"Why should I tell you?" Leng Yue glared at Feng Jiu'er coldly, with disdain on her face, "Don't think that if you please the young master, I will be like Yu Jingfeng and obey your orders."
Yu Jingfeng touched his nose. Did he always obey Miss Jiuer's orders? He didn't realize it at all.
"Tonight we are here to capture the traitor. If you don't tell us clearly, I will take you back to see the master directly."
She didn't talk about going back to see the Ninth Prince, because she knew that no one wanted to disturb the Ninth Prince's rest at this time.
But at least, Feng Jiuer knew in her heart that Leng Yue was still afraid of her adoptive father.
Leng Yue's face darkened, and her disdain for her grew stronger: "Feng Jiu'er, you and Yu Jingfeng had a secret meeting here in the middle of the night. I haven't reported it to my adoptive father, but you actually want to complain to him?
"
Does this damn girl also know the identity of her adoptive father? Did Yu Jingfeng tell her?
When Yu Jingfeng heard this, his face suddenly darkened and he said displeasedly: "Leng Yue, don't speak rudely to Miss Jiu'er."
Miss Jiu'er belongs to the prince, and she actually said that he and Miss Jiu'er had a private meeting here. It's nonsense!
"What? I said something rude to her, do you feel bad?" Leng Yue smiled wildly and snorted: "You also said that you and her didn't have an affair? If there wasn't an affair, why were the two of us together in the tent tonight?
So long?"
Unexpectedly, Leng Yue would pay attention to their affairs tonight. Even Feng Jiuer and Yu Jingfeng did not expect this.
People who are interested pretend to be careless, and as expected, they will have to act more cautiously in the future.
It wasn't because of a guilty conscience, what she was afraid of was that Leng Yue would be so stubborn that she would eventually let Uncle Nine Emperors know about her feeding him blood every night.
"Yu Jingfeng, take her back." Feng Jiuer took another look at the silent surroundings, but still felt that something was wrong.
The person they want to arrest is not Leng Yue, how could it be her who contacted the person that day?
Leng Yue was originally in the team, so he didn't know his position? What's more, if there was really anything to contact, everyone was in the team, so why use flying pigeons to pass messages?
Huo Yan had said before that although flying pigeons to send messages were fast, they were not safe. This time Feng Jiuer also witnessed the instability of flying pigeons to send messages.
Isn't this a good pigeon, but they intercepted it like this?
However, Leng Yue certainly had a purpose for coming here tonight, but she didn't want to do it now, and there was no point in forcing her now.
"What did you say? Take me back?" Leng Yue screamed immediately, "Feng Jiu'er, are you sick? I'm out for a walk, why do you take me back?"
Feng Jiuer didn't even want to look at her again. She felt a little uneasy after being out for so long.
The most important thing is that their carrier pigeon has been released, and the content of the letter has been changed by Long Twelve, but no one came tonight.
Either the news of this matter was leaked, or the changes made by Long Twelve were seen by others.
Or, the third possibility... This possibility is more complicated.
Anyway, she is now eager to go back.
"Long Twelve, help Lord Yu capture Leng Yue." She turned and left.
"Yes." Long Twelve was about to go over.
Yu Jingfeng snorted coldly: "No need!"
With a cry, he slapped Leng Yue on the shoulder with a palm.
Leng Yue was stunned and her fingertips were trembling with anger: "Yu Jingfeng, you actually listened to this woman? Are you crazy?"
Yu Jingfeng was too lazy to talk nonsense to her, so he failed to catch her with one palm, and the second palm came again.
Although Leng Yue's martial arts skills were not bad, she was still forced to retreat by Yu Jingfeng.
Finally, less than a stick of incense later after Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu walked out, Yu Jingfeng subdued her and escorted her back together with Long Twelve.
Jiu'er, who was walking in front, felt more and more something was wrong the more he thought about it, and his steps became faster and faster unconsciously.
Qiao Mu looked at her worried back and couldn't help but frown: "General Feng, is there something wrong?"
"Yes." When Feng Jiuer mentioned it, he walked faster, "I always feel... tonight is weird."
Qiao Mu didn't feel anything at first, but when she said that, he seemed to start to feel a little uneasy.
As soon as the two returned to the camp where the team was camping, Yu Jingfeng and Long Twelve escorted Leng Yue and followed them.
Along the way, Leng Yue was still roaring: "Why are you holding me captive? Yu Jingfeng, let go! Otherwise, I will let the young master chop you!"
"Yu Jingfeng, you asked me to let go, did you hear me? Yu Jingfeng... um——"
Finally, in order to let her ears rest for a while, Yu Jingfeng directly sealed her dumb hole.
The campground was still quiet, but the atmosphere was definitely not right.
Outside Uncle Nine Emperors' tent, there seemed to be a few unfamiliar figures!
Feng Jiuer's eyes darkened and she rushed over immediately.
Yu Jingfeng finally realized something was wrong. After throwing Leng Yue to Long Twelve, he quickly caught up with Feng Jiuer.
When the two of them arrived outside Zhan Qingcheng's tent, they discovered that in addition to the two brothers of the Twelve Riders, there were two unknown men besides the battalion commander.
However, these two people seem familiar. Where have you seen them?
Suddenly, Feng Jiuer's breathing became chaotic and she was about to rush in immediately.
The two well-dressed men stepped forward to stop them, but were blocked by the brothers of the Twelve Riders.
The atmosphere between the four of them was absolutely stiff and cold, and there was a strong tendency to fight if they disagreed.
As for Feng Jiuer, she had already lifted the door curtain and stepped in.
In the tent, Zhan Qingcheng was sitting on the couch with an expressionless face, but there were actually some blood stains on his clothes.
Beside him, Long Yi and Long Eleven were like two door gods, guarding him so tightly that no one was allowed to get close.
But after seeing Feng Jiuer returning, most of the defensiveness in their eyes suddenly disappeared, and they immediately saluted: "Miss Jiuer."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you vomiting blood?" Feng Jiuer walked over quickly and stared at the blood stains on his clothes, feeling a sting in his heart!
Damn it! These people actually disturbed Uncle Nine Emperors' rest and made him so angry that he vomited blood! This is an unforgivable crime!
Zhan Qingcheng grabbed her wrist. Although his face was as pale as paper, his fingers holding her were so strong.
"Want to run away from me again at night?"
"No, Uncle Nine Emperors, I just... just want to find some herbs."
Feng Jiuer stared at the remaining blood stains on the corners of his lips, feeling distressed for a while, and immediately picked up her sleeves and wiped away the blood stains for him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, how are you? What's wrong with you?" She was really anxious. It was obvious that he had stopped vomiting blood after she came.
Tonight, I actually vomited again! Do these people have to force Uncle Nine Emperors to death?
She turned back and glared at the person sitting on the chair, her eyes red with anger.
"Uncle Nine Emperors needs to rest. If nothing happens, please leave!"
