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Chapter 1143 Can't Pretend Anymore

"Yes." Qingyun nodded, "His Royal Highness, I will invite Miss Qingyin to come here."

After cupping his hands, Qingyun took a few steps back, turned around and left.

After half a stick of incense, he hurried in.

"Your Highness, Miss Qingyin is missing."

Zhan Yuheng, who was leaning on the chair, straightened his back and looked at the person not far away.

"Why missing?"

"I searched many places but couldn't find Miss Qingyin. Maybe she was hiding because of fear." Qingyun responded softly.

"Now that the brothers are searching, the imperial doctor said that a detailed diagnosis will be made for His Royal Highness. They are waiting outside the tent."

"Your Highness, please let the imperial doctor diagnose the matter first. My subordinates will go immediately to help search for Miss Qingyin."

"The camp is very big. Even if she wants to leave, it won't be a matter of time. Your Highness, please rest assured."

Zhan Yuheng leaned on the chair and waved his hand: "Go and let them in."

Qingyun nodded and left, and several imperial doctors walked into the tent one after another.



After finally driving the enemy out of the key roads related to Crowwood City and Mocheng, Feng Jiuer and his brothers breathed a sigh of relief.

The place where Feng Jiuer's army was stationed was just enough to keep Zhan Yuheng's army out.

In other words, if Zhan Yuheng's army wants to go south, whether it is going to Mocheng or Crowwood City, they must pass through their camp.

The camp had just been set up, and Feng Jiuer, Xiao Yingtao, and Qiao Mu were inspecting the surroundings.

Suddenly, a man drove a horse towards them.

"Little Cherry, look what I brought you?" Xing Zizhou's voice came over before anyone arrived.

Hearing his voice, she turned around like a little cherry from another life, almost lost her grip and fell to the ground.

Xing Zizhou, who was driving his horse quickly towards this side, jumped on his horse and jumped up.

Just when Little Cherry grabbed the reins and sat upright, Xing Zizhou fell behind her and held her tightly in his arms.

"Miss me?"

Xing Zizhou held the woman in his arms and buried his head in the crook of her neck.

Feeling her breath again, he closed his eyes with a look of enjoyment.

Little Cherry was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing and turned around to push him away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hands moved, they were restrained.

"Don't move! Let me give you a good hug."

Xing Zizhou lowered his eyes and looked at Little Cherry, his voice could not be softer.

Little Cherry closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes and pressed back hard with her elbows.

"Don't be like this, everyone is watching."

"I didn't see it." Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and turned around on her horse, "Qiao Mu, let's go to the other side and have a look."

"Okay." Qiao Mu nodded and turned around, "Jiu'er didn't see it, and I didn't see it either."

"Ahem... none of the brothers saw it. There is something wrong with my eyes today."

Leaving behind a word, Qiao Mu followed Feng Jiuer and left.

Not far away, there were many brothers muttering the same words as Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.

In a blink of an eye, everyone who could avoid it had left. Those who couldn't leave could only divert their attention and pretend that there was something wrong with their eyes.

Seeing everyone like this, Little Cherry pursed her lips, feeling both funny and embarrassed.

She struggled again and said in a deep voice: "Let go! I really..."

When Little Cherry turned her head to warn, Xing Zizhou suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Under the sun, a tall, handsome man sits on a horse, holding a petite and exquisite girl in his arms.

When Xing Zizhou kissed Little Cherry, the brothers around him tried to pretend they had eye problems, but they couldn't pretend anymore.

Everyone's sighs made Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu, who were not far away, look back unconsciously.

"Little Cherry is so happy, isn't she?" Qiao Mu couldn't help sighing.

"Xing Zizhou is not bad either." Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly.

After looking back for a while, the two men turned around on their horses and continued forward.

"Jiu'er, do you miss the Ninth Prince?" Looking sideways at the person beside him, Qiao Mu curled his lips slightly.

Feng Jiuer turned her head and glanced at Qiao Mu with raised eyebrows.

"What about you? Do you want a mute slave, or my Third Emperor Brother?"

"None of them." Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at Feng Jiuer, then looked back at the front.

Unfortunately, it is not something she can control.

She really missed him.

"If Zhao Yusheng had introduced me to the communication bird earlier, I might have been able to communicate with Uncle Nine Emperors." Looking into the distance, Feng Jiuer sighed lightly.

"You don't even know that I want him to die, and I'm also worried about how long the battle in Phoenix City will last?"

"I don't know the specific situation on Mu Mu's side. I just hope that everyone will be well."

Is war really necessary? Feng Jiuer has thought about this question a lot during this time.

It's a pity that like now, it's not whether they want to fight or not, but whether someone else is coming.

It seems that in the near future, she will still have to fight back to the Dream Clan, because her father has endured the humiliation for so many years.

"No matter how powerful the Eighth Prince is, he is still not as good as the Ninth Prince. Don't worry." Qiao Mu stepped forward and gently patted Feng Jiuer's shoulder.

Feng Jiuer turned her head to meet her gaze and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Of course, but I will also feel sad."

"Moreover, I feel distressed when I feel distressed. I am not like someone who clearly misses her deeply but dare not say it or admit it."

Qiao Mu frowned and glanced sideways at Feng Jiuer: "Who doesn't dare to admit it?"

"Who else is there besides our Miss Qiao?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows.

Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at the person next to him and looked away into the distance.

"My situation is different from yours. The person I miss doesn't like me. What can I do if I miss him again?"

"I am not as happy as you, and the man in my heart misses you day and night. If I could also get his thoughts, why would I worry so much?"

Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly and said nothing more.

She is a Phoenix girl and will return to the Phoenix Clan sooner or later, so she doesn't dare to think too much about it.

However, it was true that every scene she spent with Uncle Nine Emperors made her feel happy.

Today's lunch was a bit special because a certain woman said she wanted to eat hot pot. After Zhao Yusheng understood the meaning of hot pot, he started to mess around.

Feng Jiuer didn't know that her random words would actually come true.

When she returned outside the big tent, she smelled the smell of hot pot.

"Is there really hot pot?" Feng Jiuer felt very restless and strode towards the tent.

Standing at the tent door, smelling the fragrant smell, she widened her eyes and was a little unable to react.

On a cold winter day, there's nothing better than eating a delicious hot pot.

After being stunned for a moment, Feng Jiuer stepped in.

I saw a fire set up in the middle of the tent and a big pot fixed on the ham.

In order to prevent the tent from burning down, a large hole was opened at the top of the tent.

The white smoke ran out through the big hole. There was not much smoke in the tent, but the aroma was strong.


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