning on the tree trunk with his eyes closed and concentrating, Fengjiang curled his lips slightly.
There were many capable people around Jiu'er, so he felt relieved.
The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of insects was almost inaudible, only a few snores could be heard.
The falling leaves slowly fall, which means that winter is not far away, and we don’t know when we will see each other next time.
Fengjiang leaned on the tree trunk and just closed his eyes for a while when he heard a slight female voice.
"Mute slave, how are you doing now? Have they bullied you? Mute slave..."
I occupied a tent tree alone, and the resting place was large enough.
Sometimes she waved her hand to the left, sometimes she rolled to the right, and her sleep was a bit restless.
"Mute slave, where are you now? Why don't you leave with us?"
"Why are you so stupid? Why did you betray Jiu'er? Aren't we all one family?"
"When will you come back? Well... we are waiting for you at the hospital, dumb slave, come back soon..."
When it comes to feeling distressed, Qiao Mu's voice is a bit hoarse and sounds sad.
Her voice was not loud, but Fengjiang happened to be leaning on the big tree next to her tent, so she could still hear her a little bit.
The man who was concentrating with his eyes closed slightly curled his lips.
It was unexpected for him to think that such a strong woman could have such a tender side.
"Come back quickly! We are all waiting for you, dumb slave, don't abandon us, we... are a family..."
"Why don't you come back? Jiu'er, she will also... be reluctant to let go. Don't you feel sorry for Jiu'er?"
Qiao Mu was still gibbering, but no one knew what she was dreaming about except her.
After chattering for a while, the people in the tent finally became quiet.
Unexpectedly, after a while, Qiao Mu's voice sounded again.
"Get away! Damn it, don't... don't bite my face, dad, dad, save me..."
"No! Get out of the way, don't come here! Ah... don't! My face... hurts! Don't... get away!"
"Dad, help! There are so many rats! So many! Don't come here...Dad, save me, save Mu'er..."
"Uuuu... Daddy, you can't die. Mu'er has lost her mother, so she can't lose her dad... Daddy, wake up quickly..."
"Woooo..."
"Help! Daddy, there are so many rats, they want to eat my face, help! Daddy...ah!"
Qiao Mu whispered and sat down.
Fengjiang opened the curtain and appeared in front of her.
"Are you okay?" The tent was a little short, and Fengjiang could only bend down to get closer.
At this moment, Qiao Mu's eyes were dull and his body was stiff, as if he had not yet come out of the nightmare.
Fengjiang came to her and squatted down, patting her shoulder gently.
Only then did Qiao Mu react and raised his eyes to look at him.
"Why are you here?" Qiao Mu's hoarse and deep voice sounded.
Fengjiang coughed lightly and sat down beside her.
"I was resting outside and you woke me up."
"Why..." When he turned his head, he looked at Qiao Mu and took out a square towel from his arms, "Have you had a nightmare? Wipe your sweat."
When he took the scarf, Qiao Mu realized that he was sweating profusely.
"I'm fine." Qiao Mu took the square towel and wiped it on his face casually a few times, "I'll give you a new one when I go back."
Fengjiang shook his head and put his hands on his bent legs.
"When did your father die?"
Qiao Mu frowned, knowing that he had just been rude.
"This matter has nothing to do with you." She responded coldly, not intending to pay any more attention to it.
Qiao Mu rarely talked about his personal affairs with others, and even Jiu'er didn't know much about them.
She hasn't dreamed about her father for a long time, probably because of the poisonous rat.
"At least, you still remember what your father looks like." Feng Jiang raised his thick eyebrows and said softly.
Qiao Mu turned his head and looked at the person next to him, his eyes still slightly stained with sweat and wrinkled slightly.
"What do you mean by this?"
Isn't he the prince of the Feng Clan? Your Majesty the Feng Clan is here, but why does he look like he lost his father when he was young?
Seeing the man pretending not to care, but unable to hide his sad face, Qiao Mu's doubts became more intense.
"Could it be that you are not His Majesty's biological son?"
