Qiao Mu's move was not within Feng Jiu'er's expectation. When she reacted, all she could see was the road made of stones.
"What are you doing?" Feng Jiuer frowned, got off Qiao Mu's shoulders, and stood firmly back on the ground.
Qiao Mu just let go of her, but hugged her again: "Jiu'er, I'm worried about you, it's nothing."
She patted Feng Jiu'er's back gently before letting her go with satisfaction.
"I said it's okay, what are you worried about?" Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Qiao Mu, "By the way, is breakfast ready? I'm starving!"
Qiao Mu blinked and shook his head: "I haven't given any orders yet, go now."
After saying a word, Qiao Mu turned his eyes, looked at a brother, and waved.
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and took a look, then continued walking forward.
"Miss Jiu'er." Yu Jingfeng came forward with a look of relief.
"We found the medicinal materials." Feng Jiuer took out a packet of medicine from her arms and stuffed it into Yu Jingfeng's hand.
"That's not it." She shook her head and took out another pack of medicine.
Yu Jingfeng suddenly had five or six packets of medicine in his hand.
"This is this pack. The others are the medicines he will use to regulate his body later on. Don't lose them. I paid for this with my life."
Feng Jiuer stuffed the last packet of medicine in Yu Jingfeng's arms and realized that she had brought so many medicines back.
What she said was not an exaggeration at all. Now that she was back safely, she didn't know if her trip last night had brought any trouble to her uncle.
"Hurry and get ready! It's time to change the bath water." Feng Jiuer waved her hand and raised her eyes to look at the rising sun.
No matter how dark the night is, when the sun rises, the world is still bright.
Mom definitely doesn't want to see her unhappy. Once the Nine Emperor Gods are more stable, they can start to fight back.
Ye Xuening, it's time to repay everything you owe to the Di family and the Long family.
Feng Jiuer looked at Churi, feeling warm in her heart. At this moment, she felt as if she saw Long Feiyan looking at her in the sky.
Mother, don't worry! She will be fine, and Ye Xuening won't be able to be so powerful for long.
A girl smiled in the sunshine, even though her face was a bit pale, her piercing eyes brought endless hope to people.
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes, took a deep breath, looked away, and moved forward.
She only took a few steps before she stopped walking.
"Jiu'er." Qiao Mu finished his instructions, came to her side, and stopped.
"Miss Jiuer, everything that happened in the past was all my fault. I hope you don't blame Wuya." Di Ji, who had knelt down at some point, said softly.
"Thanks to you these days."
Ye Luosha did not kneel down, but stood beside Di Ji, his eyes also on Feng Jiu'er.
"No matter what Wuya's situation is, since you have brought the medicinal materials back, the grudge between the Di family and the Long family has been wiped out."
"As for what we both owe you, as long as you say it, we are willing to do it."
"Now I just want to kill Ye Xuening." Feng Jiuer calmed down and continued to move forward.
She came to Di Ji and stopped: "You are the uncle of Nine Emperors and Mu Mu, and also my elder. Get up."
"I said, your legs are not incurable, but I don't have the time now. I'll wait until we kill Ye Xuening together."
"His Royal Highness, I can just watch here. The war may start again soon, so don't waste time here."
"Get up." Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and reminded again.
Emperor Feimu went over and helped Emperor Ji up.
Feng Jiuer didn't say anything more and walked into the side room.
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Within three days, the city gate was breached by the enemy, and the Longwu Army was forced to withdraw again.
Di Wuya's condition is getting better every day, but there is no sign of waking up.
Just when the Longwu Army was preparing to evacuate for the third time, Feng Jiuer received letters from Zhao Yusheng and Jian Yi almost at the same time.
That night, Feng Jiuer returned to Di Wuya's wing and sat next to him.
She held his hand and placed it at the door of her heart: "Uncle Nine Emperors, can you hear me?"
"If you don't wake up, I will go on an expedition. When the time comes, it won't be so easy for you to see me."
Unfortunately, the person on the bed still had his eyes closed, and it seemed that he could not listen to her words.
Suddenly, the door of the wing was knocked by someone from outside.
Di Feimu opened the door and walked in.
Feng Jiuer looked back, stood up, and frowned: "Are you injured?"
Di Feimu didn't respond. He pulled up a chair and sat down not far from the bed.
Feng Jiuer didn't ask any more questions, went over to take the medicine box and came to Di Feimu's side.
She took the scissors and cut the fabric on Di Feimu's arms.
Di Feimu's knife wound appeared in front of Feng Jiuer.
"The wound is very deep, don't move." Feng Jiuer quickly treated his wound.
Disinfect, apply medicine, and bandage.
Feng Jiuer put the things in her hands away, and when she turned around, she realized that Di Feimu's face was getting paler.
"Mu Mu, you..." Feng Jiuer looked at him with a worried look on his face, "Where else are you injured?"
Di Feimu looked at Feng Jiu'er for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her into his arms.
Judging from his breath, Feng Jiuer was sure that Di Feimu had hurt more than just his arm.
She carefully pushed his shoulder and whispered: "Where is it hurt? Show me quickly."
Di Feimu didn't respond, and he held Feng Jiu'er harder and harder.
"Mu Mu, you are injured, please show me quickly, okay?" Feng Jiuer became increasingly anxious.
Di Feimu still didn't respond and still held her.
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and said in a much lower tone: "Di Feimu, if you fall down at this time, who will lead the brothers to fight?"
Di Feimu suddenly coughed, and his breath became confused again.
He avoided Feng Jiuer's gaze and put his head on her neck.
"Are you vomiting blood?" Feng Jiuer hugged his shoulders and carefully tried to push him away.
However, Di Feimu had a lot of strength, and Feng Jiuer could not push him away without using force.
"Mu Mu, please..."
"Jiu'er, let me hug you." Di Feimu's voice was a little hoarse, interrupting Feng Jiu'er's words.
Feng Jiuer looked sideways at him, her heart aching a little.
Uncle Nine Emperors was his backer, and now even Uncle Nine Emperors has collapsed. It's too tiring for him to support himself alone, isn't he?
Mu Mu is different from Nine Emperors Uncle. Nine Emperors Uncle has been the head coach ten years ago. Mu Mu's experience in marching and fighting is far less than Nine Emperors Uncle.
Moreover, it seemed that during this period, Feng Jiuer also ignored Mu Mu's feelings.
She lost her own mother, so why not Mu Mu?
His mother was gone, his third brother was gone, and his only eldest brother was still in a coma. The burden of the imperial family suddenly fell on Mu Mu's shoulders.
An emperor is no longer difficult to deal with, and now there is an unfathomable eighth prince, and Ye Xuening, who has been plotting for so many years.
How easy is it to rely solely on Mu Mu’s strength?
