"I don't have a chance, who has a chance?" Suddenly, a man's voice came from outside, "Girl, open the door."
The three women sitting in the hall looked at each other and stood up.
Feng Jiuer coughed lightly, put down the clothes in her hands, and walked out.
Little Cherry and Qiao Mu hurriedly picked up the clothes they were about to take away. The master was here, could they not move a place for him?
Feng Jiuer came to the main hall door and opened it.
Looking at the charming man outside the door, who even stood more handsome than anyone else, she raised her eyebrows slightly.
"When did Uncle Nine Emperors come over? Could it be that he came here to eavesdrop on us girls chatting about interesting things in the boudoir?"
A maid stepped aside, bent down, and lowered her head.
Zhan Qingcheng just waved his hand and she stepped aside without making any noise.
"As soon as I arrived, I heard someone calling my name." Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl in front of him, curling his lips slightly.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the palace, and his voice continued: "Why, you don't want to invite me to come in and sit down?"
"Of course." Qiao Mu opened the door on the other side and walked out.
"Okay." Little Cherry didn't even raise her head, hugging her clothes and following Qiao Mu's footsteps.
Qiao Mu left, looked at the maid beside him, and waved his hand.
The maid nodded and retreated further to guard.
Before Zhan Qingcheng entered, he and Feng Jiuer were the only two people left inside and outside the palace.
Looking up at the man, Feng Jiuer stepped aside and made room.
"Aren't Uncle Nine Emperors coming in? It's very convenient now."
"Very good." Zhan Qingcheng nodded and walked in.
Feng Jiuer closed the door and went back.
Anyway, when Uncle Nine Emperors is here, the door must be closed. She has already understood his request.
When Feng Jiuer entered, Zhan Qingcheng's attention had already fallen on the clothes on the table.
"Which one of the new clothes you prepared for me?"
"What do you think?" Feng Jiuer came to his side and raised her eyebrows.
"Do you still need to guess?" Zhan Qingcheng took the larger half of two clothes of similar styles into his hands.
Feng Jiuer stared at the clothes in his hand, not daring to speak.
There were some clothes on the table, but now there are only four pieces left, one for women and three for men.
Against the backdrop of the relatively plain clothes of Mu Mu and Jian Yi, the one large and one small clothes of similar styles looked a bit special.
Zhan Qingcheng took his clothes and looked at them carefully for a while.
"Not bad." Finally, he spit out two words.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and finally felt relieved.
"Is it just good? I think it's good."
Taking the clothes from Zhan Qingcheng's hand, Feng Jiuer admired them with a proud expression.
Originally, she really just wanted to try it, but the effect was unexpectedly good.
"Anyway, I like it very much." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and smiled happily.
Zhan Qingcheng lowered his eyes and looked at the little girl beside him, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I like it too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged the woman who was still studying the clothes.
Suddenly her body became light, Feng Jiuer let out a low cry and struggled to get down.
However, Zhan Qingcheng did not give her a chance. He hugged her and went to the inner room.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what...are you going to do?" Feng Jiuer was defeated and could only raise her eyes to look at him.
