Prince Ninth asked her to go over. Feng Jiuer had no choice but to get off the bed and walk towards him.
Of course, the most important thing is that the table of delicious food is so tempting.
Until now, apart from the cup of tea that the Ninth Prince threw over just now, she has not eaten even a grain of rice in her stomach.
Zhan Qingcheng walked to the table and sat down casually.
Although it is a random action, it is really very sexy.
Even though she could only see half of her face from her angle, this half of her face was so stunning that it was worth killing.
However, why do I always feel that this half of the face is a bit familiar...
"Don't want to eat?" Zhan Qingcheng suddenly looked at her.
"Eat!" Even though people are under the roof, if you don't eat, it's free.
Feng Jiuer walked over quickly, sat down opposite him, picked up the chopsticks and started to use them.
It suddenly occurred to me that people in ancient times had to wait for someone of high status to use their chopsticks when eating?
"With this king, there is no need to be restrained."
Feng Jiuer absolutely loved the cold and magnetic voice of the Ninth Prince! "Then I'm not welcome!"
The chopsticks that stopped on the braised pork immediately fell down. This time, I was really rude.
Soon, her mouth was full and there was a bunch of stuff in the bowl.
Delicious! It’s really delicious!
The meat is real meat, no longer frozen meat. The meat is fresh and tender. It is completely naturally raised pheasant, and it is not any of those modern knock-offs.
And this fish, the fish meat is not only delicious, but also refreshing and smooth!
Even if it is just a piece of green vegetable, it is fresh and sweet, really sweet!
Feng Jiu'er has never tasted such delicious food. She is about to fall in love with the cooks in Jiuwang Mansion!
"So full!" After finishing the meal, he didn't know how much the Ninth Prince sitting opposite had eaten.
Anyway, she ate a lot, like...a lot.
"Like it?" Ninth Prince's voice was still so nice. After eating and drinking, I felt an urge to push him down.
Feng Jiuer hurriedly restrained her thoughts and nodded: "Yes."
"If you like it so much, you can consider moving to my palace for a long time."
"Hmm!" Suddenly, she realized something was wrong with her words, "My lord...what do you mean?"
"Literally." Zhan Qingcheng threw his chopsticks on the table.
The chopsticks hit the plate, making a crisp sound, and immediately after the sound, the door was pushed open.
Feng Jiuer was a little dumbfounded as she watched Yu Jingfeng lead the people in and clean up the mess on the table in the blink of an eye.
After everyone left, Feng Jiu'er immediately stood up and whispered: "Your Majesty, Jiu'er is full and Jiu'er wants to go home."
She wasn't sure if he had really seen through her, and she still felt a little uneasy and defensive.
Zhan Qingcheng didn't say anything. He didn't know what was passing through his eyes. He suddenly stood up, turned around and walked out of the door.
"Your Majesty..." Feng Jiuer chased after him for two steps, completely confused as to what he meant.
Although the Ninth Prince seemed a bit friendly to her, he was so handsome that he could easily drive a woman crazy.
However, Jiu'er always felt that it was dangerous to be around him!
Zhan Qingcheng walked out of the door without looking back at her.
Feng Jiuer just watched him leave, not knowing what to do next.
Can you sneak away on your own?
However, the prince did not agree to let her leave. What if she left and made him angry?
