Seeing the corners of the man's handsome mouth raised slightly, Feng Jiuer smiled and dipped his long hair into the water again.
She combed and smoothed every strand of his hair very carefully, for fear of touching any of his nerves and causing him to endure pain again.
This time Feng Jiuer can really feel the feeling of "the pain is in your body, the pain is in my heart".
She didn't want him to get hurt, not at all.
Under Feng Jiu'er's care, Zhan Qingcheng's breathing slowly became even.
Putting down his black hair, Feng Jiuer lay half-lying beside the tub and gently massaged several acupuncture points on his head for the man sitting in the tub.
It wasn't until he fell asleep that she let go of his head and tried to take off the clothes stuck to his body...
When Feng Jiuer left the tent, Yu Jingfeng changed into clean clothes and stood guard outside.
Turning back to meet Feng Jiuer's gaze, Yu Jingfeng followed her and walked into the tent.
The screen was moved in front of the bed, and Feng Jiuer was applying medicine to Zhan Qingcheng.
Yu Jingfeng took people in, changed the water in the tub, and then returned to the screen in front of the bed.
"Miss Jiuer, do you need help?"
"No, you go and rest for a while, I'll just keep watch over him." Feng Jiuer's soft voice came out from the tent.
"Yes." Yu Jingfeng nodded, turned and left.
Feng Jiuer applied medicine to the biggest wound on Zhan Qingcheng's shoulder, bandaged it, and covered him with a quilt.
The sun was high and the tent was not dark, but Feng Jiuer still found a candle and placed it on the candlestick.
After adding a few drops of her own specially made sesame oil, she returned to the bed and sat down.
After reaching out and touching Zhan Qingcheng's forehead, Feng Jiuer stood up with confidence.
Pushing the screen back to the bathtub, taking her own set of clothes, Feng Jiuer stepped into the screen.
Soaking in the warm bath water, Feng Jiuer leaned on the crossbar and closed her eyes.
What's going on over there in Phoenix City? Has the Eighth Prince also been expelled from the city?
Her Uncle Nine Emperors was so amazing that he brought three thousand elite soldiers to help him. In less than a day, he drove tens of thousands of the prince's men out of Mocheng.
I don’t know what Mingcheng’s situation is like. How is Mu Mu now?
And dad, how is he now? Is he well fed and clothed?
She wanted to ask many questions, but she didn't even ask a single word.
Faced with people who didn't rest for days and nights, Feng Jiuer didn't dare to disturb them, and more importantly, she couldn't bear to disturb them.
I just hope that this war will end soon. In the war, it is the common people who suffer.
Thinking of Jian Yi who was hiding and recovering from his injuries alone, Feng Jiuer slowly closed her eyes.
I don’t know how he is doing now? Why is there no news from Communication Bird?
Every time she thinks about this, Feng Jiuer feels uncomfortable.
After picking up the towel and washing it casually for a while, Feng Jiuer seemed to feel something when she was about to get up.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and a tall figure appeared in his sight.
Their eyes met, Feng Jiuer picked up the towel and was about to throw it out, but finally endured it.
If he wets his wound, she will have to stay busy for a while, which will not be a good thing for him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you... go out first."
Seeing the red bloodshot eyes under the man's eyes, Feng Jiu'er not only didn't get angry, but also had a somewhat flattering smile on her face.
"I can't sleep without you in my arms." Zhan Qingcheng's hoarse voice sounded.
At this moment, his eyes were a little hazy, and he could tell from lack of sleep at first glance, but even so, his charm was still irresistible.
The clothes were draped casually on his body, and his strong chest muscles were looming, which made him look a bit ruffian, but it added a lot of arrogance to his handsome appearance.
If it had been any other man, you might have wanted to tear him apart, but it was the Ninth Prince, who would be willing to do that?
Feng Jiu'er, who was as determined as Feng Jiu'er and was used to seeing handsome men, could actually lose her mind at this moment.
Perhaps, in front of Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Jiuer had no determination at all.
Feng Jiuer was slightly distracted, but unexpectedly, she saw the man approaching her.
When he took out his long legs and wanted to get into the bathtub, Feng Jiuer suddenly reacted.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you can't." She stood up without thinking, hugged his arms, and tried to prevent him from entering.
"The injuries on your body cannot be touched for these two or three days..."
Thinking of something, Feng Jiu'er stared at Zhan Qingcheng with wide eyes. As his gaze went down, she screamed unconsciously.
"You... a gangster."
When Feng Jiuer closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, Zhan Qingcheng randomly pulled a blanket and wrapped Feng Jiuer in it.
He was very fast. He was wrapped in Feng Jiu'er's blanket, and he had already picked him up before it got soaked.
After her body was wrapped, Feng Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking up at the man who carried her out, she shook her legs.
"Put me down. It's not appropriate for you to exert force now. Your wound will easily tear again. Do you understand?"
After a few steps, he placed Feng Jiu'er on the bed. Zhan Qingcheng lay down and hugged her into his arms.
"Girl, don't move! My endurance is limited."
Zhan Qingcheng's hoarse words, which were somewhat commanding, made Feng Jiuer dare not move.
After a while, the man's hot breath slowly subsided, and she relaxed a little.
Looking at the traces of sweat on the man's temples, Feng Jiuer didn't doubt what he just said.
His endurance is limited. This is true. They are both normal men and women. If they hug each other like this and have no other thoughts, that would be too abnormal.
Feeling his rhythmic heartbeat, Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and thought about it, but she didn't dare.
She didn't know how long it had been before she felt sleepy. She closed her eyes and gradually fell into a dream.
This was the most peaceful sleep Feng Jiuer had had in this period of time.
When she woke up, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Seeing the infuriatingly handsome face in front of her, Feng Jiuer closed her eyes and took a breath of air with his breath.
Fortunately, all this is true.
He came back and saved the lives of so many brothers.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, have you been awake for a long time?"
Meeting the man's gaze and thinking of her current situation, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but blush.
"Beautiful." Zhan Qingcheng looked at the blush on the girl's face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Feng Jiuer frowned before understanding what he meant.
Worried about the situation before falling asleep, she pursed her lips and glanced down.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm hungry. I've barely eaten anything since yesterday."
Zhan Qingcheng rubbed her head, let her go, and sat up.
"Serve, I am also hungry."
Looking at the man's cold back, Feng Jiuer felt a little confused.
"Um, Uncle Nine Emperors, can you get dressed by yourself? I... am a little inconvenient now."
She definitely can't act rashly now, absolutely not!
Thinking of the sweat on the man's temples at that time, Feng Jiuer unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth and smiled happily.
I have to admit that Uncle Nine Emperors is also very cute sometimes!
