When Feng Jiuer went over with the meal, she saw Long Shiyi guarding outside the tent.
"Miss Jiu'er, long time no see!" Long Shiyi looked at Feng Jiu'er and went to greet her.
"Long Shiyi, long time no see." Feng Jiuer looked at him and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Yesterday, she didn't see Long Shiyi either. She didn't know if she didn't meet him or if he came later.
Seeing that he was fine, Feng Jiuer was in a good mood.
Arriving in front of Feng Jiu'er, Long Shiyi glanced at the tray in her hand.
"Miss Jiuer, do you need help?"
"No need." Feng Jiuer smiled and shook her head.
She glanced at the tent behind Long Shiyi and returned her gaze to him.
"When will things get better for Uncle Nine Emperors? I want to give him some food."
"Miss Jiu'er wants to come in. Your Majesty welcomes her at any time, please!" Long Shiyi turned around and waved his hand.
During those sleepless days and nights, they wished that Miss Jiuer could be by their side.
Without Miss Jiu'er around, the prince doesn't care about his body at all. Even a man would feel distressed if he saw it.
It's good now, Miss Jiu'er finally returned to the prince.
In the days that followed, everyone was waiting for their prince to be fat and healthy by Miss Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and continued to move forward.
Since it was out of the way, she went in.
By filling your stomach, you can get twice the result with half the effort. Moreover, it is not only troublesome but also painful to recuperate your stomach after a bad stomach.
With Long Shiyi's permission, Feng Jiuer didn't even knock on the door, but opened the curtain and walked in.
The key is, where does the door of this tent come from?
After looking back, Yu Jingfeng turned around and continued to report the situation.
Feng Jiuer looked at the two of them, walked over, and put the things in her hands on the table.
She did not immediately come forward to disturb, but pulled up a chair and sat down at the table.
Stretching out his hands to support his head, Feng Jiuer felt that it was a kind of enjoyment to look at the perfect profile face not far away.
This man is indeed a monster. When he was ruffian, he was already attractive enough. Now that he is seriously discussing political affairs, his charm is irresistible.
Feng Jiuer looked at Zhan Qingcheng for a moment, occasionally blinking her big round eyes.
It wasn't until Zhan Qingcheng waved to her that she reacted and stood up.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiu'er coughed lightly and regained consciousness from the loss of his soul.
"Miss Jiu'er, this subordinate has to go out first." Yu Jingfeng came to Feng Jiu'er and cupped his hands.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, picked up the tray, and headed towards Zhan Qingcheng.
Yu Jingfeng, who was almost ignored, smiled and looked back.
"Your Majesty, please don't worry, Miss Jiu'er. I promise that there will be no one within six feet. You can chat slowly."
After hearing Yu Jingfeng's "within six feet" hint, Feng Jiuer almost tripped over her own feet.
She glanced back with a bit of resentment, but Yu Jingfeng turned around and left as if nothing had happened.
"Come here." Zhan Qingcheng's voice spread in the tent.
Feng Jiuer glared at Yu Jingfeng's back, raised her eyebrows, turned around and walked forward.
Putting the tray on the table, Feng Jiuer took out the meals one by one.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let's eat first. Hungry hurts your stomach."
After spooning a bowl of soup and handing it to Zhan Qingcheng, Feng Jiuer looked at her and blinked.
Zhan Qingcheng did not take the soup, but gave up some space on the bench.
Looking down at the woman in front of him, he patted the free space with his generous palm.
Feng Jiuer calmed down, sat down next to him, picked up a spoonful of soup, and brought it to his mouth.
At first, she still somewhat refused to be enslaved.
But when she saw him obediently opening his mouth and taking a sip of the soup, looking a bit like he was still craving for it, she willingly gave him a second spoonful.
Zhan Qingcheng was not polite, as if he had always been used to being served.
But what Feng Jiuer didn't know was that even men, not to mention women, didn't have this opportunity to serve the Ninth Prince at such a close distance.
He was just used to her serving him.
The bowl of soup was quickly eaten by the man. Feng Jiuer stood up and filled the bowl with rice.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want to eat vegetables or meat?" Feng Jiu'er asked softly, looking back at Zhan Qingcheng.
"It doesn't matter." Zhan Qingcheng, who had just opened a book, did not stop what he was doing.
Feng Jiuer nodded, turned around and started serving him dishes.
Subconsciously I feel that Uncle Nine Emperors is very picky, but when I think about it, it seems that he is not particularly picky.
When did he eat whatever was given to him?
So, it’s unnecessary to ask.
Waiting for Zhan Qingcheng to have a lunch, which took about two quarters of an hour.
Feng Jiuer packed her things and was about to leave when Zhan Qingcheng's voice sounded behind her: "Don't you have anything to say?"
Feng Jiu'er, who was holding the tray, looked back at him.
"What do you want to say?"
Frowning, she turned around and went out, handed the tray to Yu Jingfeng who was guarding outside, and hurried back to the tent.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, have you finished your work?"
"Tell me, what do you want to know?" Zhan Qingcheng put the letter on the paper and looked up at the person standing not far away.
When Feng Jiuer was about to ask questions, he waved his hand.
"come over."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, walked over, and sat down next to him again.
But unexpectedly, the man's long arm grabbed her, causing her to tilt her body and lie in his arms.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer frowned as he looked up at Zhan Qingcheng.
"Speak carefully, I, the king, listen." Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on the letter in his other big palm.
Looking down and then up, Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes.
This 45-degree posture was not comfortable at all. How could she explain it properly?
"It's nothing."
Feng Jiu'er was getting up, and Zhan Qingcheng retracted her long arms, so she could only maintain her original posture.
"Um."
The man nodded seriously, but Feng Jiuer didn't know what he meant by "hmm"?
Looking up at him again, Feng Jiuer sighed lightly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I don't feel comfortable at all. Can you change your position?"
Zhan Qingcheng stopped what he was doing and lowered his eyes.
His big palm went up Feng Jiuer's back, and with a gentle pressure, he pressed her on his legs.
The person with lowered eyes slightly raised the beautiful corners of his lips, seeming quite satisfied with this gesture.
When Feng Jiuer wanted to get up, he gently put his big palm on her back and rubbed her head.
The struggle was ineffective, so Feng Jiuer could only give up, obey his strength, and lie on top of him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I..."
"It's okay, I will resist the pressure." Zhan Qingcheng's voice sounded like the sound of nature, interrupting Feng Jiuer's words.
After hearing his words, Feng Jiuer didn't even bother to raise her head, and fell down like a deflated rubber ball.
He is handsome and everything he says is right. This sentence could not be more suitable for Uncle Nine Emperors.
