"Jiu'er, are you snickering?" Little Cherry looked at Feng Jiu'er, her crescent eyebrows slightly raised, "Are you thinking about your husband?"
"But if it were me, and there were so many husbands, and each one was more beautiful than the last, and each one was more capable than the last, I would definitely laugh."
Little Cherry smiled and looked away, looking ahead, as if forgetting that there was Xing Zizhou behind her.
Feng Jiuer slowed down and looked back.
Seeing Xing Zizhou's face like this, she knew that Xing Zizhou had heard Xiao Yingying's words.
Feng Jiuer simply stopped and let Xing Zizhou go first.
Qiao Mu also stopped, looking like he was waiting for a good show.
In Xing Zizhou's eyes, there seemed to be only the little cherry standing forward.
He passed Feng Jiu'er and Jian Yi, moved forward, and came to Little Cherry.
Little Cherry seemed to feel a different atmosphere, so she restrained her pride and looked sideways.
Under the gaze of everyone, the frightened Little Cherry was taken away by Xing Zizhou before she could react.
It wasn't until Little Cherry almost disappeared that Feng Jiuer coughed slightly: "So, people who have husbands really shouldn't talk nonsense."
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed Jianyi forward.
"Miss Feng, are you talking about yourself?" Qiao Mu looked at her and raised her crescent eyebrows, and followed her forward.
Feng Jiuer just glanced at her and didn't respond.
On both sides of the street, there are either shops or stalls, which are very lively.
Without the little cherries chirping here, everyone's attention is on both sides of the street.
Seeing the stall selling rouge, Feng Jiuer waved her hand and walked over with her sword in hand.
"Miss Feng, do you also need rouge?" Qiao Mu came to Feng Jiuer's side and squatted down.
"Every girl should know this, unless you are a man." Feng Jiuer said something to Qiao Mu and picked up a bottle of rouge.
Women love beauty, and this will not change with the changes of the times. She has long wanted to start Rouge's business, but it is a pity that she really can't spare the time.
When things finally settle down one day, Feng Jiuer won't be able to ignore Rouge's affairs.
"You two ladies, look around as you like." The vendor sat on a small low chair with a smile on his face.
Today, no matter who you are, as long as you appear at the lantern festival, you will be happy.
On the annual reunion night, everyone puts aside their worries and has a good time together. Why not be happy?
What's more, the Ninth Prince is presiding over this lantern festival. Thinking of this, the people can wake up laughing from their sleep for several days.
Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu looked at several stalls of rouge and gained a lot.
Every time Jianyi was thrown aside, he didn't care, and his expression never changed.
Zhao Xiaoxiao quickly came over and played with Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.
Zhao Yusheng and Tuoba Keyan almost always stood behind each other, and rarely spoke.
We walked all the way and arrived near the stage. It was already a quarter of an hour.
Long Shiyi, who was in charge of guarding, saw Feng Jiuer and immediately went to greet her.
"Miss Jiu'er, I finally see you."
"Why do you say it as if you are waiting for me?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and smiled slightly.
"Isn't this right?" Long Shiyi waved his hand, "Miss Jiuer, please! Your seat is in front."
Looking at Long Shiyi who was a bit abnormal, Feng Jiuer frowned slightly.
Normally, Long Shiyi wouldn't say he disrespected her, but he didn't bow like he did now.
Feng Jiuer heard it right, he said "you", not "you".
In an open place, near the inn, a large stage was set up.
The stage is very high, and even Feng Jiuer can see it from such a distance.
Following Long Shiyi forward, Feng Jiuer slowly saw something about the situation in front of the stage. There were too many people, and she was already short, so there was nothing she could do about it.
In front of the stage, there are many chairs uniformly covered with red cloth.
At this moment, many people were already sitting on the chairs, and the open space behind the chairs was full of people.
Long Shiyi walked along the outside of the crowd, keeping some distance away, guarding his brothers.
It seemed that the road had been specially cleared. There must be other important people coming besides them.
"Is the Ninth Prince coming?" Feng Jiuer stepped forward and asked in a low voice.
"Not yet." Long Shiyi responded with a smile and waved his hand.
Feng Jiuer half-squinted her eyes and continued to move forward.
There were too many people, and she couldn't even fully see what was happening on the stage, let alone off the stage.
Looking straight ahead, Feng Jiuer could see that the road led to the stage, so she must be sitting very far in front.
Sure enough, Feng Jiuer and others were arranged to the front row of chairs, and even Xiao Yingying and Xing Zizhou came over.
Feng Jiuer was not surprised by this arrangement.
It's just that, sitting at the head of the crowd, she didn't dare to look back.
There was no Nine Emperors Uncle around, not even Ye Luosha, Di Ji and those people had come yet.
It was very lively in the back, with officials and people almost all in place.
"Jiu'er, are there really many people?" Little Cherry took Jian Yi's seat and sat next to Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at her and said softly: "What are you nervous about? Isn't your man guarding you?"
If you didn't look at it, you wouldn't know that when these two guys came back, Jian Yi didn't know where they had arranged them.
Passing over Xiaoyingtao and Xing Zizhou, Feng Jiuer finally saw Jian Yi and Zhao Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the other side of him and staring at him eagerly.
Zhao Xiaoxiao never hides his emotions. Feng Jiuer has known about this for a long time.
After getting along for a period of time, Feng Jiuer felt that Zhao Xiaoxiao was not bad, or even good.
How could she possibly know what Jian Yi was thinking? She just hoped that this lonely man would find a suitable wife for him as soon as possible, so that he would not be alone all the time.
Not long after everyone sat down, Leng Yue pushed Emperor Ji onto the stage, followed by Ye Luosha and Elder Shi.
The brothers on the stage immediately stepped forward to greet him.
Feng Jiuer just glanced at the stage and then looked away.
The person she wanted to wait for had not yet appeared, and other people who had nothing to do with her could not affect her mood.
"By the way, will your man wear the clothes you specially designed for him tonight?" Qiao Mu was worried that Feng Jiuer was in a bad mood and asked specifically.
Even Qiao Mu himself didn't want to see people like Ye Luosha and Di Ji, let alone Jiu'er?
"Impossible!" Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at Qiao Mu, "The clothes are indeed a bit fancy. He just said yes and threw them aside without even trying them on."
Although she pushed him out today, it was a fact that his clothes were left behind.
"No way?" Qiao Mu frowned, "The clothes are not bad, whether you wear them or not depends on the decision of the Ninth Prince."
Glancing at Feng Jiu'er, Qiao Mu continued: "And I think the Ninth Prince has no reason not to wear it, and he doesn't worry about you being sad?"
"If our Miss Feng says, "If you don't want to wear it, I will give it to other men. Even if it is rags, the Ninth Prince will wear them immediately."
