Alone? Didn't she bring two good sisters in just to avoid being alone?
Feng Jiuer frowned as she watched the departing figures, and let go of Little Cherry and Huo Baixue.
Before she could follow him and refuse, someone appeared in time.
"Brother Prince."
Hearing Feng Qingyin's voice, Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. With her here, she would definitely not allow His Highness the Crown Prince to dine alone with her.
"Brother Prince." After calling again, Feng Qingyin passed Feng Jiuer and quickly walked towards Zhan Yuheng.
In the courtyard of the main hall, there are two tables placed next to each other, filled with fruits and snacks.
Seeing that Zhan Yuheng was about to sit down at one of the tables, Feng Qingyin, with Linglong's support, sat down next to him.
"Brother Prince, you have prepared so much food for me. I was so sleepy that I almost missed dining with you."
Although she knew that this place was not for her, Feng Qingyin sat there generously and did not seem to feel any discomfort.
Zhan Yuheng glanced sideways and waved his hand.
Seeing this, Qingyun strode over.
"Your Highness, may I ask what your orders are?"
"Prepare an extra table. I want to dine alone with General Feng." Zhan Yuheng said in a deep voice.
Even though there is an extra Feng Qingyin here, he still did not forget to emphasize the word "alone".
"Um." Feng Jiuer came over anxiously, "Where does His Highness plan to arrange for my two sisters to have dinner?"
"This is your territory, Your Highness the Crown Prince. I'm a little worried. Can you let them come too?"
Zhan Yuheng looked at Feng Jiuer with a somewhat hurt look in his eyes.
"Jiu'er, are you worried about me?"
Feng Jiuer met his gaze, shook her head, and nodded again.
"It's better to be cautious! After all, my sister's injury is more uncomfortable than my injury. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Zhan Yuheng frowned and waved his hand again.
"Go and make arrangements. Make arrangements properly."
"Yes." Qingyun nodded and ordered.
Feng Jiuer didn't know what appropriateness meant. Her opinions were raised, but she couldn't push the envelope too much, so she had to wait quietly.
Soon, other tables and chairs were arranged.
The table was covered with blankets and placed with fruits and pastries. It looked the same as the two tables arranged at the beginning.
Suddenly, Zhan Yuheng stepped forward and took Feng Jiuer's hand.
Feng Jiuer didn't know what was going on. Before she could react, she was already being led to the two tables on the other side.
Qingyun came over, looked at Xiaoying and Huo Baixue who were slightly stunned, and waved his hand.
"Girls, please!"
"Oh." Little Cherry nodded and glanced sideways at Feng Qingyin who was sitting beside her.
How could she possibly imagine that His Highness the Crown Prince had such an arrangement?
There is one more table here and two on the opposite side. Doesn’t it mean that the other side’s table belongs to her and Bai Xue?
Feng Qingyin rolled her eyes at her, and Little Cherry didn't even dare to go there.
Seeing the palace maid making such decorations, Feng Jiuer originally thought that the three pictures on this side were of His Highness the Crown Prince sitting in the middle, and she and Feng Qingyin were sitting on one side.
But unexpectedly, His Highness the Prince's hand was suddenly taken by her, and he took her to the other side.
After shaking off Zhan Yuheng's hand, Feng Jiuer was already standing at a table.
"Jiu'er, please!" Zhan Yuheng waved his hand and personally bent down to move Feng Jiu'er's chair.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and raised her eyes to look at Xiaoying and Huo Baixue, who were about two feet away.
As her eyes swept across, Zhan Yuheng frowned slightly.
After receiving his gaze, Qingyun, who was standing beside Xiaoyingtao and Huo Baixue, waved his hand again.
"Girls, please!"
After glancing at Feng Jiu'er, Little Cherry raised her eyebrows and sat down generously next to Feng Qingyin.
Seeing Little Cherry sitting down, Huo Baixue didn't care and sat down at another table.
"Jiu'er, please!" Zhan Yuheng came to Feng Jiu'er's side.
When he stretched out his big palm to touch Feng Jiu'er, Feng Jiu'er pulled out a wooden chair and sat down.
Zhan Yuheng raised his lips slightly, stretched out his big palm to rub her head, and sat down next to her.
"Jiu'er, I wonder if you like the pastries here?"
Feng Qingyin was opposite, her face was extremely dark, but Zhan Yuheng didn't even look at her.
Feng Jiuer couldn't ignore that murderous gaze even if she wanted to.
She glanced at the opposite side, looked sideways at Zhan Yuheng, and frowned slightly.
"Brother Heng, what exactly do you want to do? Don't you think she hates me enough? You two are quarreling. Don't drag me into it. I still want to live a few more years."
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Zhan Yuheng, stretched out her hand, and wiped the back of the hand he had just held.
She kept her voice as low as possible. Feng Qingyin should not be able to hear her. If she could really hear her, she would have come to kill someone now.
While Feng Jiuer was complaining, there was suddenly an additional person on her bench.
Zhan Yuheng squeezed in beside Feng Jiu'er, holding her little hand with one hand, and wrapped the other hand around her behind, almost hugging her into his arms.
His speed was too fast and too sudden. Feng Jiuer had no idea what was happening, and he was imprisoned.
She raised her eyes and stood up suddenly.
Feng Jiuer's movement was a bit loud, and the table in front of her was almost overturned by her.
But Zhan Yuheng had no intention of letting her leave, and used force to imprison Feng Jiuer again.
Feng Jiuer stared at him and wanted to get up again.
Although she is not as strong as him, he is definitely no match for her when it comes to using force.
Zhan Yuheng hugged Feng Jiu'er tightly with both hands, leaned over and whispered: "Jiu'er, what did you call me just now?"
It seemed that he smelled the faintest smell of blood, which made Feng Jiuer, who had originally wanted to take action, soften his heart and endure it.
The sword stabbing him was definitely not simple. Feng Jiuer could see it when they saw him dancing with the sword.
If Qiao Mu hadn't been injured and continued to fight for several days, he might not have been defeated at the hands of the injured Zhan Yuheng.
"Let me go! Otherwise I won't be polite." Feng Jiuer struggled hard, trying to avoid the position of his heart.
"Jiu'er, what did you call me just now?" Zhan Yuheng's eyes were dark, and only Feng Jiu'er could be seen.
At this moment, he gave the impression that in this world, except for the woman in his eyes, nothing else mattered.
Feng Qingyin gritted her teeth hard, stood up suddenly, and walked towards Zhan Yuheng and Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer's mind has been on Zhan Yuheng, and she doesn't know that Feng Qingyin is approaching.
Seeing this, Little Cherry and Huo Baixue also stood up and walked forward.
Linglong hurried over and protected Feng Qingyin.
"What are you doing? Let me go." Feng Jiuer frowned tightly.
She had no idea that when she was complaining just now, she accidentally called "Brother Heng".
Also because of her words "Brother Heng", Zhan Yuheng seemed to have gone crazy.
He wanted to go back to the past, when she kept following him and calling him "Brother Heng", he wanted to go back to the past, he wanted to, he wanted to.
