"Okay." Xing Zizhou nodded. When he turned around, he saw Little Cherry looking at the person on the bed for a moment.
He pursed his lips lightly, stretched out his big palm and stroked her back: "Jiu'er said it's okay, don't worry."
Little Cherry pursed her lips, nodded, and gently grabbed Xing Zizhou's sleeves.
Xing Zizhou lowered his eyes and glanced at her little hand holding his, and his face looked slightly better.
Holding her hand, Xing Zizhou took Xiao Yingtao and left.
More than a quarter of an hour later, both Qiao Mu and Xue Gu appeared in Di Feimu's wing.
Ye Luosha and Di Ji's thoughts were all on Di Feimu, neither of them said anything, and everything followed Feng Jiu'er's arrangements.
Several people continued to take turns healing Di Feimu Yungong, even Feng Jiuer was no exception.
In the blink of an eye, most of the day passed, and night fell again.
What is gratifying is that Di Feimu's complexion has indeed improved a lot.
When it was approaching Hai time, Feng Jiuer had just performed acupuncture on Di Feimu and put away the silver needles.
Di Ji went over and took Di Wuya's place.
Di Wuya walked up behind Feng Jiuer and took her somewhat cold hand.
"Let's go have dinner first." His voice was a bit deep.
Throughout the whole day and night, everyone took turns to rest, but Feng Jiuer was the only one who kept busy.
Except for before lunch, when she went out to have breakfast, she hardly touched any water during the rest of the time.
"Don't worry, let me check Mu Mu's wound first." Feng Jiuer took back her palm from Di Wuya's hand.
Seeing that Di Feimu was getting better, she was happier than anyone else. How could she care about how pale her face was? The blood on her face had already dried up.
"Let me take care of his wounds." Qiao Mu walked over and said softly.
"you……"
"Just let Qiao Mu come. You can eat now." Xue Gu couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Feng Jiu'er.
No matter how kind Jiu'er was to the two brothers, there was no guarantee that Di Ji and Ye Luosha would accept her. Xue Gu was feeling sullen, but she didn't know how to express it.
The little girl's personality is exactly the same as her mother's, so how can she be dissuaded by herself?
"No, Qiao Mu is too rude. I'll take care of it and go out to eat right away." Feng Jiuer looked at Di Feimu and smiled lightly.
Di Wuya had been paying attention to Feng Jiu'er, so of course he could catch her fleeting smile.
"Girl, he..." Di Wuya's voice sounded in Feng Jiu'er's ears.
"Unless he gives up on his own, there will be no problem." Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at Di Wuya, her voice low.
"Let them all go back and rest. Don't worry, go and rest."
In less than ten hours, Di Feimu's condition improved a lot. Feng Jiuer, who had been holding on to his heart all day and night, was finally able to truly let go.
No matter how soft Feng Jiuer's voice was, Di Ji and Ye Luosha could still hear it.
"Since Mu'er's life is no longer in danger, you can go back and rest after treating his wounds." Di Ji said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I can just stay with Mu'er, and you can all go back." Ye Luosha also issued an eviction order.
"In that case, Aunt Xue, let's go there first." Qiao Mu coughed lightly, his attitude was very ordinary.
Qiao Mu didn't intend to go out of his way to please such an ungrateful person.
She was not Jiu'er, and the other person who helped save people was Di Feimu. She was only following Jiu'er's orders, and she definitely did not want to get closer to the two people behind her.
Seeing that Xue Gu was still looking at Feng Jiu'er, with a worried look in her eyes, Qiao Mu turned around and came to her.
"Don't worry! Prince Jiu is here and he will send Jiu'er back safely."
Xue Gu withdrew her gaze, looked at her, and nodded.
"Let's go, it's getting late." Without saying a word, Xue Gu turned and left.
Qiao Mu turned back to look at Di Wuya and Feng Jiu'er. Finally, without saying anything, he turned around and followed Xue Gu's footsteps.
Feng Jiuer ignored them and carefully untied the cotton cloth tied to Di Feimu's body.
She examined Di Feimu's wound, disinfected it, applied medicine, and bandaged the wound again. Every movement was meticulous and she did not try to imitate others.
Even if Di Wuya tried to help her, he was so disliked that he couldn't do anything.
It was half an hour later that the wound was treated.
Feng Jiu'er had just packed up her things and washed her hands when Ye Luosha pushed Di Ji closer.
"Wuya, take Jiu'er back to rest. Your foster father and I are here, so don't worry."
Di Wuya didn't respond, his eyes were always on Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer wiped her hands and went over to sit next to Di Feimu.
After giving him a brief examination, she stood up with confidence.
"How?" Di Wuya asked softly.
"It's okay." Feng Jiuer nodded.
Not wanting to conflict with Emperor Ji or Ye Luosha here, Feng Jiuer went over and packed up his needle bag.
Carrying her small medicine box on her back, she looked back at Di Wuya.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, Mu Mu's situation has stabilized for the time being, but we should not be careless in the future."
"If you have a fever tonight, it's best for someone to come find me. Life is at stake, so don't act out of emotion."
Feng Jiuer gave some unreasonable instructions, took her medicine box and turned around to leave.
After finally saving Mu Mu's life, she was really worried that death would come to him again.
If it were to happen again, Feng Jiuer wasn't sure whether she would have such perseverance.
It is undeniable that it is indeed a miracle that Mu Mu survived this time.
Di Wuya didn't respond, but looked back at Di Ji.
Emperor Ji nodded and waved his hand.
Di Wuya strode to follow Feng Jiuer's footsteps and took her medicine box from her hand.
Feng Jiuer had thought that her man would follow her, so she gave him instructions before leaving.
She glanced at Di Wuya, said nothing, and continued to move forward.
The two left the main hall and walked on the road with lanterns hanging on both sides.
Yu Jingfeng and his brothers followed behind. In order not to disturb them, they did not dare to get too close.
The slow spring breeze blew against my face with moisture, and it was a bit bitingly cold.
Feng Jiuer raised her head and faced the cold wind and moved forward, her pale face slowly returning to rosy.
Di Wuya moved forward and held her thin body in his arms.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath of the biting cold wind and turned her head to meet the man's gaze.
"You don't doubt me at all? The spices that night were a bit strong. You must have felt a little uncomfortable after you woke up, right?"
Di Wuya did not respond to this boring question. He took Feng Jiuer's hands and rubbed them gently.
Suddenly, he picked up Feng Jiu'er and buried her whole body under his robe as much as possible.
"Girl, thank you!"
Feng Jiuer relaxed her body and mind on the man's strong arms and raised her eyes to look at him.
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for saving him, thank you for never caring about their rudeness to you." Di Wuya's soft voice sounded.
Feng Jiuer nestled in his arms and didn't feel cold at all.
Di Wuya curled his lips slightly and lowered his eyes.
"From now on, you can always argue and seek justice for your husband."
