Zhao Yusheng glanced at Zhao Xiaoxiao again, his eyes falling forward.
He curled his lips slightly, drove his horse in the direction of the Lantern Festival.
The Lantern Festival is the largest annual event in Phoenix.
This year's situation is a bit special. Not only has the war just been won, but the Ninth Prince is also in charge.
This Lantern Festival with the Nine Princes and the Spring Festival with the Nine Princes will definitely be particularly unforgettable.
After arriving at the location of the legendary lantern festival, Feng Jiuer realized what excitement was.
Brothers and common people, regardless of you or me, are very busy.
Seeing Feng Jiuer and Zhan Qingcheng coming, everyone unconsciously went up to say hello.
"Ninth Prince, Miss Jiu'er."
"Miss Jiu'er is back."
"Ninth Prince, good! Miss Jiu'er, good!"
"Miss."
"You are less in charge."
Among the people present, in addition to the people of Phoenix City and the Ninth Prince, there were also people from Tianji Hall, Qiao Mu and Zhao Yusheng.
Even though they were sweating heavily in the cold weather, everyone's faces were filled with happy smiles.
"Thank you for your hard work. If you need any help, just ask. We still have the Ninth Prince, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer turned her head and glanced sideways.
Seeing that the man was expressionless all the way over, in order not to let him affect everyone's interest, Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly and came to Zhan Qingcheng's side.
"You're welcome! Men should help, and I won't show favoritism to my own men."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, don't you think so? With your help, today's work will definitely be completed in advance."
No one even dared to think about asking the Ninth Prince to hang lanterns.
After listening to Feng Jiuer's words, everyone's eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng.
No one knew why, but the Ninth Prince, who had looked indifferent just now, actually raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
"I'll do it." Zhan Qingcheng took two steps forward and grabbed the red lantern from a brother's hand.
He stretched out his long arm and easily hung the lantern in his hand on a hook more than one foot high.
In front of the Ninth Prince, all ladders, bamboo poles, and even Qinggong are insignificant.
Before everyone could react, Zhan Qingcheng had already snatched the lanterns from many people's hands.
He just flicked it casually, and the lantern would be hung where it should fall.
Long Yi came from nowhere and appeared in front of Zhan Qingcheng tremblingly.
"Ninth Prince, let me handle such matters."
Long Yi spoke out everyone's thoughts, and everyone at the scene fell silent instantly.
This kind of thing is done by little people, not to mention the Ninth Prince, even the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders are far from their turn.
Unexpectedly, Miss Jiu'er's words would make Prince Ninth so interested.
Seeing how serious the Ninth Prince was, everyone even had the illusion that it would be a sin for anyone to hang up the lantern now.
"It doesn't matter, you go prepare it together with the people, and I'll hang up the remaining lanterns."
The Ninth Prince has always treated his people like his own children, which is why everyone respects him so much.
However, he is not close to the people and is rarely willing to appear in public.
The people all know that this is related to his character, and no one will love the Ninth Prince any less because he is not good at getting close to everyone.
The Ninth Prince never shows off, which makes the people like him even more.
No one expected that the Ninth Prince would not only appear here today, but also help everyone with things.
What's more important is that someone who always cherishes ink like gold actually said so much.
Everyone present heard that the Ninth Prince just said "I", not "my king".
It seems that the Ninth Prince is not unfriendly to the people, but he just did not find a suitable opportunity to enjoy himself with the people.
After receiving the order, Long Yi was stunned for a moment before reacting.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
People who ride on the Twelve Flying Dragons will never question Zhan Qingcheng's words. Even if it is completely unexpected, they will still act as ordered.
Long Yi looked back at the person who still hadn't reacted, and waved his hand.
"Everyone, hurry up and deliver the finished lanterns as soon as possible."
"yes."
"yes."
"yes."
The brothers and common people regained consciousness at Long Yi's voice and nodded quickly.
In the blink of an eye, everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, but they still couldn't help but look back at the Ninth Prince who was hanging the lantern from time to time.
Qiao Mu came to Feng Jiu'er's side and frowned lightly.
"What a man of my own family. I never thought that the Ninth Prince's great reputation would be ruined in your hands."
Why Zhan Qingcheng suddenly made such a big change, others may not know the reason, but Qiao Mu does.
Feng Jiuer turned her head to look at Qiao Mu, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "What was destroyed in my hands?"
"Actually, he is willing to do many things, but no one gives him a chance."
"General Feng, General Qiao, I have prepared some pastries, why don't you go over and eat and chat?" A woman walked over with a smile on her face.
Feng Jiuer glanced in the direction the woman was pointing, then looked back at Zhan Qingcheng.
Withdrawing her gaze, she looked at the woman who spoke and nodded.
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"General Feng, you're welcome! Please! General Qiao, please!" The woman looked at Little Cherry and nodded with a smile.
It's not surprising that the people in Phoenix City know Feng Jiu'er, but many people still don't know Little Cherry.
"Yes." Feng Jiuer nodded, glanced at the people next to him, and moved forward.
The three women sat under a small pavilion along the lake, and the two women brought them tea and cakes respectively.
The lantern festival is set up around most of the lake.
The place where Feng Jiuer and the others were located was the most prosperous area, with wide streets, several restaurants and two inns.
Sitting under the pavilion by the lake, Feng Jiuer could still clearly see the figure of her man.
It seems that if the lanterns here are hung up, the lanterns will be hung all the way to the other side of the lake.
Feng Jiuer also chose to come here to rest because she could see a long stretch of street.
She is enslaving the Ninth Prince, how dare she run around?
"General Feng, General Qiao, Miss Cherry, please use it slowly!" A table of pastries was spread out, and the woman looked at the three people sitting down with a smile.
"Excuse me!" Feng Jiuer bowed her hands to the two women in front of her.
The two women smiled and turned to leave.
Even though they were far away from the Ninth Prince, Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying hardly took their eyes off Zhan Qingcheng.
"Jiu'er, you're so good! You actually dare to ask Lord Nine to do something." Little Cherry looked back when she smelled the sweet smell of pastries.
"I just said, there is no one except her." Qiao Mu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
Her eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng again, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and sighed lightly.
"In the past, I definitely wouldn't have believed that man was the Ninth Prince. It's unbelievable."
"That's right." Xiaoying took a bite of the pastry and her eyes fell on Zhan Qingcheng.
"However, the Ninth Prince is the Ninth Prince, and he is so handsome even hanging a lantern, tsk tsk... so handsome!"
