When Feng Jiuer and Jian Yi followed their brothers, they saw a shed set up outside the middle tent.
The top of the shed is made of linen, which blocks the sun well. There is a large pillar in each of the four corners, which looks quite sturdy.
Under the pergola, Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingying sat next to each other, Qiao Mu and Tuoba Keyan sat in their own place, and there were two or three places left in the middle.
Calculating the time, it was probably already past one o'clock. Feng Jiuer didn't expect that these guys were really still waiting.
"Go and prepare some food and bring it over." Feng Jiuer raised her eyes to look at her brother and said softly.
"Okay." The brother nodded and turned to leave.
"Jiu'er." Seeing Feng Jiu'er coming over, Little Cherry stood up.
Turning her head and glaring at the man who was still holding her palm, she shook her hand vigorously.
"Let go! Otherwise I won't be polite."
"Okay." Xing Zizhou blinked and let go of her little hand, "Don't be angry! I will listen to you."
"What's wrong?" Feng Jiuer came to the vacant seat and sat down.
Jian Yi remained silent, sat down, took two empty cups, and poured two cups of tea.
"Jiu'er, Xing Zizhou bullied me!" Little Cherry went over and sat down next to Feng Jiu'er.
"If we fight now, he is no match for you, so why should you bully him?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and said.
"Who would attack a patient?" Xiaoying glanced at Xing Zizhou and shrugged.
Although there was no one between the two of them, there was still a distance between them, and Little Cherry felt much more at ease.
"Xing Zizhou, how do you feel now?" Feng Jiuer looked at Xing Zizhou and asked softly.
"Very good!" Xing Zizhou looked at Feng Jiu'er and nodded, and soon his eyes returned to Little Cherry.
Seeing him in such high spirits, Feng Jiuer no longer worried.
"Jiu'er, what's going on over there at the north gate?" Qiao Mu asked softly, taking a sip of tea.
"Fortunately, the letter of surrender was issued in time, and the casualties were not too serious." Feng Jiuer glanced at Qiao Mu and took the tea offered by Jian Yi.
"The Lord of Nanmen City would rather die than surrender, so he was killed by me. The person who sent the letter was his eldest son Nanmen Zhuo."
"For the time being, it seems that he is quite sincere, but no one should be careless."
"Yeah." Qiao Mu nodded.
"My people have lost track of the outsiders who sneaked into Crowwood City before. I think the matter in Crowwood City may have fallen into the ears of the prince."
"It's not ruled out that the prince will go directly to the Nanmen family. After all, the Nanmen family owes Nanmen Rong a favor." Feng Jiuer continued.
"If you must choose one, it is better to choose a prince than an unknown person."
"Who said we Jiu'er are nobody?" Little Cherry said solemnly.
"Compared to the prince, this is a fact." Qiao Mu sighed lightly.
Little Cherry pursed her lips, unable to refute for a moment.
Between the prince and Jiu'er, she would definitely choose Jiu'er, but since the others didn't know Jiu'er, of course they would choose the prince.
Jiu'er's worries are indeed not completely unreasonable.
The two brothers brought the lunch, placed it on the table, and then stepped aside.
"You guys go back and rest for a while. I will go over and give you instructions if you need anything." Feng Jiuer looked back at his brother and waved his hand.
After struggling for so long, everyone is tired. It's okay if there are brothers outside who take turns watching over her. She's not a wealthy lady. When will she have to be taken care of at all times?
"Okay, Miss Jiu'er."
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er."
After the two brothers responded, they turned and left.
"Jiu'er, what should we do now?" Little Cherry asked softly.
"Now..." Feng Jiuer glanced at everyone, "Eat first, I'm hungry."
Everyone here, even Tuoba Keyan, has been following Feng Jiuer for a while.
Eat, if it is such a simple and clear statement, no one will understand it.
Looking around, I saw everyone picking up their bowls and chopsticks. Little Cherry also nodded and brought a bowl of rice.
"Little Cherry, I can't move my hand." Xing Zizhou glanced at his arm that was tightly wrapped by the little girl, and looked at Little Cherry pitifully.
Meeting Xing Zizhou's gaze, Little Cherry frowned and looked back at Feng Jiu'er.
"What do you mean? You want me to serve him?" Feng Jiuer looked at Little Cherry and asked with raised eyebrows.
"What's more, even if I am willing, Xing Zizhou won't be happy either."
"By the way, what did he eat after he woke up? He won't always have an empty stomach, right?"
"Yes." Little Cherry blinked and nodded, "I have an empty stomach, what's the problem?"
"It's okay if the heat stops coming out, but if the heat comes back, the situation will be more critical." Feng Jiuer responded softly.
Sure enough, when she said this, the little girl immediately became nervous.
Feng Jiuer looked at Xing Zizhou with a "remember to treat me to a meal" look, and her voice sounded again: "At this time, it's best to feed him some porridge."
Glancing at the porridge on the table, Feng Jiuer's eyes returned to Little Cherry.
"Brother also knows how to prepare porridge, so just give him some porridge, lest someone wants to get your attention and makes himself sick on purpose."
"Normally it doesn't matter, but I just walked away from the hell gate. Go ahead and serve me. You won't lose a piece of meat."
Looking at Feng Jiuer, Xing Zizhou was really grateful.
Such a considerate master makes it worthwhile for him to stay with her wholeheartedly for the rest of his life.
Little Cherry was completely unaware of the eye contact between Xing Zizhou and Feng Jiuer.
After taking one look at the somewhat pale face, she reluctantly picked up a bowl of porridge and sat down next to him.
"Eat." The person who had just sat down was worried that he would get fever again, and the person in more critical condition immediately took a spoonful of porridge and handed it out.
Xing Zizhou opened his mouth with a happy face and gently took the porridge that Little Cherry brought to him.
"Jiu'er, do you think this is a blessing in disguise?" Xing Zizhou asked somewhat proudly after eating a few mouthfuls of porridge.
Little Cherry had just scooped up a mouthful of porridge, looked at Xing Zizhou, and frowned.
"Little Cherry, don't be angry! I was joking." Sensing the little girl's anger, Xing Zizhou immediately hid the pride on his face.
"Don't be angry! I am incoherent because I am too happy. You also know that I really like you."
How could Little Cherry imagine that this guy would actually say such things in front of so many people?
She bit her lip, and her face suddenly felt hot.
After coughing lightly and placing the porridge and spoon in front of Xing Zizhou, Little Cherry turned and returned to Feng Jiuer's side.
"You talk so much, eat it yourself!"
Looking at the little cherry's bright red face, Xing Zizhou nodded obediently.
"good."
He stepped forward, picked up the small spoon she had just taken, scooped up the porridge and put it in his mouth.
"Little Cherry, the porridge is very sweet, you should try it too."
Not getting a response, Xing Zizhou still looked at Little Cherry for a moment, except for the action of spooning porridge, there was nothing else.
