Chapter 1687 Phoenix Clan Chapter: What happened to Yu Jingfeng?
Chapter 1687: Phoenix Clan Chapter: What happened to Yu Jingfeng?
Fengjiang took everyone into a restaurant, where food was being arranged.
This was the arrangement he made in advance when he heard the news just now.
In the private room, the large round table is very large, almost full of food, and there are clerks preparing it.
Seeing everyone coming in, the clerks turned around and leaned over to show their respect.
Xiaoying and Yue Qinchun basically rode in the carriage all the way. They were tired for so many days. They spent almost all of the past two days in the carriage, eating and sleeping.
Feng Yinan followed Feng Jiang to pick them up. When Yue Qinchun got off the carriage, he followed him around.
Everyone sat down and the store owner left with the clerk.
"Let's get started, everyone is hungry." Feng Jiang waved his hand and said.
"I want to eat stewed meat." Yue Qinchun was the most rude.
The same goes for the little cherries. There has been nothing delicious for two days. Why are you so polite now?
The difference is that Yue Qinchun will directly act coquettishly towards Feng Yinan and ask him to serve him, but Little Cherry will not.
However, Xing Zizhou's approach will definitely not be worse than Feng Yinan's.
"Did Ajiu really leave the city?" Feng Jiuer took a sip of tea and looked at Feng Jiang beside him.
"Yes." Feng Jiang nodded, "Mao Zhongcai wanted to negotiate a peace, so he went out in person."
"Mao Zhongcai is stationed five miles away from the city gate. I can go there in time after dinner."
"Tell Ajiu, when will we arrive?" Feng Jiuer asked.
"Late at night." Feng Jiang gave her a piece of chicken leg, "It won't be too late to go there when it gets light tomorrow. Have a good rest tonight."
Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything.
Fengjiang turned around and started serving vegetables to Qiao Mu.
"No need." Qiao Mu picked up his bowl and turned slightly sideways, not asking for the chicken legs he brought over.
"Qiaoqiao, didn't you also like to eat chicken legs before?" Fengjiang asked softly.
"I don't like it now." Qiao Mu responded casually.
She ignored it and clipped the duck legs for herself.
Fengjiang looked at the duck legs in her bowl, then at the ones she held between her chopsticks, and pursed her lips.
Qiao Mu put the duck legs into his mouth, and he also put his own chicken legs into his mouth.
The man who was invincible on the battlefield and whose expression remained unchanged in front of thousands of troops, at this moment, looked pampered and tender as water.
Feng Jiuer looked at them from time to time without saying anything, and continued to chew on her chicken legs.
Since the Nine Emperors Uncle didn't know she had arrived, she gave him a surprise.
Because they were hungry, Little Cherry and Yue Qinchun, who usually chattered, didn't speak. The private room was very quiet.
Apart from the sounds of eating, there were only the occasional gentle man's voices.
After dinner, everyone checked into the inn.
As soon as Feng Jiuer entered the wing, she found some clothes and went to take a bath.
When she came out of the screen, she was wearing night clothes.
Feng Jiuer found pen, ink, paper and inkstone, left a line of words, picked up the short knife and put it on her waist, turned around and walked towards the window sill.
After a long time, a petite woman wearing night clothes appeared in the backyard of the inn.
The woman came to the courtyard, chose a black horse, drove the horse, and left.
On the one hand, Feng Jiuer wanted Zhuiyue to rest for a night, but on the other hand, her Zhuiyue was white and it would be easily exposed if she took it out.
Feng Jiuer was preoccupied with finding Di Wuya and didn't pay attention. After she left, a man came out behind a thatched house not far away on a horse.
Jianyi on the horse looked at it quietly for a while.
It wasn't until he almost lost sight of this petite figure that he pulled on the horse's rope and followed.
Feng Jiuer left the city gate and ran quickly under the night.
The events of that night were still fresh in her mind, but she didn't expect that she and Uncle Nine Emperors would be separated for so long.
I miss him so much, I really miss him.
I wonder what Uncle Nine Emperors is doing now? Is the negotiation over? Has he had dinner? Is he resting?
It has been a long time since Feng Jiuer thought about what she did today, being able to do what she wanted to do without caring about anything.
She suddenly discovered that she still had a girlish heart, which was great!
Outside Pingyuan City, less than two miles away, Anza had gathered an entire army.
Pingyuan City, as its name suggests, has more flat land and smaller mountains.
The fortresses between Pingyuan City and Yongshan City are all flat, and only the area near Songjiang has mountains.
Mao Zhongcai's battle lasted for a long time and was finally settled. Although it was not an ideal result, at least it gave him a chance to breathe.
At the edge of the army, in the tent closest to Yongshan City, Yu Jingfeng walked out with a tray.
A man who had been standing nearby for a long time opened the curtain and walked in.
The man kept his head lowered, not even daring to look at Di Wuya behind the desk.
He placed the sandalwood in a corner, came to the middle and knelt down, still lowering his head.
"General, this is the sandalwood the city lord asked me to send."
"There are too many flying insects at night. This is sandalwood to get rid of flying insects. General, sweet dreams!"
The man stood up, cupped his hands, took a few steps back, turned around, opened the curtain and walked out.
Di Wuya, who was holding the book, raised his eyes and glanced at Sandalwood. After a while, he lowered his head again and flipped through the book.
In the tent on the other side, Long Yi and Long Eleven were sitting with their eyes closed and meditating. Not far away, there was also the sandalwood that the servants had brought in just now.
Yu Jingfeng opened the curtain and walked in.
"Have you eaten?" He wiped his mouth and asked.
Long Yi ignored him, Long Eleven opened his eyes and stood up.
"After eating, did the prince say anything?"
"No." Yu Jingfeng shook his head, "The prince said he would give Mao Zhongcai two hours to think about it. It's been an hour now, please wait."
"I thought Mao Zhongcai was here." Long Shiyi stretched.
"Since things haven't made any progress, what are you doing wandering around? Why don't you go and guard the prince's side?"
Yu Jingfeng found a place to sit down, his smile looking funny as never before.
Long Shiyi stared at him and frowned: "Why do you want aunt to laugh?"
He didn't know what "aunt's smile" was, but he had heard Feng Jiu'er and Xiao Yingtao mention it before, so he used it casually.
As for whether it is used correctly, Long Shiyi will not delve into it.
Yu Jingfeng smiled again, coughed slightly, and said, "The prince disliked me and kicked me out."
"Master Yu, did I hear correctly?" Long Shiyi sat down in his original position.
"The prince dislikes you. It's not something that happens in a day or two. You have been with the prince for so long, and you still get kicked out?"
Everyone knew the prince's character very well, but Long Shiyi really couldn't understand why Yu Jingfeng still dared to mess with the prince.
"Didn't I just wait until I got bored?" Yu Jingfeng scratched his nose and coughed again.
"I just asked the prince a few questions, and he told me to get out."
Long Shiyi frowned, with a look of curiosity on his face: "That question should be interesting, right?"
Now, the most interesting thing is probably Yu Jingfeng.
How long does he want his aunt to laugh? What happened to Yu Jingfeng? Is it a convulsion?
