Hearing the Ninth Prince's pleasant words, the brothers no longer worried.
Led by Long Shiyi, everyone shouted: "I wish the prince and princess to have a son soon and grow old together!"
"I wish the prince and princess to have a son soon and grow old together!"
Zhao Xiaoxiao, who finally reacted to Zhan Qingcheng's beauty, sat on the horse and looked at the people leaving, shaking his head.
"No wonder Jiu'er is not your woman, eldest brother. It turns out that her man is Prince Jiu."
"You lost to the Ninth Prince, brother, are you convinced? The Ninth Prince is beautiful and has great achievements, but on the other hand, brother..."
When Zhao Xiaoxiao turned his head, he met Zhao Yusheng's eyes and stopped immediately.
After coughing lightly, she whispered: "I...what I said is true, brother, you..."
"Who is your eldest brother?" Zhao Yusheng glanced at her and frowned slightly.
"You." Zhao Xiaoxiao said without hesitation, "But..."
"Just know that I am your eldest brother, don't talk too much, otherwise I will consider sending you back now!"
Without saying a word, Zhao Yusheng took the horse's rope and followed the carriage that just passed by.
Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at his leaving figure and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Stingy! Don't even let others tell the truth."
She snorted coldly and followed me obediently.
Zhan Qingcheng and Feng Jiuer walked forward amidst everyone's congratulations, walking at a leisurely pace and at the forefront.
After the people behind him calmed down, Feng Jiuer pushed the long arm around her waist.
"Who is your princess? Don't allow your brothers to talk nonsense!"
"You, Feng Jiu'er, are my princess, my only concubine." Zhan Qingcheng's arms around Feng Jiu'er tightened slightly.
Feng Jiuer, who was still angry at first, lost all her anger just because of his "only" words.
I really want to marry him, and I want to do so now, but is marriage really such a simple thing?
"I didn't say I wanted to marry you." The woman, who was hugged tightly by the man, said duplicitously.
After licking her lips, she seemed to think of something and turned back to stare at the man behind her.
"Why did you send my father away? I haven't settled the score with you yet. Now that I'm back, you still want to take advantage of me?"
"Girl." Looking down at the woman in his arms, Zhan Qingcheng's lips curved with some unknown meaning, "I, the king, have wanted to take advantage of you for a long time."
Meeting the man's gaze, Feng Jiuer's eyes widened.
After taking a deep breath, she reacted, stretched out her hand, and slapped his generous chest.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you took advantage of me, what are you... talking about?"
Zhan Qingcheng held her little hand and placed it on the door of his heart.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly but said nothing more.
Facing his somewhat colored gaze, Feng Jiuer frowned, her pink lips twitching.
Pulling her hand back from the man's palm, she pushed him and turned forward.
But he didn't expect that his body would be imprisoned again.
In his warm embrace, her anger always disappears automatically.
Moreover, apart from her father's matter, she seemed to have nothing to be angry about.
Thinking of what the man had just said, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and blushed slightly.
This guy actually talks nonsense seriously. He deserves a beating, but he's also very cute, isn't he?
"Why did you send my father away?" Feng Jiuer asked calmly after a moment of silence.
"He insisted on leaving. I tried to persuade him to stay, but failed." Zhan Qingcheng's soft voice fell on Feng Jiuer's head.
Today's Uncle Nine Emperors is so abnormal. She is clearly questioning her on purpose, but he is still willing to patiently explain. It's unusual!
After coughing slightly, Feng Jiuer turned back to meet his gaze and raised her eyebrows.
"You're hiding something from me, right?"
Initially she was just suspicious, but after seeing Uncle Nine Emperors' expression clearly, Feng Jiuer suddenly frowned.
"Zhan Qingcheng, are you really hiding something from me?"
"What do you call me?" The man lowered his eyes and frowned at the woman in his arms.
Feeling that his breath was a little heavy, Feng Jiuer glanced at him, looked away, and looked back at the front.
"Girl, what do you call me?" Zhan Qingcheng's deep voice sounded again.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer shouted in an almost inaudible voice.
Who knows what he would do if she ignored him. There were many people here and she cared, but he never cared about this.
Taking a deep breath, Feng Jiuer asked in a low voice: "What are you hiding from me?"
"Didn't you say that my father was sent to Qianguzhou by you? Or, did you do something to be sorry for me?"
Wanting to look back but not wanting to, wanting to leave but not being able to leave, Feng Jiuer at this moment was like a imprisoned kitten but refused to admit defeat, a little crazy.
It's a pity that she is imprisoned by a lion. What great things can she do as a kitten?
Feng Jiuer grabbed his strong arm and pushed him, then gave up again.
It might not be impossible to push her away if she pushed hard, but it felt good to have someone holding her while walking, and she couldn't bear to push her away.
"What on earth is it? Tell me quickly! Don't make people feel itchy."
She no longer refused, and instead took the initiative to hold his arm, just like when she was a child and went to ride a roller coaster, tightly holding on to the handrail in front of her.
Feng Jiuer knew that these arms must be harder and more reliable than the iron pipes on the roller coaster.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his other big palm and rubbed the little head of the woman in his arms.
This situation is like the owner stroking a well-behaved little tabby cat in his arms.
Even Feng Jiuer feels this way, but she still has the energy to care about it now.
The abnormality of Uncle Nine Emperors made her more and more interested in knowing what he was hiding from her.
Uncle Nine Emperors likes to be well-behaved, so she just needs to be more well-behaved. Anyway, she will not lose a piece of meat, and she can still get his favor.
More importantly, seeing the obedient Jiu'er, can Uncle Nine Emperors tell me what he hid from her?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, why don't you just tell me? I really want to know."
Pretending to be well-behaved is a trick that works well every time.
After saying a few words that even made her feel numb, Feng Jiuer felt that the breath of the man behind her had become much softer.
When she thought Uncle Nine Emperors would tell the story, she didn't expect that he would actually remain tight-lipped.
"Tomorrow, you will know the answer."
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer turned around, blinked her big watery eyes, and looked at Zhan Qingcheng obediently.
"Be good." Zhan Qingcheng rubbed her head again and said softly, "Don't be anxious! No matter how anxious you are, it won't take more than ten hours."
Meeting the man's gaze, Feng Jiuer mumbled her lips and turned back dejectedly.
He didn't expect that he had used his ultimate move, but he still didn't want to say it, but she wanted to know what to do?
