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Chapter 174 For the time being, I like you the most

"Look at what you and I look like now and what we are doing?" Feng Jiuer muttered.

"I am giving you medicine, how about it?" Is it wrong to give you medicine?

"But, does being ambiguous in attitude constitute a breach of military discipline?"

Also, they once slept together holding each other until dawn.

In ancient times, this was already a matter between husband and wife. Didn't they corrupt military discipline?

"If you are worried about ruining military discipline, I will marry you."

"Bah, bah, bah! Uncle Nine Emperors, my ears were not good just now. I didn't hear anything."

Feng Jiuer was so excited that she immediately wanted to jump out of bed.

However, his lower back was pressed by Uncle Nine Emperors, and he couldn't even get up, let alone jump up.

Zhan Qingcheng's face was not so pretty. Why did she react like this when he said he wanted to marry this girl?

Is this too happy, or is it a protest?

"Wouldn't it be better for me to marry you?" The ninth princess should be the throne that many people want to compete for, but she doesn't like it?

"I, the king, can allow you to enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of your life. Is this feasible?"

"Then why do you want to marry me?" Feng Jiuer doesn't want anything like marriage.

Don't tell me what a woman should do. She is a person with great ambitions. She will go out with the army in the future and become the first military doctor in the army.

Being a military doctor has been her dream since childhood. How noble!

She turned around and finally took a look at Zhan Qingcheng: "Uncle Nine Emperors, tell me, why did you marry me?"

"It's convenient." She didn't say it herself. Would the two of them undermine military discipline?

If they get married and behave like this, they will naturally not be afraid of others gossiping.

He didn't care and never cared about rumors, but maybe she, a girl, would care about these things.

If she cares, just get married over there!

Feng Jiuer breathed out a sigh of relief.

She knew that Uncle Nine Emperors didn't know what love was, and he married her just for convenience... well, so that he could suck her blood every night.

Being sucked out of blood every night... What a terrible future, it is simply bleak!

She was really sleepy, her head was heavy, and she lay on the soft pillow. Her voice started to sound a little hoarse: "Uncle Nine Emperors, do you like me?"

Marrying someone you don't like is too much, he doesn't understand...

"I like it." He replied without any hesitation.

"Tch, you don't understand what liking means at all." Jiuer yawned and closed his eyes, "You like me, just like...like a puppy or a sword...ha..."

Zhan Qingcheng frowned, a little unhappy.

This is obviously different. He doesn't like puppies at all and has no hobby of raising play pets.

He doesn't have much interest in swords. There are so many swords in the Nine Princes' Mansion that he can't even count them.

So, what is there to like about swords?

For a moment, Zhan Qingcheng didn't expect that there was anything else that would make him like this girl as much as he did.

"For now, I like you the most." These words were the final conclusion after much thought.

However, the little girl had already fallen asleep on her stomach.

After giving her the medicine, and just as he was about to put on her clothes, his eyes fell on her lower back inadvertently.

Phoenix... Could it be that the legend is true?

He who wins the Phoenix Girl will win the world.

Is she a descendant of the Phoenix clan or a Phoenix girl?

How come this girl has such a complicated identity? Is it because of her identity that the blood on her body is so useful?

He carefully put on her clothes and looked at the girl's sleeping face, Zhan Qingcheng's eyes were complicated.

Regardless of whether she is a Phoenix girl or not, the Phoenix birthmark must never be known to anyone.

Otherwise, this girl will definitely face a catastrophic disaster.


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