Why did Huo Yan's attitude suddenly change? Needless to say, of course it was what Feng Jiuer brought out, which was more significant than the bribe.
When she took out the token given to her by the Ninth Prince and held it up in front of Huo Yan, the chattering Lieutenant Huo suddenly became quiet.
When walking towards the room where Mu Mu was detained, Feng Jiuer couldn't help but lower her head and looked at the token in her hand.
Some things are vaguely remembered, and some things seem to have been forgotten. In short, the memory is there, but it is a bit fuzzy.
But, why did the Ninth Prince give her the token? At that time, it seemed that she was seriously injured, and the Ninth Prince saved her...
Suddenly, Feng Jiuer stopped her steps and stopped on the corridor. She looked at the token in her hand and her face changed slightly.
Why was the Ninth Prince seriously injured and needed to go to Nanman for treatment? Why did the impression he received seem to be related to her?
Is it to... save her? No, she can't remember. Why did the Ninth Prince risk his life to save her? How is it possible? They are not related.
But why do I still have such a small memory? There seems to be such a scene in my mind. The Ninth Prince almost died in order to save her?
Could it be that he was really the one who caused the Ninth Prince to seek medical treatment after being seriously injured?
But, how is it possible? Why does the Ninth Prince treat her so well? She has no relationship with him at all?
How is it possible...
Feng Jiuer's eyebrows furrowed tightly. Huo Yan, who was walking behind her, saw her stop and stepped forward to take a look. Her face was pale and she looked like she was about to fall down at any moment.
"General Feng, how are you?" As long as she has the token in her hand, Huo Yan will call her General Feng. Jiu'er is already used to this title.
"I...have a headache!" She stretched out her hand, trying to hold something on.
Huo Yan immediately supported her, with a worried look on his face: "What's going on? Shall I take you to the hospital for a checkup?"
It's best to go over there quickly and take a look, and then go back to the building to rest instead of forcing your way into the martial arts building again.
Feng Jiuer has the token in his hand. Seeing the token is like seeing the Ninth Prince, can he not let him go?
"I'm fine." Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her disordered breathing gradually calmed down.
I don't know why, but my head suddenly hurt, but it seems that as long as I don't think about the Ninth Prince, the pain will disappear.
Her headache is related to the Ninth Prince. Why?
Ability to heal but not self-medication? Although Feng Jiuer is a doctor, she still has difficulty grasping her own symptoms.
Putting the token away, she quickly walked to the room where Mu Mu was detained. Without any hesitation, she was outside the door in the blink of an eye.
Before he entered the door, he just stopped outside and heard Mu Mu's deep voice from inside: "I'm fine, you can go back in peace."
Feng Jiuer was slightly stunned, could Mu Mu's skill be so good?
Of course she would not leave easily. She had been here since she came and looked sideways at Huo Yan.
Huo Yan had no choice but to open the door.
Feng Jiuer walked in and saw Mu Mu sitting on a chair and reading a book.
"Didn't I tell you not to come in?" Mu Mu looked at her with a hint of reproach, "I am locked up here because of the wishes of the Ninth Prince. If you break in, if you make the prince unhappy, Captain Huo will be punished."
Huo Yan, who was standing outside, suddenly felt moved and had the urge to commit himself. Mu Mu's heart was as clear as a mirror. If Feng Jiuer made a mistake, the Ninth Prince would probably not punish him, and he would probably be the only one who would be punished.
Feng Jiuer ignored Mu Mu's words, walked over and put the things on the table.
"I brought you delicious food. You must eat well. This meal cost me a full five taels of silver."
You know, she and Little Cherry usually ate in the dining room without even needing a tael of silver.
Mu Mu looked at the food she took out. Although he didn't agree with her coming, seeing her care for him, his eyes were still filled with a soft and pleasant atmosphere.
He didn't refuse, he had already come, why should he still ask her to take it away? That seemed too rigid.
He picked up his chopsticks and asked casually while eating: "Did you also deliver food to Shandao Dao and Xing Zizhou?"
"Of course not. It's so expensive and they don't have anything to eat. What can I give you as a gift?"
Mu Mu took a meal with his fingertips, and suddenly felt that the food was even more delicious.
"Well, food is in charge here, so don't worry about them."
Feng Jiu'er sat down across the table, put her hands on the table, held her face in her palms, and watched Mu Mu eat.
"By the way, you have injuries on your back. Then, Xing Zizhou and Shan Dao also have injuries on their backs? What injuries are they? They can't be assassins, right?"
"I don't know. The three of us were not together last night. We all had injuries on our backs, so we were all brought here."
As for the injuries on the backs of Xing Zizhou and Shan Shandao, he didn't know because he didn't see them.
"Do you think they might be spies?" Feng Jiu'er still stared at him, as if watching him eat was fun.
"Can't say." Because he didn't know, he always didn't like unnecessary speculation.
If you guess right, it will be in vain without evidence. If you guess wrong, it will kill people.
"Can't you tell me too?" Feng Jiuer wrinkled her nose and snorted.
Suddenly, he approached him and asked in a low voice in a voice that only two people could hear: "So, what about you? What is your identity? Are you a spy?"
When she was with her master and the others before, it was obvious that everyone was on guard against her.
Sometimes it was clear that they were talking, but whenever she came close, those people's conversation would immediately stop.
Although Mu Mu was very kind to her and was not defensive, there were many things that his master did not allow him to tell him.
Feng Jiuer knew this very well. She was not stupid. The identities of these people were too mysterious. However, they were their saviors after all, so she did not pursue them further.
Mu Mu didn't seem to expect that she would ask this. The chopsticks paused. He looked down at her and asked instead: "What do you think? Am I?"
"It looks a bit similar to me." Feng Jiuer didn't know whether he was joking or serious when he said this.
Mu Mu just looked at her and started eating again, eating with gusto, as if her problem just now didn't exist at all.
Feng Jiuer stopped pursuing it and still held up his little face and stared at him: "Today, our Dragon Army defeated the Forbidden Army in the fighting field. In the evening, the brothers of the Forbidden Army are going to entertain guests, and we are going to have a barbecue.
Where’s the conference?”
"Yeah." Mu Mu nodded, liking to hear her talk about these small details of life: "Isn't it difficult to organize a barbecue party with hundreds of people? Roast wild boar?"
"Hey, that's so rude. I have my own way and I will definitely surprise them."
"In what way?"
"I won't tell you to save you from thinking about going out to participate. The more you think about going out, the more uncomfortable you will feel."
"Okay, then don't tell me. Next time, we will try baking it ourselves."
