Feng Jiuer was taken to the Prince's Yuyang Palace.
In the impression, it seemed like it was her first time to come to this place. As soon as she entered, by chance, she looked up and saw a familiar figure.
"Brother Prince, come back..." Feng Qingyin never expected that there was a girl on Zhan Yuheng's horse.
Feng Jiuer!
Damn it, Feng Jiuer came back on the same horse as the prince brother! How could you be so shameless!
Feng Jiuer was in a better mood now. Seeing Feng Qingyin's expression as if she had eaten a fly, her mood immediately improved.
The original depression of being hijacked by Zhan Yuheng was swept away in an instant.
"Sister Qingyin, what a coincidence, you are here too." She said with a smile, without dismounting, she looked down at her from the horse's back, condescendingly.
Feng Qingyin really didn't want to raise her head and talk to this woman, but the prince brother was still on the horse.
In front of Zhan Yuheng, no matter what, you can't lose the etiquette of a lady.
No matter how dissatisfied she felt, she could only force out a smile, look at Feng Jiu'er, and nod: "Well, what a coincidence."
Her eyes soon fell on Zhan Yuheng, and she said softly: "Brother Prince, I heard that you returned to the city today, so I made some snacks for you. I made them myself. You..."
"Wow! Let's have some snacks. Brother Heng, I want to eat too." Feng Jiuer clapped her hands, so excited.
Feng Qingyin's face suddenly changed slightly. She looked at Zhan Yuheng with aggrieved eyes: "I... I did it myself."
"Although I know the food made by Sister Qingyin must be terrible, but I'm really hungry now."
Feng Jiuer looked at Zhan Yuheng who jumped off the horse and pursed her lips: "Can you give it to me?"
"Okay." Zhan Yuheng's slender figure stood beside the horse and stretched out his hand to her: "Come down, I will catch you."
"Oh." Feng Jiuer was very well-behaved this time. She reached out to hold Zhan Yuheng's arm and got off the horse with a somewhat stiff movement.
Actually, it shouldn't be too easy for her to get down. She could just turn over and get down.
But, with Feng Qingyin here, why should she get off by herself? The prince will help her get down, so why not have someone else take care of her?
I'm afraid she, Feng Qingyin, has never enjoyed this kind of treatment, right?
Sure enough, Feng Qingyin's face changed when she saw Zhan Yuheng personally helping Feng Jiu'er down.
She wanted to have a fit, but because Zhan Yuheng was here, she didn't even dare to hum.
Those vicious eyes were secretly staring at Feng Jiu'er, wanting to tear her into pieces!
Unexpectedly, Feng Jiuer suddenly raised his head and stared directly at her.
Feng Qingyin had no time to hide the resentment in her eyes. Just when she was a little stunned, Feng Jiuer suddenly stuck out her tongue and made a face at her!
"you……"
"Brother Heng, I'm going crazy with hunger. Can I go eat sister Qingyin's snacks?"
Feng Jiuer ignored her and grabbed Zhan Yuheng's sleeve.
"Yes." Zhan Yuheng nodded. There were people below him who knew how to handle things. They immediately went in to prepare everything.
Feng Qingyin's snacks were placed in the hall. The palace maid brought them warm water. After Feng Jiuer washed her hands, she immediately picked up the snacks.
Feng Qingyin was really angry, really really angry. This was a snack she had made for the prince brother for a long time!
Feng Jiuer dared to eat it, what qualifications did she have to eat it! Even the prince and brother had never eaten it before!
"Brother Prince, you also want to try..."
"Eh, it tastes bad!" Jiuer frowned, took a bite, spit it out immediately, and threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table.