The queen's words made most people in the tent stunned.
I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen anyone so shameless!
She is the current queen, the mother of a country, and she has a son with the Holy Emperor. The prince is now about the same age as the Ninth Prince.
The prince is about twenty-five years old, and the ninth prince is only twenty-six.
An old woman who gave birth to a 25-year-old son ran up to a 26-year-old young and promising man and said, "I'll sleep with you at night and serve you. Damn, that's disgusting."
Feng Jiu'er felt a little nauseous, no joke, maybe she hadn't had a good rest recently and her stomach wasn't very good to begin with.
She covered her chest and let her breath go.
"What's wrong?" With so many people in the tent, Zhan Qingcheng's attention would only fall on a few people at most.
After Di Ji said "adopted father", his eyes returned to his Jiu'er and he couldn't bear to look away.
The queen was originally surprised that Ah Jiu actually called this old man his adopted father. However, Ah Jiu liked people from the world of martial arts, so it was not a big deal to recognize a person from the world as his adopted father.
There are so many royal rules, but none of them apply to Ah Jiu. Ah Jiu never cares about these red tapes.
But seeing Ah Jiu's concern for Feng Jiu'er, her calmness disappeared in an instant: "A Jiu, men and women can't understand each other. If Feng Jiu'er feels unwell, you can ask the doctor to see her!"
No one paid attention to her. It was clear that they didn't know the tone in which she said this to the Ninth Prince.
However, Leng Yue quite agreed with the Queen's words. Men and women couldn't understand each other, so why did they always hug each other?
If Feng Jiu'er feels uncomfortable, why don't you ask a doctor?
"It's okay." Jiu'er shook his head. There were so many people in the tent, and it was really hard to even breathe.
She gently pushed Zhan Qingcheng's big palm away and took her own, and glanced at Yu Jingfeng.
Yu Jingfeng immediately put the food on the low table and moved the entire low table to the front.
Zhan Qingcheng looked at Di Ji: "Father, would you like to come over and have dinner with us?"
Emperor Ji didn't say anything, Leng Yue had already pushed him, crossed Nanmen Rong, and pushed her to the table.
Nan Menrong's face became uglier from time to time, but it was impossible for a man as arrogant as Zhan Qingcheng to pay attention to her, even for her to leave on her own.
But Feng Jiuer didn't want to cause more trouble, so he looked at her and said, "Queen, would you like to have dinner together?"
She still held the tray in her hand and kept it there, which really didn't look good.
Although Nanmen Rong really doesn't like Feng Jiuer entertaining him as a hostess, this is at least a way to step down.
He had no choice but to walk over with the tray, personally take out the snacks and place them in front of Zhan Qingcheng.
"Ajiu, these snacks are all made with care by my people. You can try them."
The look in Nanmen Rong's eyes when he looked at Zhan Qingcheng was really girlish, full of admiration, and there was no need to hide it at all.
After leaving the imperial city and coming here this time, Empress Rong's love for the Ninth Prince no longer needs to be hidden. Is this a life-or-death promise?
If she didn't have a husband and a son, perhaps such a relationship would really shake the world.
Feng Jiuer's stomach began to feel vaguely uncomfortable again, but in order not to worry Uncle Nine Emperors, she could only endure it.
Picking up the bowl, I was a little hesitant to feed Uncle Nine Emperors to eat. After all, there were really many outsiders here.
Normally, it's just you and him who serve him. When you're alone together, no matter how you serve him, it doesn't matter.
Now, under the gaze of countless people, there is something really wrong with Niwai.
She is not Nanmen Rong, so she is not so thick-skinned.
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes fell on her and he frowned: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay!" Feng Jiuer could only restrain her mind. Regardless of whether anyone was watching or not, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it close to his lips.
Nanmen Rong and Leng Yue's expressions suddenly darkened, how could this damn woman be so shameless!
There were countless people in the tent, as well as elders. She could actually do such a frivolous thing to the Ninth Prince!
Feeding a man food is simply shameless!
Feng Jiuer was really embarrassed at first, but Uncle Jiuhuang had never been a person who cared about other people's eyes.
She took a mouthful of the clear porridge she brought to her lips. Her face was not red, she was not out of breath, and she did not feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
The tall body was sitting on the couch, and there was no place to put his long legs, so he could only bend them up.
Feng Jiuer's hands were really not that long, so in order to feed him smoothly, she could only press on his legs, and gradually she ended up lying on his legs.
She really didn't mean it. Who made Uncle Jiuhuang's legs so long? If she didn't lie on his lap, she really couldn't reach him and bring the spoon to his lips.
After finally feeding him two bowls of porridge, and just as he was about to feed him some more snacks, Zhan Qingcheng suddenly scooped her up with a big palm move.
The two eyes that wanted to kill people swept over again with a whoosh.
Feng Jiu'er, who was pulled into the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors, felt her scalp numb and her stomach became increasingly uncomfortable.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything, he just pulled her over and let her lean into his arms. He picked up a snack and brought it to her lips.
Although Uncle Nine Emperors' actions did make people feel quite sweet, but with countless people around, it was really a bit uncomfortable to eat.
However, Uncle Nine Emperors doesn't pay attention to people who don't care about him. No one cares about what he likes to do since he was a child.
Even if it was Di Ji, the look he was looking at was full of endearment and pity, and there was absolutely no blame at all.
It's like, even if his precious godson kills people and sets fire in front of him, he will only think that his godson is so willful that he is cute.
Alas, with such a loving father, it is strange that the Nine Emperors Uncle who was taught by him knows what the rules are!
Although Feng Jiuer didn't know much about the relationship between Emperor Ji and Zhan Qingcheng, she always felt that when Uncle Jiuhuang was a child, he must have spent more time with his adoptive father.
The snack has been brought to my lips, and it was fed by Uncle Nine Emperors himself. Can I not eat it?
She opened her mouth...
"Ajiu, I want it too!" Nan Menrong on the side was angry and anxious. In the end, his anger turned into coquettishness, "I want it too!"
Zhan Qingcheng ignored it, but everyone else's stomachs were churning.
The worst thing was that Feng Jiuer, after her stomach churned for a while, finally couldn't help it, opened her mouth and retched!
Because I haven't had time to eat anything in the morning, I can't vomit anything even if I vomit now.
She retched! She opened her mouth to vomit, but nothing came out!
Leng Yue was stunned, Yu Jingfeng was startled, and Zhan Qingcheng frowned tightly: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Di Ji and Nan Menrong were shocked, looking at Feng Jiu'er's eyes, they suddenly became strange.
