"Who cares?" Little Cherry pursed her lips and put the square scarf in her hand back on the table in front of Xing Zizhou.
Xing Zizhou picked up the scarf and held it in his palm, with a happy smile on his face.
Even a blind man could tell that these two people were unusual, and so could Zhao Xiaoxiao.
She looked at Little Cherry, then at Xing Zizhou, and finally her eyes fell on Little Cherry.
"Little Cherry, it turns out that you and Xing Zizhou are a couple? Brother Xing Zizhou is also good-looking, congratulations." Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them and cupped his hands.
Little Cherry met Zhao Xiaoxiao's eyes, and her already red face suddenly turned even redder.
"Xiaoxiao, that's not the case. Don't talk nonsense."
Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at her and blinked: "Am I talking nonsense?"
When her eyes came to Xing Zizhou, she asked again: "Brother Xing Zizhou, did I say something wrong?"
"Yes, very good." Xing Zizhou responded with a smile.
Little Cherry turned her head and glanced at Xing Zizhou, her pink lips murmuring again.
"Okay, don't laugh at our little cherry. This guy is very thin-skinned." Feng Jiuer looked at everyone and raised her eyebrows lightly.
"Anyway, the good news is not far away. Just wait patiently."
Little Cherry was originally very grateful to Feng Jiuer, but she didn't expect that she would add an extra sentence at the end.
Looking at Feng Jiu'er, she frowned slightly.
"What good news? There is no good news."
As soon as she finished speaking, Little Cherry pursed her lips, hugged a bowl of porridge, and didn't want to pay attention to it anymore.
"What's the good news?" Suddenly, a voice that no one dared to ignore came over.
However, the voice is very nice, especially to a certain woman. It is said that the Ninth Prince's voice can make her pregnant.
"Nine Princes." Qiao Mu stood up when he saw the man approaching.
Then Little Cherry, Xing Zizhou, Zhao Yusheng, and Zhao Xiaoxiao all stood up.
"Nine Princes." Everyone shouted almost in unison.
The other servants and maids all stepped aside, bent down, and whispered: "Ninth Prince."
Zhan Qingcheng was wearing black clothes today, and even his robes were all black.
This was completely different from Mu Mu standing next to him.
Two brothers, one dressed in black and the other in white, both look perfect, making people fall in love with them just by looking at them.
Whether it's Zhan Qingcheng or Mu Mu, they are both uniquely handsome men.
Whether it is appearance or breath, the two of them look alike, with a hint of coldness in the beauty.
However, both of them have their own characteristics, and it is still easy to tell them apart.
Feng Jiuer would sometimes fight against Mu Mu.
He obviously has perfect looks, but because there is a 100% handsome man next to him, he is forced to stay at the 99% line.
Zhan Qingcheng waved his hand and walked towards Feng Jiu'er.
Qiao Mu looked at the people who were coming, hugged his bowl with interest, took out a square towel and wiped the table, turned around and left.
If she had known that Lord Nine was coming, how could she sit next to Feng Jiu'er? She was simply asking for trouble.
Seeing the addition of Ninth Prince and General Mu, the servant immediately prepared two more positions.
After Zhan Qingcheng and Mu Mu sat down, everyone sat down.
Qiao Mu hugged his things and sat down at the remaining spot.
Today, the Ninth Prince seems to be in a good mood, and everyone feels at ease and continues to eat.
After Zhan Qingcheng settled down, the servants gave him bowls.
"Ninth Prince, please use it slowly." The servant bowed and retreated.
"Why are you here?" Feng Jiuer glanced at the person beside him and asked with raised eyebrows.
Zhan Qingcheng stretched out his long arm and put it gently on her small shoulders.
"What's wrong with coming over to have breakfast with your wife?"
As soon as the Ninth Prince finished speaking, several people at the table accidentally choked.
Feng Jiuer didn't bother to pay attention to these people who were gloating about their misfortune, and glanced at Zhan Qingcheng calmly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is not only better at fighting than others, but now he even improves a lot in speaking."
"Madam, how do you say this?" Zhan Qingcheng looked at the girl beside him, and the corner of his mouth raised a curve that confused all living beings.
"You know it just by looking at it." Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not easy to be so serious when you are obviously talking nonsense."
As soon as she finished speaking, she shook her head and sighed lightly.
Zhan Qingcheng was not affected by Feng Jiuer's words. He gently patted her shoulder and retracted his arm.
The key is that if the little girl doesn't resist the pressure, he won't let her go.
Feng Jiuer frowned slightly and did not dare to look sideways.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Nine Emperors today not only smiled as if he had eaten honey, but also picked up the bowls and chopsticks by himself.
He actually didn't need her to serve him.
Seeing that there was an extra piece of pastry in her bowl, Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and glanced sideways.
Meeting the man's gaze, she blinked.
"Eat." Zhan Qingcheng dropped the word softly, and his eyes fell on the meal, wondering what he had put in it.
Seeing the self-sufficient movements of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Jiuer calmed down, looked away, and picked up his bowl.
Just when she raised her eyes, she found many pairs of eyes looking over her, and she coughed lightly.
Glancing at the gossipers, Feng Jiuer lowered her head and started eating.
With him by her side, she could still have a good meal, but this opportunity was running out.
After a while, someone came in from outside.
The position where Feng Jiuer was sitting was almost facing the way in.
Seeing that it was Ye Rakshasa, she "gurgled" and reluctantly swallowed the porridge in her mouth.
Feng Jiuer was eating a little anxiously, and Feng Jiuer coughed twice unconsciously.
"Are you okay?" Jian tilted his head and asked softly.
But, it seems that with that man around, it's not his turn to care about Jiu'er.
Just as Feng Jiuer coughed, Zhan Qingcheng put down the bowl in his hand and stretched out his palm to gently caress her back.
"Slower."
His voice is magnetic and soft, making everyone who hears it feel like a spring breeze. Let alone others, even Feng Jiuer may not be able to hear it easily.
Feng Jiuer looked sideways at Zhan Qingcheng and shook her head.
"I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed his arm.
"So you are all here." Ye Luosha came to everyone and said softly.
"Ajiu, your adoptive father asked me to measure you so that you can make new clothes. My tailor also brought Mu'er over."
"I didn't find you, but I heard that Jiu'er is more lively, so I came over."
When his eyes fell on Feng Jiu'er, Ye Luosha's expression was quite gentle.
"Since the three of you are here, I don't need to make an extra trip. Everyone, go ahead. I'll wait in the courtyard for a while."
No one needed to respond, Ye Luosha turned around and walked to the other side.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at Ye Luosha's back, with her beautiful crescent eyebrows, and frowned again.
Three people? Who are they referring to? Could it be said that Ye Luosha also wants to make new clothes for her?
Feng Jiuer didn't know why. Even though he didn't mean any harm, she still felt a little eerie.
