Looking at the man she had longed for, her eyes fell on another woman, and her whole body froze. Feng Qingyin, who was hiding somewhere, stamped her feet in hatred.
"Miss, I didn't expect Feng Jiu'er to dare to come." Linglong, who was standing beside Feng Qingyin, whispered.
Feng Qingyin took a deep breath and glanced at the figure standing on the tent not far away.
"I want her to come with a life and leave without a life!"
With a cold snort, Feng Qingyin turned around and walked to the other side.
When they met again, Zhan Yuheng looked at Feng Jiuer, and for a while, he really lost his soul.
He had known that her Jiu'er was back, but why was she unwilling to give him another chance?
"Your Highness, I have something to discuss with you." Feng Jiu'er lowered her eyes and looked at the tall figure standing in the crowd and said.
"Come down." Zhan Yuheng frowned, turned around, and walked towards the tent.
Feng Jiuer glanced at Jianyi, tapped her toes on the bamboo pole, and landed steadily in front of the tent.
Zhan Yuheng only took two steps forward and then turned around.
The moment he turned around, Feng Jiu'er landed not far from him like a nimble bird.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Fearing that the visitor would hurt the Crown Prince, the guards immediately rushed over.
"No problem." Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and turned around again.
Feng Jiuer didn't ask any questions and followed up.
In a blink of an eye, only Feng Jiuer and Zhan Yuheng were left in a super luxurious tent.
Zhan Yuheng sat at the desk and looked at the woman standing not far away.
"You are too brave to show up in this way."
Feng Jiuer glanced around, sat down at the small low table nearby, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the pastries on the table, and stuffed them into her mouth.
"His Royal Highness is His Royal Highness. Even the war food is so good, and I haven't eaten such delicious cakes for a long time."
Not only eating cakes, Feng Jiuer also picked up the teacup and teapot on the side and poured herself a fragrant tea.
She picked up the teacup, put the tea to the tip of her nose and took a sip, with a satisfied look on her face.
Zhan Yuheng was sitting at the desk, holding a military book in his hand, but his eyes never moved away from Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer was not polite and drank tea and ate cakes until her stomach was somewhat full before she was willing to put down her chopsticks.
After drinking another half cup of tea, she raised her eyes to meet Zhan Yuheng's gaze.
"Sorry!" Feng Jiuer scratched his head, put down the cup, stood up, and looked a little more serious.
"The key is that during these three days and nights, I almost didn't eat anything. When I saw something delicious, I couldn't hold it back."
It's not that Zhan Yuheng didn't notice that this girl had lost a lot of weight, but he didn't know in what capacity he could care about a general in a battle.
Looking at Feng Jiu'er for a moment, Zhan Yuheng suddenly put down his military strategy, stood up, and walked towards her.
Feng Jiuer looked at him and blinked, a little embarrassed.
Doesn’t he already have Feng Qingyin? He still misses her, right?
The girl thought she was thinking too much, but she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye the man was already in front of her.
Zhan Yuheng stretched out his palm and wanted to touch Feng Jiuer's face.
Feng Jiuer stepped back suddenly, coughed slightly, and then raised her eyes to meet Zhan Yuheng's gaze.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
"Call me Brother Heng." Zhan Yuheng's voice suddenly became much deeper.
Feng Jiuer frowned and left in front of Zhan Yuheng, staying away for a long distance.
"Your Highness, I have taken the liberty to come here this time. In fact, I want to talk to you about peace negotiations."
Feng Jiuer's voice sounded behind Zhan Yuheng.
Zhan Yuheng didn't look back, and Feng Jiuer couldn't see clearly what was going on with him now.
She only knew that at this moment, she had to be far enough away from him.
Zhan Yuheng didn't look back, didn't speak, and stood motionless in the same posture as before.
The tent was quiet for a while before Zhan Yuheng's voice sounded again: "As long as you are willing, I will not let you suffer anymore."
"Also, I don't have to worry about the matter between you and Uncle Nine Emperors."
Turning around to look at Feng Jiu'er, Zhan Yuheng sighed lightly, his expression instantly becoming gentle.
"Jiu'er, would you like to go back with me? I will give you the life you can imagine."
This kind of Zhan Yuheng was really not what Feng Jiuer had expected.
But, no matter it was before or now, she knew very well that there would never be any possibility between her and him before.
"Your Highness, I came here today to discuss peace." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and asked softly.
"You should know very well that if this war continues, it will not be good for anyone, right?"
"Jiu'er, you really don't need to think about it..."
"No need!" Feng Jiuer interrupted Zhan Yuheng cruelly.
Since it is impossible, any sloppiness will only be more cruel to him.
"If His Highness the Crown Prince has no intention of negotiating peace, just pretend I never showed up this time."
Pursing her lips lightly, Feng Jiuer raised her hand to Zhan Yuheng.
"Jiu'er would like to thank His Highness the Crown Prince for the pastries and tea, and say goodbye!"
She can fight tooth and nail for her brothers, but she can't betray her appearance, right?
If Uncle Nine Emperors finds out, it would be weird if he doesn't skin her!
"What do you want to say, say it clearly before you leave!" Looking at the person who turned around, Zhan Yuheng frowned slightly, turned around, and walked towards the desk.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and turned around slowly.
When she turned back, Zhan Yuheng had already sat back at the desk, holding the military book in his hand.
After coughing lightly, Feng Jiuer said seriously: "Your Highness, I hope we can negotiate a peace in this battle."
"Come here." Zhan Yuheng's deep voice sounded.
Feng Jiuer looked at the speaker and blinked.
At this distance, he really can't hear?
"Don't make me say it a second time." Zhan Yuheng didn't raise his eyes from beginning to end, and seemed to be reading seriously.
Feng Jiuer had no choice but to move closer.
About five steps away from the desk, Feng Jiuer stopped.
She wasn't sure if she was his opponent, and she couldn't figure out his thoughts, so it was better not to get too close.
Feeling the girl's defensiveness, Zhan Yuheng's breath was heavy.
Feng Jiuer ignored it and stretched out his hands, cupping them.
"Your Highness, I hope we can negotiate a peace in this battle."
"Reason." Not only did Zhan Yuheng not raise his eyes, he even turned to the next page of the military book.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced, retracted her hands, straightened her back, and looked at Zhan Yuheng.
"The Ninth Prince has no intention of rebellion, and His Highness the Crown Prince also knows that, right?"
"This is all a misunderstanding. Why didn't the Emperor give the Ninth Prince a chance to explain before sending troops to attack?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been kind and treated the people as his own sons, but now the battle has begun and the soldiers are dead and wounded."
"Now even the people in the city are in dire straits. Hasn't His Highness the Crown Prince ever thought of negotiating a peace to stop this battle?"
