Although Zhan Qingcheng's current appearance didn't look out of the ordinary, Feng Jiuer was also flustered.
She was just talking casually to prevent him from always keeping a straight face, but she didn't expect him to be so active.
Feng Jiuer, who was holding a teacup, kept her eyes locked on a certain man not far away, and didn't know what to say.
Feng Jiu'er didn't say anything, and Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying's attention soon fell on her.
Qiao Mu coughed slightly, but Feng Jiuer still looked at a certain place for an instant.
Little Cherry and Qiao Mu looked at each other, their expressions were quite good.
"So you are scared too? I thought you were deliberately trying to trick the Ninth Prince." Qiao Mu smiled lightly and took another sip of tea.
"How is that possible?" Feng Jiuer put down the cup casually, without even looking back, "Today is a good day, I just want to make him happy."
"This guy always wants to come here on the same mount as me. There are so many people, so of course I don't agree."
"I didn't expect that even though everyone was here, he still had a sullen expression on his face. I had to say something he liked to hear."
Looking at Zhan Qingcheng again, Feng Jiuer looked back at the person in front of her.
"He's easy to coax, isn't that good? It's okay!"
The person who comforted himself that he was fine picked up his chopsticks, forked a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth.
With the cake still in her mouth, Feng Jiuer turned her eyes and looked towards the street again.
Qiao Mu smiled and also picked up a piece of pastry.
"Yes, the Ninth Prince is very easy to coax." She looked at Feng Jiu'er and raised her eyebrows, "I have never heard anyone say that the Ninth Prince is very easy to coax."
"Yes." The smile on the corner of Little Cherry's mouth never fell, and she seemed to be more happy with the cake in her mouth.
"Didn't we Jiu'er say that? Moreover, the effect is not bad!"
"Ninth Prince, I have been eaten to death by Jiu'er all my life. What other women have to think about can only be fantasy."
"So, I gave up a long time ago." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Mu stuffed a small piece of pastry into his mouth.
It’s not like Feng Jiuer didn’t hear what Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying said.
After swallowing the cake in her mouth, she turned around again.
After glancing at the two of them, she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. She just smiled slightly.
By the end, the smile on Feng Jiuer's face became stronger and stronger, almost making her laugh out loud.
"Look at her, even if she looks like a happy woman, her smile tastes like candy. I'm so envious."
"Yes, I'm so sweet that I have to eat pastries, which makes me a little tired." Little Cherry agreed with a smile.
"If there is a man who can lower his body and do stupid things just because of his own words, I think I will marry him right away."
"Little Cherry, are you showing off to me?" Qiao Mu looked at Little Cherry, her crescent eyebrows slightly raised.
"Obviously, you guessed it right." Feng Jiuer whispered with a smile.
Little Cherry raised her eyes to look at Qiao Mu, then at Feng Jiu'er, and frowned slightly.
"I don't have any. How can I show off? I really don't have any. I'm really envious, okay?"
"Look." Qiao Mu looked at Xiaotao, his eyes fell on Feng Jiuer, and shook his head, "It seems that we will have nothing in common in the future."
"As soon as you two sit down, you say, man, I have nothing to say, just go away alone."
"Qiao Mu, what nonsense are you talking about? I really didn't mean that." Little Cherry retorted in a low voice.
"Who knows? Anyway, I am the only one who has pity on me." Qiao Mu shook his head and sighed lightly.
"Qiao Mu." Little Cherry called again.
Feng Jiuer seemed to have caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and glanced sideways.
"Qiao Mu, don't bully Little Cherry, otherwise someone will not be able to spare you."
As soon as Feng Jiuer finished speaking, Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying raised their eyes and looked at the place where they came in.
Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows and did not dare to speak anymore.
Little Cherry withdrew her gaze, looked at the two of them, and lowered her head.
"He and I are not the same, stop talking nonsense."
"Little Cherry, Xing Zizhou is here, didn't you say you miss him?" Feng Jiuer ignored Little Cherry's words, looked at Xing Zizhou and raised her eyebrows lightly.
Feng Jiuer knew very well that Xiao Yingtao and Xing Zizhou would be very happy together, and at the same time, she could also see what Xiao Yingying was thinking.
This pair can't escape
"Jiu'er." When Little Cherry looked up with a blushing face, Xing Zizhou had already arrived in front of them.
Xing Zizhou was very happy when he saw the girl sitting facing him blushing slightly.
"Jiu'er, Qiao Mu, hello!" The man in a happy mood even spoke a little incoherently.
"Okay." Feng Jiuer nodded with a smile, "You came as soon as Little Cherry mentioned you."
"Qiao Mu, do you think this is telepathy?"
"Of course." Qiao Mu nodded with a smile.
"You..." Little Cherry looked at everyone, her face even redder, "Where can I be? It's obviously you..."
Xing Zizhou came to Xiaoying's side, and before she could finish her words, he took her little hand.
"Little Cherry, come with me, I'll give you a surprise."
After holding Little Cherry's hand, Xing Zizhou was not going to let go.
Little Cherry stood up, raised her eyes and stared at Xing Zizhou: "Where are you going?"
"You'll know when you get there." Xing Zizhou gave Little Cherry a smile as warm as the spring breeze in March, and led her away.
"There is no need to come back before dawn." Feng Jiuer looked at the two people passing by and said with a smile.
"Jiu'er, what did you say?"
Before Little Cherry could finish complaining, she was taken away by Xing Zizhou.
Soon, it became quiet under the pavilion.
Feng Jiuer glanced at the man further away from her, stood up, and filled a cup of tea.
"I'll bring him some tea, excuse me."
Without waiting for Qiao Mu's response, Feng Jiuer put the cap on the cup, picked up the cup, turned and left.
There is only one tree left, and one person is sitting under the pavilion, blowing the cold wind, and thinking alone.
"Sure enough, I'm the only one who's so pitiful!" She put down the cup and sighed again.
When Feng Jiuer passed by, Zhan Qingcheng had just hung several lanterns in his hands at the corresponding positions.
When the man turned back to look at her, Feng Jiuer handed over the cup in her hands.
"Thank you for your hard work, this is your reward."
Zhan Qingcheng took the cup, opened the cap, and took a sip of tea.
After taking the cup handed back by the man, Feng Jiuer looked around.
Meeting everyone's pleading eyes, she nodded with a smile, and her eyes returned to Zhan Qingcheng.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, why don't you take a rest for a while? I have delicious pastries over there. I'm sure you'll like them too."
The people nearby were looking at Feng Jiu'er with gratitude.
It's not that they weren't happy for the Ninth Prince to help, it's just that everyone present was extremely nervous to ask the Ninth Prince to do such a trivial matter.
Even the Twelve Riders of the Flying Dragon are almost out in force, and there are many experts helping to put up the lanterns. Who can still do a good job?
