Chapter 1297 The Old Ones Don't Go, The New Ones Don't Come
"It's okay, don't be afraid!" Xiaoying, who was still holding Qiao Mu, looked back at Xiaonu, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you can come out now."
Xiao Nu looked at Little Cherry, pursed her lips, shook her head, bent down and bowed her head: "Thank you very much! Thank you!"
After she bowed her head three times, her hoarse voice continued: "The castle master hasn't released the slave yet. I'd better wait, Miss Lao, for your trouble."
Little Cherry then remembered that she had done something that seemed beyond her ability, but seeing how pitiful the little slave was, she couldn't help but meddle in her own business.
At this time, a brother outside ran in.
"The castle master has an order to release the slave." He looked at the prison guard and ordered.
"Yes." The prison guard looked at the slave and waved his hand, "Did you hear that? It's the castle master who said to let you go."
The little slave was blessed and followed the prison guard outside for a few steps before stopping again.
She knelt down and clicked her head three more times before following the jailer and leaving.
The brothers who came in looked at the three people sitting on the ground, and their attitude instantly became respectful.
"You three girls, the castle master asked me to come in to see what you need."
Feng Jiuer, who closed her eyes, withdrew the palm that fell on Qiao Mu, and together with Little Cherry, helped Qiao Mu up.
"Just provide them with good food and drinks. Send them to our place. We should have a good rest." Feng Jiuer waved her hand and said.
"Yes, Miss Feng." Brother nodded and ordered.
"I'm fine, just go by yourself." Qiao Mu retracted his hand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
She stretched, took a long breath, and gently patted Feng Jiuer's shoulder.
"However, with the supply of your inner strength, I feel like I have made a profit."
"For me, this is just a piece of cake, don't take it to heart." Feng Jiuer also looked happy.
No matter what, it is still a happy thing to solve the case.
People cannot be resurrected, and no one can change what has happened. They can only help and do what they can.
The three women and one man returned to the wing, and soon the people in the castle brought them a fine dinner.
The person who brought the slave in was the captain of the South Gate.
He looked at the people sitting around the table and bowed his hands respectfully.
"Miss Feng, the castle master asked, do you want to change your room to a larger one?"
"No need." Feng Jiuer waved her hand and said, "Put it all down, there is no need to wait."
"Yes." Captain Nanmen nodded and looked back.
Several slaves holding trays immediately moved forward and placed the prepared meals on the table one by one.
The captain of the South Gate stood up and continued: "Miss Feng, please don't worry. The castle master has ordered the masters of each pavilion to take special care of your people."
"The Lord of the Fort said that in addition to providing good food and drink, as long as your people have any requirements, we in Nanman Fort will satisfy them."
"The Lord of the Castle means that everyone should try their best to cooperate with Miss Feng's affairs and try to reduce the time you spend here."
"We will also take care of Miss Feng's brothers outside the castle, so Miss Feng can just work with peace of mind."
Feng Jiuer's mind was originally on the delicious meal, but Captain Nanmen's words seemed quite attractive, so she was willing to look back.
"So, not bad!" She raised her eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of her lips, "Then tell the castle master that I, Feng Jiu'er, am very grateful for his help."
"Okay." Captain Nanmen looked at Feng Jiu'er and bowed, "Then I won't disturb Miss Feng anymore. Please use it slowly."
The captain of the South Gate led the people away and closed the door.
"Jiu'er, you're welcome." After working all day, Little Cherry's stomach growled with hunger.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she picked up the chopsticks, her hand was hit by Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu rolled his eyes at Little Cherry, took out a silver needle, and probed every dish.
"Sorry! I was careless." Little Cherry looked at them and scratched her head.
"Qiao Mu has done a good job. You must be on guard against others. You must remember this at any time." Feng Jiuer picked up the chopsticks and picked up a prawn.
"There are actually some shrimps. I really need to replenish them today."
When she was about to put the shrimp into her mouth and nibble on the shell, someone held her hand holding the chopsticks.
Feng Jiuer turned her head and glanced at Jianyi beside her, then took the initiative to pick up the shelled shrimp and put it down.
"Jianyi, thank you!" Feng Jiuer picked up the bowl and filled up the shrimps that Jianyi handed over.
"The person who hates peeling shells the most but loves eating shrimp the most is Jiu'er." Xiao Yingying said with a smile.
"What are you afraid of? There are so many people who want to peel her shells." Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows and picked up the chopsticks.
Little Cherry saw that Feng Jiuer's movement of picking shrimps became stiffer, so she immediately stretched out her foot and kicked Qiao Mu.
Qiao Mu glanced at her in pain, and his eyes quickly fell on Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer just froze for a moment, then reacted, picked up the shrimp and put it in her mouth.
"It's very fresh, not bad!" She shrugged, closed her eyes, and said with enjoyment.
"Little Cherry, why are you kicking me?" Qiao Mu retracted his gaze from Feng Jiuer and glanced at Little Cherry.
"Jiu'er has been fine for a long time. The old one won't go and the new one won't come. Jiu'er, are you right?"
Before Feng Jiuer had a chance to speak, Qiao Mu continued: "Besides, you see, Jian Yi is not much uglier than the Ninth Prince."
"From now on, the boys will be handsome and the girls will be beautiful, I can guarantee that! Don't worry."
"Qiao Mu." Feng Jiuer looked at Qiao Mu and squinted her eyes, "Don't force me to feed you shrimp shells!"
"Jiu'er, when will you give me a baby?" Jian Yi asked with a smile, and put the second shrimp into Feng Jiu'er's bowl.
Feng Jiuer glanced sideways at him, then looked down at the shrimps in her bowl.
"If you want to give birth, just ask Qiao Mu to give birth to you, and I can guarantee that it won't be ugly!"
She glanced at Qiao Mu again, withdrew her gaze, picked up the shrimp and put it in her mouth.
"I am not so lucky." Qiao Mu shook his head and picked up a shrimp himself, "You know, when I eat shrimp, I peel the shells myself."
"I peel it myself too." Little Cherry looked at everyone and smiled happily.
As long as Jiu'er is fine, she will be relieved.
Her eyes fell on Jianyi, and Little Cherry stared at it for a while.
"By the way, the scar on Jian Yi's face seems to be gone. How could it heal so quickly? Jiu'er, have you invented some ointment to remove scars?"
"It's the leftovers you used before." Feng Jiuer responded casually, "I've been so busy these days, how could I have time to do such a thing?"
"Little Cherry's scar can be removed, but Jianyi's scar is nothing." Qiao Mu said it very casually.
Unexpectedly, the breath of the person next to her seemed to have suddenly dropped.
Qiao Mu looked sideways at Little Cherry and asked softly: "Still thinking about that matter?"
Little Cherry pursed her lips and nodded: "Anyway, I will never forget it in this life."
