When Zhan Qingcheng turned around, he saw the girl wrapped in a white blanket, with only her small head exposed.
Against the backdrop of the snow-white blanket, the little girl's skin appears more transparent and flawless.
A smile brighter than a camellia rose on her face, making her look even more beautiful and moving.
After coughing slightly, Zhan Qingcheng looked away and stood up.
Seeing the man walking away, Feng Jiuer grabbed the blanket and sat up.
While Zhan Qingcheng was getting some clothes, a woman wrapped in a blanket hurried in behind the screen with her bare feet.
Feng Jiuer could no longer care about so much. She turned her back to the screen, put down the blanket, and hurriedly put clothes on herself.
Unexpectedly, she had just put on a thin singlet and felt someone approaching.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiu'er took a deep breath and whispered, "It's not healed yet. Just wait for a while. It will be fine soon."
While speaking, Feng Jiuer did not dare to stop the movements in her hands.
However, that man was like always, and no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
Feng Jiuer only put on the most intimate clothes, and the people outside the screen had already come behind her.
After Nu Chun, Feng Jiu'er took the robe and put it on her body at an extremely fast speed.
She clutched her robe tightly and turned around. Her robe and long hair floated up, fanning out in a beautiful arc in the air.
Everything looks beautiful!
But in Zhan Qingcheng's eyes, there was no one else but Feng Jiuer.
He looked at her for a moment, which made Feng Jiuer's anger dissipate at least half of it.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, haven't you heard that men and women are not intimate with each other? You always..."
"You are my wife." Zhan Qingcheng didn't even need to explain. He stepped forward and took Feng Jiuer's hand that was holding the clothesline.
Feng Jiuer flicked hard, and her pink lips moved even higher.
"I'm not yet, you can't..." Looking at the man's deep eyes, Feng Jiuer's aura suddenly weakened by half.
Pursing her lips, she said lightly: "You can't always do whatever you want. How about you consider how I feel?"
"If you are willing, you can become my real woman now." Zhan Qingcheng had no intention of letting her go.
Feng Jiuer whispered "I don't want to", and when he pulled her, she fell into his arms.
Facing the man's displeased gaze, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and lowered her head.
Even now, in front of him, she is still like a little quail, truly ashamed of her father's peerless magic.
"The name is not justified, and I don't think any woman would be willing to do it." Thinking of his previous promise, Feng Jiuer said solemnly.
Xu accepted Feng Jiuer's answer, and Zhan Qingcheng's aura finally became softer.
He stretched out his big palm and rubbed the back of Feng Jiuer's head.
Letting her go, he held her little hand that was holding the clothesline.
"I will help you change your clothes."
What Uncle Nine Emperors said was definitely not asking for anyone's opinion. His willingness to speak out was already a gift, so how could he ask for his own opinion?
Feng Jiuer wanted to say "no need", but she didn't dare.
In front of him, with her peerless martial arts skills, she was no different from a little sheep.
After letting go, Feng Jiuer stopped struggling.
Anyway, it was useless for her to struggle.
Seeing the man tidying up her clothes in a gentle manner, Feng Jiuer accepted the service of the Ninth Prince.
However, looking at his clumsy movements, she really doubted whether she would dare to go out later.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't seem to be satisfied with his masterpiece, and the clothes rope he had tied was untied by him again.
After repeating the same action two or three times, Feng Jiuer coughed slightly to ease the somewhat awkward atmosphere.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, how is the situation in Phoenix City? Has the Eighth Prince been expelled?"
"Yes." Zhan Qingcheng, who was still working seriously, nodded lightly, "When things settle down, I will marry you."
Looking at the man in front of her who was much shorter than usual, Feng Jiuer stood there frozen, not knowing what to say.
The simple sentence "I will marry you" even had a domineering tone, but because it came from his mouth, it seemed very different.
He didn't even bother with proposing, but she wants to marry him now, what should I do?
After being stunned for a while, Feng Jiuer whispered: "We should wait until my mother comes back to discuss this matter."
"She is in the Feng Clan, and I don't know what the situation is now. It is impossible for me to marry myself so casually."
"Okay." After tying Feng Jiu'er's clothes, Zhan Qingcheng stood up straight, picked up her long hair, and placed it behind her shoulders.
Lowering his eyes to meet the little girl's gaze, Zhan Qingcheng nodded somewhat seriously and said, "We will get married after we find Aniang."
Feng Jiuer looked into Zhan Qingcheng's eyes for a moment, and after a while, she nodded.
"For the time being... let's make this decision, but I still want to ask my father and mother for their opinions."
After coughing slightly, Feng Jiuer looked away and glanced outside.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm hungry, can I go out?"
Being proposed to? She couldn't even say a word. Will such a phoenix girl make her parents angry to death?
"Well, let Yu Jingfeng come in."
"Okay." As soon as Zhan Qingcheng finished speaking, Feng Jiuer ran away like a whirlwind.
Zhan Qingcheng was left standing behind the screen, her long hair raised and somewhat messy.
Feng Jiuer's long hair fell casually behind her shoulders. She hurriedly walked out of the tent and fell into the sight of many people.
When Little Cherry saw this, she immediately stood up and ran over.
"Jiu'er, what's wrong?" she asked knowingly.
Looking sideways at the person coming over, Feng Jiuer half-squinted her eyes.
"What's wrong? How are the brothers? Are there enough medicinal materials? If not, we need to send someone to find them."
"Everyone's told to go down." Little Cherry came to her side, held her hand, and looked at the tent behind her.
"How is the Ninth Prince?" She pursed her lips and tried to lower her voice as low as possible, "He...has he woken up?"
Seeing Yu Jingfeng coming, Feng Jiuer was too lazy to pay attention to Little Cherry.
"Yu Jingfeng, Uncle Nine Emperors wants you to come in."
"Okay." Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands and continued to move forward.
Little Cherry held Feng Jiuer's hand, and the two of them went to the place where everyone was eating.
"Jiu'er, what's wrong with the Ninth Prince? Why do you look so anxious to leave?"
"You must gossip about me, right?" Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at Little Cherry.
Little Cherry pursed her lips, retracted her gaze, and looked ahead.
"Why don't you meet again after a long separation and gossip a little bit?"
As soon as she finished speaking, when she turned her head to look at Feng Jiuer again, the corners of her mouth curled up in pleasure.
Shaking Feng Jiu'er's hand, Little Cherry continued to ask: "What happened? Jiu'er, your face is still very red. No one will believe you if you say you're fine, right?"
"You...were you bullied by the Ninth Prince? Or did you bully the Ninth Prince?"
