This place is between deep mountains and cliffs. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. It is the location that Long Twelve is looking for. I heard that the people who ride the Flying Dragon Twelve have lived there before.
In short, except for the poor conditions, the overall safety factor is very high.
However, no matter how bad the surrounding environment is, no one would dare to be careless about the prince's accommodation.
Feng Jiuer soon discovered that these people were really kind to Uncle Nine Emperors, they respected, loved and cared for him from the bottom of their hearts.
She had never seen a master of a family who could be so supported and loved by his brothers.
Everyone's love for him is not only respect, but also pity.
Afraid that he would be hungry and tired, afraid that he would be unhappy, afraid that he would not feel comfortable at all, in short, we would take care of him in every possible way!
The masters of other families rely on majesty and power. The master of this family, in addition to majesty and power, also relies on appearance. Well... that should be the case, right?
Otherwise, why would everyone hold him in their hands and love him so much?
In fact, Uncle Nine Emperors really doesn't have many requirements. Although he is picky, he really refuses more often than he wants something better.
But his refusal will immediately cause waves of uneasiness in the people below, and will immediately cause a lot of heartache.
Alas, the more you talk, the more you sound like a beautiful lady who is loved by thousands of people.
What a magical existence, what a magical Nine Emperors Uncle.
"Miss Jiu'er, dinner will be ready soon. I'm keeping an eye on it. You go and accompany the prince."
Yu Jingfeng's figure has been like lingering in the dining room recently. In the past few days, the prince has only eaten a lot at lunch today, so of course he has to keep an eye on it.
However, after seeing Feng Jiuer's figure, he soon seemed to understand something.
Looking back at Feng Jiu'er and seeing her nodding, Yu Jingfeng hesitated for a moment before looking sideways at the cook beside him.
"You go do other things first, I'll just watch over here."
Not long after, he walked into another tent carrying the Ninth Prince's meal for tonight.
Qiao Mu stood guard outside the tent with a bad expression. He looked at the meal on Yu Jingfeng's tray with mixed emotions.
I want the Ninth Prince to get well soon and be in better spirits, but not to always have a pale face, which makes people look uncomfortable.
But he also knew that under the current circumstances, the only way to make him feel better was to use Feng Jiu'er's blood.
But last night, she witnessed with her own eyes how Feng Jiu'er took his own blood and put it on the Ninth Prince's meal. Feng Jiu'er's blood...even a strong person like her couldn't continue like this.
But according to Feng Jiuer's wishes, I'm afraid it will have to remain like this until the poison is removed.
How much blood can a person have? If you take a little bit, it will be less. How long can she carry it?
Even if blood can be regenerated, how can the speed be comparable to that of blood regeneration?
Yu Jingfeng glanced at her. Although Qiao Mu didn't say anything, in fact, Yu Jingfeng knew what she was thinking.
Their moods are all the same.
I hope Lord Nine will get better, but he is afraid that Feng Jiuer will fall.
How will these troubled days end?
Yu Jingfeng finally carried the tray and walked in.
Feng Jiuer had been waiting in the tent for a long time. Her sleeves had even been rolled up and the gauze on the wound last night had been removed.
The wound had just healed. Although it was not big, it still looked a bit scary when it fell on her white and delicate arm.
"Miss Jiu'er..." Yu Jingfeng looked at her little hesitant face and suddenly felt like an executioner.
You know you want to hurt this girl, but you still want to carry out this matter. What is he but an executioner?
"Bring it here." Feng Jiuer used a warm towel to clean his wound, then took out some concoction and dabbed it on the wound.
After that, he picked up the short knife, pointed the blade at the wound last night, and raised and lowered the knife without any hesitation.
However, those two curved willow eyebrows tightened in an instant.
In the days without anesthesia, self-mutilation like this really hurt! It hurt so much that a thin layer of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead.
Yu Jingfeng put the tray down and turned away, not having the heart to look at it.
Feng Jiuer didn't bother to pay attention to him. The reason why he cut the original wound was because he was afraid that Uncle Jiuhuang would discover the wound one day, and it wouldn't be enough to make him suspicious.
What's more, which girl wants to have so many scars on her body, one is enough.
It's just that adding injury to injury is more painful than a new injury!
The blood fell onto the medicinal soup that Feng Jiuer had specially ordered to cook. The soup was already dark-colored, and the color of the blood was quickly melted away.
She took out the bottle of special medicine and poured two drops into the soup. Miraculously, the rich smell of blood turned into a light fragrance.
Smelling the aroma, Yu Jingfeng looked surprised: "Miss Jiu'er, what kind of medicine is this that is so powerful?"
"Isn't it made from the herbs I picked today?" Feng Jiuer smiled slightly and carefully took the medicine bottle back into her arms.
"Fresh herbs are more effective than dried herbs. As long as you know the refining method, of course the most important thing is the formula and the proportion of each herb, then even the most common herbs can be refined.
Excellent medicine."
The most important thing is that the medicinal herbs of this era are really pure, basically not affected by industry, and their medicinal effects are absolutely pure.
Coupled with her refining techniques, the effect of the medicine she made was beyond her expectations.
Yu Jingfeng really had to admire Miss Jiu'er not only for her great medical skills, but also for her miraculous ability in refining medicine.
It's a blessing to have such a powerful person by your side, right?
Putting aside the shortcoming that the prince would sacrifice his life for her, in fact, Feng Jiuer's staying with the prince would indeed be beneficial without any harm.
However, as far as the prince can risk everything for her, Miss Jiuer's existence... is also a sharp double-edged sword.
He sighed lightly and watched Feng Jiuer bandage his wound, put some medicine on the gauze to remove most of the smell of blood, and then left with the tray in hand.
Yu Jingfeng chased after him and asked in a low voice: "Miss Jiu'er, what happened tonight..."
"I will coax Uncle Nine Emperors to sleep as soon as possible, just wait for me." Feng Jiuer dropped these words and left without looking back.
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Uncle Jiuhuang's eating situation tonight is similar to that at noon. Basically, he eats whatever Feng Jiuer tells him to eat.
Everyone in the team knows that Prince Jiu has become much more obedient since Miss Jiu'er arrived.
In the dead of night, Feng Jiuer finally coaxed Uncle Nine Emperors to sleep and carefully crawled out of his arms.
Just as she was about to leave quietly, the man's long arm suddenly stretched out and hugged her tightly again.
He murmured in a hoarse voice: "Girl, don't run away..."
