Chapter 286 Do You Really Think This King Is So Vulnerable?
In other words, now, Feng Jiuer is using her own life to maintain the life of the Ninth Prince.
No one should be hostile to her, and should even serve her.
As for Yu Jingfeng, he did treat Miss Jiuer as his master. After all, his master's life depended on her blood to support him.
It may be a bit cruel to say this, but it is true.
Leng Yue felt aggrieved, why could Feng Jiuer's blood work but not others?
"Maybe, we were all deceived by her. Maybe she didn't use her own blood, but used some method..."
Yu Jingfeng glanced at her lightly, basically, Leng Yue was losing her mind now, and even he didn't want to talk to her.
He looked at Di Ji and said, "Sir, no matter what, if Miss Jiuer stays with the prince, there will be no harm at all."
"The Lord was injured because of her!" Leng Yue immediately interrupted him, "If it weren't for Feng Jiuer, why would the Lord be like this?"
Di Ji waved his hand: "Leng Yue, you are too excited today. If you continue like this, you should go back and deal with things."
Leng Yue was stunned and wanted to refute something, but she didn't dare.
The meaning of going back to deal with the matter is that she should not follow them to Nanman, she should go back to Tianzunmen and stay there.
If she was really driven away, she would really not be able to see the Lord.
Leng Yue endured it, endured it again and again, and finally allowed herself to calm down completely.
He retreated behind Di Ji and stopped talking or interrupting their conversation.
Leng Yue is actually not such an impulsive person at ordinary times, but when it comes to matters concerning the Lord, she always loses her cool easily.
Without Leng Yue arguing, Yu Jingfeng and Di Ji could finally have a few words.
"Sir, Miss Jiu'er also said before that if she could go to Nanman and let her find that kind of Gu, after seeing the Gu, she might be able to think of a way to remove the poison for the prince."
"Feng Jiu'er knows medical skills?" Di Ji raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, Miss Jiu'er knows medical skills, and her medical skills are not bad." Yu Jingfeng nodded.
Di Ji frowned and thought for a moment, then asked again: "Is there any news from Mo Bai?"
"After Miracle Doctor Mo Bai arrived in the South Barbarians, he lost contact with us for a long time. However, a brother came with news and said that Miracle Doctor Mo Bai had left a signal for them. He must be still in the South Barbarians."
Nanman is a mysterious place. It is not surprising that people lose contact after entering.
As long as Mo Bai is still in Nanman, that means there is at least hope.
"Let's do this. You select two of the brothers of the Twelve Riders who are good at lightness skills and let them go to the Southern Barbarians first to contact Mo Bai."
"Even if you can't find the person who planted the poison in the first place, at least find the same poison and see if Feng Jiuer can really study it thoroughly."
"My subordinates have this intention!" After seeing Miss Jiu'er arriving today, Yu Jingfeng had this idea. Unexpectedly, he and the old Lord came together to think of it.
"Sir, the people over at Ye Ming Palace are probably already tracking our whereabouts. We have to be more vigilant in the past two days."
I don’t know if the man in black robe last time was from Ye Ming Palace. If so, then this matter will be really difficult.
Although Yeming Palace and Tianzun Sect have always been in harmony with each other, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. If Yeming Palace wants to monopolize the underground business inside and outside the imperial city, it is impossible for Tianzun Sect to continue to cover the sky with one hand.
Although the Lord is now the Ninth Prince, he is not afraid of anything, so he must still be careful in his precautions.
Di Ji nodded and was somewhat interested in the mysterious palace owner of Ye Ming Palace.
Why do you always feel that what Ye Ming Palace has done in recent years is somewhat similar to that of Tianzun Sect?
He is constantly developing underground business, and his business scope has even extended to neighboring countries. He is also constantly recruiting troops... The master of Yeming Palace is so ambitious, what exactly does he want to do?
Could it be that they actually have the same meaning as him?
"Master, it's late at night and we have to leave early tomorrow morning. Why don't we go back and rest first."
As long as the master understands the current situation, puts down his prejudice against Feng Jiu'er, and even accepts her existence, then the purpose of Yu Jingfeng's discussion with him tonight can be considered accomplished.
Di Ji pondered for a moment and then nodded: "Leng Yue, push me back."
"But, on the Lord's side..."
"It has nothing to do with you."
Leng Yue bit her lip and finally pushed him back to the room.
Yu Jingfeng also returned to the door of Zhan Qingcheng's room, just like every night in the past, he sat outside under the tree and spent the night casually.
…
Feng Jiuer didn't know when she fell asleep. She was sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard before falling asleep.
But when I woke up, I was actually sleeping on the bed, or even sleeping in someone's arms.
Opening his eyes slightly, he felt a burning gaze staring at him.
She raised her eyes and immediately ran into the deep starry eyes of Uncle Nine Emperors. Her consciousness was trapped by his deep eyes and she almost couldn't get out.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." His whole body was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
In the presence of beauty, everyone will get drunk even if they are not drunk. They will be drunk when they wake up.
"When the true energy enters the body, it must be slowly integrated by itself. Don't wake up in a hurry and sleep for a while."
His voice was as light as the breeze, but it was refreshing, and it felt so sweet that it was always sweet in my heart.
Feng Jiuer was drowsy, as if she had fallen asleep again.
I don’t know how long it took, but when I woke up this time, before I even opened my eyes, I could already feel a mellow breath, slowly moving around my Dantian, and soon, it spread all over my body.
The whole person was completely refreshed.
But, really angry...Nine Emperors Uncle!
Feng Jiuer suddenly sat up and looked down. The Nine Emperors Uncle, who was so stunning that he could drive women crazy at any time, was still sleeping next to her.
His face still showed the frailness of a serious illness, and his long hair was scattered on the pillow. At first glance, it was actually covered with a layer of frost and snow.
"Uncle Nine Emperors!" Feng Jiuer was frightened and wanted to help him, but he pushed him away.
"Do you really think this king is so fragile?" Zhan Qingcheng's brows darkened slightly, and his voice was a bit hoarse like waking up in the morning, a different kind of temptation.
"No." Feng Jiuer was worried. How dare you call him weak? If he was called weak, there would be no strong person in the world.
I was shocked when I saw that his hair was actually a bit like frost and snow.
Fortunately, there is only a hint of snow color, and it is not really like frost.
However, Uncle Nine Emperor's poison gradually penetrated into his bone marrow, causing more and more harm to his body.
Under such circumstances, he actually dared to convey Qi to her. This guy was too arrogant!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I don't want your anger." She muttered, frowning.
"I want it." The handsome man propped himself up, and his big hand fell on her shoulder.
With just a gentle tug, Feng Jiuer's top was immediately pulled off by him, and her fair and smooth shoulders were clearly displayed in front of him.
