"Little Cherry, are you really okay?" Huo Baixue also pulled Little Cherry's sleeves and asked.
Huo Baixue's heart has never calmed down since it was said today that Feng Jiu'er would come over for the banquet tonight.
Unexpectedly, something almost happened before we even started eating.
Just now, when Linglong suddenly turned around with a long sword in hand, Huo Baixue tried to pull Little Cherry back, but failed.
Seeing that Little Cherry's body was about to be pierced by a long sword, she had no choice but to do anything.
Fortunately, Jiu'er is here.
Huo Baixue's mood finally calmed down at this moment.
There was no opponent for Jiu'er here, so she should feel relieved.
"I'm fine." Little Cherry shook her head, "I was too careless to make everyone worry, I'm sorry!"
"It's not your problem, it's..." Huo Baixue turned her head and glanced at the person still hanging on the tree not far away.
"That person is too cunning, just like her master."
"If you weren't worried about that lady hurting Jiu'er and left too hastily, you wouldn't necessarily have given her a chance to take advantage of you."
"Jiu'er is right, we will never come to Hongmen Banquet like this in the future." Huo Baixue snorted coldly as she glanced at the figure on the tree.
With Jiu'er here, what about the prince? What about the princess or the messy empress?
Little Cherry also glanced at the tree, and when she looked back, a proud smile appeared on her face.
"Fortunately, our Jiu'er is very powerful, he can kick someone so far." Looking at Feng Jiu'er, Little Cherry gave a thumbs up.
"Jiu'er, you are so awesome! You are indeed the boss of all of us."
"You're flattering me. I've been busy all day and haven't eaten anything. We must have a big meal to reward ourselves."
"Yes, we must have a big meal." Huo Baixue responded with a smile.
"Jiu'er, I want to drink duck blood porridge. I was frightened just now and I'm a little tired." Little Cherry held her forehead and whispered.
"How about giving you some Ganoderma lucidum? It will replenish your blood and nourish your skin." Feng Jiuer felt relieved when she saw that Little Cherry was still joking.
"Sounds good, but now I'd better eat duck blood porridge. I'm hungry." Little Cherry pursed her lips and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
The three women were talking and laughing, completely ignoring the people and things behind them.
"Brother Prince." Feng Qingyin "reluctantly" stood up and walked towards Zhan Yuheng, "Brother Prince, Feng Jiu'er slandered me, she threatened me."
"Brother Prince, Feng Jiu'er..."
Before Feng Qingyin finished speaking, her eyes were locked on Feng Jiuer, and Zhan Yuheng, who was in a good mood, strode forward.
"Jiu'er."
Hearing his pleasant cry, Feng Qingyin's outstretched hand stayed in mid-air for a long time, unable to take it back.
Does he really want to be so heartless?
"Jiu'er, can you take me with you? I also want to try the authentic food here." Zhan Yuheng came not far behind Feng Jiu'er and asked.
Feng Jiuer, who had just stopped when he heard the sound, turned around and looked at Zhan Yuheng.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Feng Qingyin looking like she had eaten a dead fly, and she finally felt relieved.
She never wanted to argue with Feng Qingyin, it was Feng Qingyin who kept holding on to her, so don't blame her for being rude.
"What's the problem with this? You are His Highness the Crown Prince, you have the final say."
After saying a few words, Feng Jiuer turned around and continued moving forward with her two good sisters.
Seeing the man walking away from her with brisk steps, and listening to the mocking laughter of those bitches, Feng Qingyin kept taking deep breaths.
In the end, she was so angry that she really couldn't stand still and fell down.
"Miss Qingyin."
"Miss Qingyin."
In the hospital, the anxious voices of the imperial doctor and palace maids could be heard, but Zhan Yuheng still did not look back.
Linglong finally regained consciousness and tried to sit up on the tree.
The branch "creaked" and "popped", and something unknown fell to the ground heavily.
The three women who were about to leave the courtyard gate looked back at the same time and couldn't help laughing.
Feng Qingyin was furious, but she was so angry that she couldn't faint.
She watched helplessly as Zhan Yuheng followed Feng Jiuer out of the courtyard, her eyes widening.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was taken away by a witch, why don't you go after him?"
"Qingyun, hurry up! Bring His Royal Highness back, otherwise, all our brothers will have no hope of living."
"Feng Jiu'er is a witch. Feng Jiu'er is a witch. She confused His Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness the Crown Prince will be destroyed!"
Seeing Zhan Yuheng's abnormal behavior, Qingyun was stunned for a moment before reacting.
What happened to His Highness the Crown Prince? Is Feng Jiuer really a witch? Otherwise, how to explain His Highness the Crown Prince's abnormality?
Qingyun was very clear about Zhan Yuheng's feelings for Feng Jiu'er. If he hadn't missed Feng Jiu'er so much, he wouldn't have been fooled by Feng Qingyin.
Qingyun felt sorry for his master, but he was also more worried about his future.
If His Royal Highness continues to persist in his obsession, he will not only harm his brothers, but he may also lose his life.
"Qingyun, come here!" Suddenly, Feng Qingyin's voice sounded again.
Qingyun stopped and looked back in a dilemma.
"Come here! For the sake of our brothers and His Highness the Crown Prince, come here."
Feng Qingyin's weakness at this moment was really not an act. Feng Jiuer didn't need to do anything. Zhan Yuheng also left with her. How could she not be angry?
Qingyun hesitated for a moment, then turned back.
Feng Jiuer, Xiao Yingtao and Huo Baixue got on their horses and left. Zhan Yuheng also got on a horse and followed them.
The person behind him didn't speak, and Feng Jiuer didn't want to pay attention.
Qifeng Qingyin was what she wanted, but she didn't expect that Zhan Yuheng would really leave with them.
There was one more person, and she didn't even know if she had time to deal with the evening work, not to mention having a good meal.
After leaving Shuixie and returning to the street, Feng Jiuer never looked back, but she also knew that the people behind her were still following her.
Until they returned to their army camp, Zhan Yuheng followed Feng Jiuer and the others naturally.
Many people were surprised to see the prince, but Feng Jiu'er was also there, so no one asked any questions.
Back at the inn, Feng Jiuer, Xiao Yingying and Huo Baixue got off their horses, and several guards came to greet them.
"Miss Jiu'er." A guard called out in a low voice, looking behind Feng Jiu'er unconsciously.
"It's okay." Feng Jiuer patted the horse gently and handed the horse's rope into the guard's hands.
At this moment, except for Qiao Mu, who was still recuperating, everyone else had gone out to do errands.
After Xiaoyingtao and Huo Baixue handed over the horses, they walked into the inn together.
Feng Jiuer, who was left behind, looked back at Zhan Yuheng who was holding the horse.
"Do you know that there are many people here who want to take your life?" She met Zhan Yuheng's gaze, frowned, and said.
Zhan Yuheng looked at her for a moment, shook his head, then nodded.
"Jiu'er, how is the meal preparation? I'm hungry."
