"Your Majesty, I think Miss Jiuer's suggestion is good. The situation in Phoenix City is in danger, and we must rush back now."
Long Yi looked at Zhan Qingcheng opposite, his expression a bit solemn.
"What's more, according to Master Yu's wishes, when he wrote the letter, the troops rushing to Mocheng had just set off."
"Looking at the time, it will take some time for the soldiers to arrive in Desert City. If there is a battle in Phoenix City..."
"Do you really think Lao Ba is so easy to deal with?" Zhan Qingcheng looked at Long Yi and his voice was very low.
This time the person who attacked Phoenix City was the Eighth Prince, and no one could have expected the specific situation.
Once the war starts, there are too many things to worry about and no time to be distracted. Everyone knows this.
Knowing that his words were not convincing, Long Yi lowered his head and did not dare to say anything more.
Feng Jiuer is anxious. She can wait, and Mocheng and Mingcheng may also be able to wait, but the people of Phoenix City can't wait any longer. Doesn't the Nine Emperors Uncle know better than anyone else?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let me try. I will definitely live up to your expectations." She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her for a moment.
Zhan Qingcheng stared at the map without even looking at Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer got into his arms, grabbed his arms, and stared at his resolute chin.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you also know that one day, sooner or later, I will attack the Phoenix Clan."
"Your intolerance at this time will only hurt me, you know? I will always have to face war, and I have the ability. Don't you think so too?"
The others didn't speak, their expressions varied, and they didn't know what they were weighing in their hearts.
Jian Yi doesn't care, as long as he can always stay by Feng Jiu'er's side.
The same goes for Qiao Mu. Of course, she has more passionate expectations for the war than Jian Yi.
Aunt Xue knew Long Feiyan's character very well, and Feng Jiu'er was her woman. Even though Aunt Xue was still worried, she still wanted to see Feng Jiu'er grow up with her own eyes.
Feng Li remained silent, as if what happened here had nothing to do with him, but in fact, no one could understand the pain in his heart.
"Your Majesty." Long Shiyi took a deep breath before whispering, "I think Long Yi is right."
"Miss Jiuer's method is the best arrangement for the time being."
"If you are still worried, except for Long Yi, I and the other brothers of the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders..."
"I disagree!" Feng Jiuer turned to look at Long Shiyi and interrupted him, "Do you think the Eighth Prince is easy to deal with?"
"Phoenix City is the center of all the cities of Uncle Nine Emperors. If Phoenix City is lost, the situation in other cities will not be optimistic."
"You have a very heavy task! Do you understand?"
Feng Jiu'er snorted coldly and looked back at Zhan Qingcheng again.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, issue the order. The people of Phoenix City are waiting for you to return."
Zhan Qingcheng frowned, holding the girl's waist with one hand to keep her close to him.
Lifting her eyes to meet the man's deep eyes, Feng Jiuer tried her best to steady her breath and make herself look more determined.
She looked at Zhan Qingcheng for a moment, feeling his angry breath. In the end, she couldn't even remember what he said.
But, at least, Uncle Nine Emperors agreed.
Parting is always the most painful, especially when you have to leave the person you are most worried about.
If possible, Feng Jiuer would not want to be separated from Feng, but she would face this battle wholeheartedly and would definitely take care of him flawlessly.
Therefore, I can only entrust my father to Uncle Nine Emperors.
When the first ray of sunshine shines in the morning, everyone sits on horseback and moves forward quickly.
Feng Jiuer was going to Crowwood City, a city that was once favored by Nanmen Rong and was no longer under the jurisdiction of Emperor Qiwen.
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"Two gentlemen, what would you like to eat?" Looking at a young couple entering the door, the waiter enthusiastically led them into the store.
A man and a woman sat down on a low table with happy expressions on their faces.
The table was not high, which made the tall man look a little embarrassed, but the smile on his face did not diminish, as if he didn't care about the situation at all.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?" The waiter looked at the tall man and asked softly.
The very handsome man casually took off the baggage hanging on his shoulders and handed it to the waiter.
"We're going to stay in a hotel tonight and arrange the best room."
"Okay." The waiter immediately took the baggage and carefully carried it on his shoulder.
When he wanted to ask questions, the handsome man was looking at the carefree woman beside him with a loving expression.
"Madam, what would you like to eat?" the man's gentle voice sounded.
"I want to eat meat, mutton stew, it's cold." The woman mumbled her lips and rubbed her little hands.
After looking around, the woman's eyes returned to the man and complained: "Mr. sir, didn't you say the weather would be warmer in the south?"
"But I still feel cold, what should I do?"
"Don't be afraid!" The man leaned closer, grabbed the woman's hands and put them in his palm, "The ones here are better than those in the north."
"Knowing that you, madam, can't bear the cold, we chose to go south. It's not cold and we'll feel better after eating."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and met the only pair of eyes that were familiar to her, and almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The great swordsman, after being sharpened by her for a few days, actually turned into a man who loved his wife very much.
With Jian Yi holding her eyes, Feng Jiu'er didn't feel any discomfort at all. She had long felt that a certain man would not have any thoughts even if he was lying on the same bed.
"Yes." The little lady nodded coquettishly, "Mr., I want to eat meat."
"Okay." Jianyi patted the back of her hand gently, and his eyes fell on the waiter.
"Here are two pounds of mutton stew, two pounds of white wine, green vegetables, rice, and a cup of bird's nest after dinner. Hurry!"
"Yes." The waiter nodded immediately, "Sir, the little man will help you put your bags away first, and then we will arrange a guest room for you after dinner."
"Yeah." Jianyi nodded and his eyes returned to Feng Jiuer.
He didn't forget that Jiu'er said that a good husband would never take his eyes away from his wife.
Facing the look of a certain man who needed praise, Feng Jiuer gave him a look of affirmation and then withdrew her hands from his palms.
"Ms. sir, I'm so hungry."
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon." Jianyi stretched out his big palm and gently pushed Feng Jiuer's long hair behind her ears.
Whether it's his eyes or his actions, Jian Yi, a good husband, does everything very well.
After giving Jian Yi a complimenting smile, Feng Jiu'er, who was also wearing a human skin mask, raised her eyes and looked at the two men who came in at the door.
"You two gentlemen, please come in!" Another waiter saw someone coming in and immediately greeted him.
I saw a tall and burly man walking in with a relatively short man.
Even if the other man is not as tall as the friend next to him, the extraordinary aura exuding from "him" cannot be ignored.
