That night, Feng Jiuer stayed by Zhan Qingcheng's side, and he didn't wake up the whole night.
It seemed that as long as Feng Jiuer was by his side, he could sleep particularly peacefully and peacefully.
Di Ji came here not long after sunrise in the early morning. He originally just wanted to see the situation in Zhan Qingcheng.
Unexpectedly, the people who came over early in the morning were not only himself and Leng Yue, but also another woman, Nanmen Rong.
He knew before he came that Ah Jiu's master was also here. When Nanmen Rong saw Emperor Ji guarding outside the tent, he immediately took the initiative to take on the role.
"Your Excellency, are you Ah Jiu's master?" Di Ji's external identity is indeed the master of Prince Jiu.
Only a few people knew that he was the prince's adoptive father.
When Di Ji saw Nan Menrong walking towards him, he was a little nervous, and even his eyes were filled with defensiveness.
Nanmen Rong didn't care about his defense against her. Although he was not much older than her, since he was Ah Jiu's master, he was his elder.
Nanmen Rong may not care about other people's elders, but at least she doesn't hate Ah Jiu's elders.
"Master is waiting here so early. I wonder if you have had breakfast? I'll have someone prepare a meal for you, okay?"
Master! This old woman actually called her adoptive father, Master!
Leng Yue felt a chill in her heart, but she had just promised her adoptive father last night that she would never mess around again.
So Leng Yue was very calm today, and if she had anything to say, she would just keep it in her stomach.
"My adoptive father has already had breakfast, please take care of me." Leng Yue said lightly, how could she not see the old woman in front of her trying to get close to her adoptive father.
However, Leng Yue's mood was also complicated when she saw her coming over just now.
She was worried that her adoptive father's original appearance would be seen by Nanmen Rong, but she also didn't want to admit that Feng Jiuer's bottle of medicine was so powerful that she would steal the limelight.
But now it seems that Feng Jiuer's medicine is indeed effective.
Emperor Ji also adjusted his mind, met Nanmen Rong's gaze, and said indifferently: "No need to bother."
Nanmen Rong was somewhat tolerant of Ah Jiu's people, except of course that bitch Feng Jiu'er.
At this moment, his eyes fell on Leng Yue: "This...is Master's adopted daughter? What is her relationship with Ah Jiu?"
"He is my senior brother." Leng Yue smiled silly and sweet, showing off her unusual relationship with Zhan Qingcheng.
Nan Menrong's face looked a little ugly, but seeing that Leng Yue looked like this, not even half as good as Feng Jiu'er, he didn't take it seriously.
She considers herself to be more attractive than Feng Jiu'er, so naturally a girl who is not as good as Feng Jiu'er is not worthy of her attention.
It's better to focus on Ah Jiu's master.
She said: "I'm really sorry for keeping Master waiting for so long. I'm going to wake Ah Jiu up right now."
She walked towards the tent door, as if she were the hostess here.
Leng Yue gave her a cold look. The contemptuous look in Nan Menrong's eyes when he looked at her just now was really annoying.
She actually looked down on her!
Nanmen Rong really looked down on Leng Yue, so he didn't even want to look at her again.
Walking outside the tent, she glanced coldly at Long Yi and Long Eleven who were guarding both sides of the curtain. She ignored them and just called to the people inside through the curtain.
"Ajiu, I have prepared a good breakfast for you. Can I bring it in for you right now?"
Naturally, no one would respond inside, but there was a hint of movement.
The Ninth Prince is up, and Feng Jiuer is helping him get dressed.
Knowing that Feng Jiu'er was inside, Nanmen Rong wished he could kick open the door curtain.
However, she had been mentally prepared before coming over, knowing that it would be like this.
Nan Menrong took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down.
Ah Jiu is seriously injured now, so we can wait until he recovers.
"Ajiu, I just bring you breakfast, I don't mean anything else."
The people inside still ignored it.
After Feng Jiuer put on Zhan Qingcheng's robe, she picked up the wooden comb and pulled up his long hair.
A stunningly handsome man, even his black hair is so soft and smooth, it is so enviable.
Uncle Nine Emperors is really a magical being. He never cares about these things, and he will never do anything to support others. He even often fights on the battlefield.
But, she has everything good, her skin is fair and smooth, her hair is as smooth as silk, she has a good figure, eight-pack abs and sexy mermaid lines, long legs with golden proportions, slender green and perfect fingers, thick and long eyelashes
She raised her head, and her eyes were as deep as stars and so beautiful.
And those two thin lips as pink as rose petals, as attractive as jelly.
It's fair to say that he is a beauty, but how can a man who is at least 1.9 meters tall be so beautiful?
Every time Jiu'er gets closer to him, he will feel particularly disgusted with himself.
Even men can see this level of beauty. On the other hand, she, a woman, is also a beauty, but how can she compare with the Nine Emperors Uncle?
Alas, God is jealous, God is so unfair!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want to have breakfast outside, or here?" I tied up Uncle Nine Emperor's long hair with my own hands. Doesn't it feel like a sense of accomplishment?
"Here." Zhan Qingcheng sat on the soft couch with his slender legs spread out. He sat down casually and showed an unparalleled posture.
Even though there is a sick look between the eyebrows, the feeling of dominating the world is so strong!
Rule the world... If the Nine Emperors Uncle becomes the emperor, I wonder how he will be admired and worshiped by all the people?
Feng Jiuer restrained her thoughts, but just as Yu Jingfeng's request for food came from outside, she called outside: "Send it in."
Yu Jingfeng was about to come in immediately, but Nanmen Rong stopped in front of him, took the tray carried by his men, and sent it in himself.
Long Yi and Long Shiyi were about to stop them, but when they saw that Yu Jingfeng didn't show any reaction, they decided not to do it.
A commotion at night and another in the early morning will definitely put the prince in a bad mood.
If possible, no one would think of arguing.
Queen... although her behavior is really disgusting, everything she does now is destroying the prince's reputation!
However, she was out on the march and could only ignore it for the time being. She just wanted to deliver food.
Of course, if the prince gives an order to die, he will definitely obey it.
Nanmen Rong walked in with breakfast, and Yu Jingfeng also walked in with snacks carefully made by the chef.
After Di Ji hesitated for a moment, he let Leng Yue push him in.
If Uncle Nine Emperors' tent wasn't big enough, I don't know if it could accommodate so many people.
Seeing Zhan Qingcheng's still pale face, Nanmen Rong felt a pain in his heart. He glanced at Feng Jiu'er and said displeasedly: "How do you serve Ah Jiu? If you don't know how to take care of me, I will accompany Ah Jiu tonight."
