"But who are those assassins? If you say they are not powerful, that means their martial arts skills are far inferior to yours, but you are poisonous..."
Feng Jiuer couldn't help but bite her finger. She still couldn't think through these questions.
"Is it possible that those assassins are related to the poison on your body?"
The man in his arms did not respond, his breathing was long and even, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
No, I was talking to her half a minute ago. Why did she fall asleep only half a minute later?
"Uncle Nine Emperors?" Feng Jiu'er called softly, but he still didn't respond at all.
She gave him a gentle push and finally pushed him away from her arms.
Looking down, Jiu'er's face turned red, even the roots of his ears were red.
She had no clothes on her body, but he had been sleeping in her arms just now, just like her son.
Such a big, handsome and charming son, so shameful...
Finally letting him sleep back on the jade pillow, Feng Jiuer immediately hurriedly got dressed, fully dressed.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked sideways at the man who was sleeping deeply.
He is really handsome. I have never seen such a handsome and good-looking man. Whether it is the lines of his face, his eyebrows, or his facial features, in short, there is no imperfection.
Feng Jiuer never believed in the word perfection, but she believed it in Uncle Jiuhuang.
He gently got off the bed and covered him with the quilt for Uncle Nine Emperors.
Uncle Jiuhuang was sleeping peacefully, and he actually felt satisfied when he looked at him, really like a child.
Feng Jiuer's motherly love almost overflowed, but fortunately, when she almost couldn't help but pounce on her, she forced herself to endure it.
No wonder Queen Rong has been harboring evil intentions towards Uncle Nine Emperors for so many years. How can any woman with such Uncle Nine Emperors be able to withstand his charm?
I don’t know what kind of unique girl will be chosen in the future to be worthy of her most perfect and stunning Nine Emperors Uncle.
After walking out of the room, Yu Jingfeng stood guard in the yard. When he saw her, he immediately came over to greet her.
"Miss Jiu'er, how is the prince doing?"
"My pulse has calmed down a bit and I have fallen asleep, but I look very tired."
Yu Jingfeng gritted his teeth and clenched his big palms: "It's all those damn poisons!"
"Master Yu," Feng Jiuer looked around.
Yu Jingfeng immediately said: "There is no one around here. Miss Jiuer can speak directly if she has anything to say."
"Have you caught the assassins tonight? Including the two we met in the back mountain."
"This..." Yu Jingfeng seemed a little embarrassed. After all, this was something that could only be said to the prince, and she was just a little girl.
"Uncle Nine Emperors said that tonight's assassin is not very powerful, but why was he forced to become poisonous?"
Yu Jingfeng was slightly stunned, thinking that the prince was willing to tell Miss Jiuer even these things, so he didn't intend to hide it.
He said solemnly: "The assassins' martial arts may not be powerful, but they are good at the poison of the Southern Barbarians. The prince's poisonous attack tonight was caused by the poisonous scorpions of the assassins."
"Have they sneaked into Longwuyuan?" Feng Jiuer tightened her palms, "Or are there spies of theirs in Longwuyuan?"
"Shh." Yu Jingfeng made a silence gesture and whispered: "In fact, this Imperial College has always had spies from enemy countries, and there are more than one country."
"We have been ruling out and investigating, Miss Jiuer, don't worry, and don't alert others."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and looked at him: "Do new students become spies every year?"
