"Uncle Nine Emperors." After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jiuer's voice sounded again.
Zhan Qingcheng rubbed her head, but still didn't give her the answer she wanted.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the team was approaching the city gate.
After trying many times and still getting no response, Feng Jiuer had to give up.
The key point is that Uncle Nine Emperors is very secretive, and she can't give up even if she wants to.
"We're finally here." Looking up at the words on the city gate, Feng Jiuer looked back and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Chasing the Moon."
Chai Yue, who was following them all the way, chirped and came to their side.
When Feng Jiuer wanted to leave the embrace of a certain man, Zhan Qingcheng tightened his grip on her.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, frowning.
"Why, you still want to ride a horse back to the city with me?" She doesn't want to! Who knows how many pairs of eyes in the city are watching?
She doesn't need to care about the Nine Emperors Uncles. They are all good brothers who live through life and death, and no one will look down upon her.
But, back in the city, aren't there still two people, Emperor Ji and Ye Luosha, and their minions?
Having died once, Feng Jiuer wouldn't be afraid.
What's more, she didn't want to see Uncle Nine Emperors in trouble.
"Why not?" Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and had no intention of letting go of Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer struggled hard but couldn't. She raised her eyes to meet his gaze and blinked.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I... don't want to."
"Why don't you want to?" Zhan Qingcheng asked in a deep voice.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, sighed slightly, and looked away.
Looking at the open city gate, she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.
She was very happy when she returned to him and could soon see Mu Mu, Qiao Mu and everyone else.
However, she couldn't be happy anymore when she thought about facing Di Ji and Ye Luosha again.
The always warm big hand held her little hand, and the man's soft voice fell on her head.
"Everyone is waiting for you to go back, why are you sighing?"
At this moment, Zhui Feng had already stepped into the city.
Inside the city gate, many brothers and common people were standing guard on both sides, and everyone had a smile on their face.
When Zhan Qingcheng and Feng Jiuer entered the door, everyone shouted in unison: "Welcome Miss Jiuer back to the city! Welcome Miss Jiuer back to the city!"
Amid the enthusiasm of her brothers and people, Feng Jiuer's mood quickly improved.
She straightened her back, looked at everyone, and waved.
The smiles on everyone's faces was what Feng Jiuer wanted to see. She didn't expect that Phoenix City would recover so well just after the war.
Everyone's cheerful voices continued to sound, one wave after another.
Feng Jiuer looked back at Zhan Qingcheng, with a pleasant smile on her lips.
"Are you going to find so many people to greet me? It's a bit too exaggerated!"
"I have just received the news that you have returned to the city." Zhan Qingcheng responded softly.
It means that people are not arranged by Him.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, withdrew her gaze, and once again focused her eyes on the people on both sides of the street.
"It seems that where you are, people are not even afraid of war."
Feng Jiuer had no intention of flattering anyone, this was what she was thinking.
The war has just passed, and the people's faces are filled with happy smiles.
This kind of happiness cannot be pretended or hidden.
Continuing forward, the people on both sides of the road would cheer for a while looking at Zhan Qingcheng and Feng Jiuer.
Seeing everyone busy putting up lanterns and colorful decorations, Feng Jiuer finally realized what was going on.
"Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, the day of happy reunion, why did I forget?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked back at Zhan Qingcheng.
No wonder, this guy kept insisting that it was tomorrow, but she actually forgot about it.
Thinking of wasting so much time just now, Feng Jiuer realized how stupid she was.
Under the sun, Zhan Qingcheng gently hugged the woman in his arms, with a pleasant smile on his lips.
Feng Jiuer glanced at his handsome face that was too handsome to pay for his life, and turned around.
"Girl, after traveling for so many days, how about we go back and rest for a while?"
"No!" Feng Jiuer leaned forward, almost leaving his confinement.
Looking at the busy figures of the people on both sides of the street, Feng Jiuer's voice continued: "I want to walk, get off the horse and walk."
"If you are busy, you can go back first. If you are not busy, stay with me."
The street was so lively and she didn't want to go back so soon.
If she was unlucky and met Di Ji and Ye Luosha, she didn't know if she could have a good rest even if she wanted to.
After so many things, Feng Jiuer didn't know if they had given up on getting rid of her.
Maybe, for the sake of Uncle Nine Emperors, she should forget these things. She didn't have to think about it before they met, but how could she forget it once they met?
Therefore, it is better to meet less often.
"Okay." Zhan Qingcheng let go of the woman in his arms, "I will accompany you."
Zhui Feng seemed to be able to understand Zhan Qingcheng's words. As soon as he finished speaking, it stopped.
Feng Jiuer was liberated, and before Zhan Qingcheng could do anything, she turned over slightly and dismounted.
Zhan Qingcheng's tall body stood next to Feng Jiu'er and held her in his arms again.
"No." Feng Jiuer hurriedly pushed his arm and stepped forward, "Hug, hug, how inappropriate is that!"
The Ninth Prince was not angry when he was pushed away. He just smiled fondly and followed up.
On the street, many people were busy hanging lanterns and watching Prince Jiu and Miss Jiu'er pass by. The smiles on their faces were as bright as the sunshine in the sky today.
"Miss Jiuer, I have freshly made sweet-scented osmanthus cake here, would you like to try it?" An elderly woman came over with a plate of cakes.
Feng Jiuer looked back at Zhan Qingcheng, then turned her eyes to meet the woman's eyes.
She picked up the small bamboo skewer on the basin, forked a piece of pastry, put it in her mouth, and nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, it's delicious! Thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Jiu'er!" The woman said with a happy face, "If Miss Jiu'er likes it, I will make some more and deliver them to Miss Jiu'er's house."
"Old lady, don't delay the prince's good deeds." An old man walked out of the room with a smile on his face.
"Yes, yes." The old woman nodded with a smile, "Then I won't delay the prince and Miss Jiuer. Your prince, Miss Jiuer, please go slowly!"
"Okay." Feng Jiuer smiled back at the old woman, then looked back at Zhan Qingcheng.
She just smiled and moved on.
After Zhan Qingcheng nodded to an old couple, he followed Feng Jiuer's footsteps.
Soon, the news spread that the prince and Miss Jiuer were strolling on the street, and many people wanted to come out and have a look at Miss Jiuer.
Unexpectedly, most of their attention fell on Zhan Qingcheng.
Everyone saw their prince smiling. The prince, who was always taciturn and expressionless, actually smiled today.
