Feng Jiuer wondered if her eyes were wrong. When Uncle Nine Emperors turned around just now, she seemed to see him... blushing.
Blushing! Is it possible? It can’t be a fever, and the face is red, right?
But he looked so normal, not like he was sick at all.
Jiu'er was a little confused and got off the bed. His men had already brought warm water.
In ancient times, rinsing your mouth and face was troublesome. After finally cleaning up and changing into a set of clothes they sent, Feng Jiuer went out.
"Where's Uncle Nine Emperors?" Seeing Yu Jingfeng passing by in the corridor, Feng Jiuer chased after him.
Yu Jingfeng was stunned when he saw her unexpectedly, and his face suddenly turned red.
"Jiu, Miss Jiu'er, um, you... you last night... you... oh, it's okay. I just wanted to ask, you... um... you... are you feeling better?"
Yu Jingfeng really wanted to give himself a slap on the head to regain his consciousness.
However, when I saw Feng Jiu'er now, I immediately thought of the book I showed the Ninth Prince last night.
After the prince read it, he immediately entered the bedroom, where Miss Jiuer slept.
Well, the two people didn't come out all night, and he didn't dare to get close, not knowing what happened to them in the room.
However, after a man saw those pictures of the Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter Palaces, he returned to a woman's room and spent the night with her... in the room.
Ahhhh! Their holy and flawless Ninth Prince must have been defiled by Miss Jiuer, wuwuwu...
Yu Jingfeng lowered his head, not even looking at Ganfeng Jiuer: "Well, I...I'll go first...my..."
"Master Yu, did you take the wrong medicine? Did you have a convulsion?"
As a professional habit, Feng Jiuer immediately stretched out her hand and reached towards his forehead.
Yu Jingfeng was stunned when his hot forehead was touched by Feng Jiuer's small hand, and his face suddenly changed.
With a plop, he knelt down towards Feng Jiu'er: "I...subordinate! I didn't mean it on purpose. I have never touched Miss Jiu'er, absolutely not!"
Emma! Is it too late to swear now? He really didn’t touch Feng Jiu’er, Feng Jiu’er took the initiative to touch him!
But the prince’s look clearly meant that he wanted to tear him apart!
Wuwuwu, this world is too scary, he seems to be going home to find his mother, wu...
"Master Yu, why are you kneeling to me?" Feng Jiuer was frightened by him, "I'm fine..."
Suddenly, she turned around and saw a plain white figure walking towards her.
It turned out that it was the Nine Emperors Uncle who was here. However, although Yu Jingfeng respected the Nine Emperors Uncle, he did not usually see him paying such a big courtesy.
What are you doing today?
"Get out!" Zhan Qingcheng's voice was extremely cold.
Yu Jingfeng hurriedly got up, still lowering his head, no one dared to look at him for half a second.
"Um, my subordinate has ordered someone to prepare breakfast. It is under the pavilion in the courtyard. Please use it slowly, Your Majesty and Miss Jiu'er. I will take my leave now."
There was a whoosh, and there was Yu Jingfeng's figure nowhere in sight.
Feng Jiuer stared at the direction he left, fascinated.
"It's amazing." She couldn't help but admired, this light skill was simply amazing!
If one day she can practice to this point, then she should really be considered perfect.
Oh no, if she could practice her inner strength more deeply, or get one-tenth of the Nine Emperors Uncle's internal strength, then she would really have no shortcomings.
