Just when Zhan Qingcheng was about to reach Feng Jiu'er, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from outside the mountain stream.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and the person coming had already appeared in their sight.
"It's Mr. Yu who's here!" Feng Jiu'er didn't know how excited she was, "Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm going to tell Mr. Yu that we are here!"
He turned around and ran quickly out of the mountain stream. His figure looked so brisk and joyful.
She is so happy because she can escape from herself...
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes were locked on her back, and when he saw her smiling so sweetly at Yu Jingfeng, he suddenly felt the urge to chop Yu Jingfeng into pieces and eat the meat.
As soon as Yu Jingfeng got off the horse, he immediately felt a cold and almost suffocating pressure, which fell entirely on his shoulders in an instant.
"Miss Jiu'er." After greeting Feng Jiu'er, Yu Jingfeng walked quickly towards Zhan Qingcheng, "Your Majesty! I'm late, please forgive me!"
I had received news before that Miss Jiu'er was very likely to come here. After the prince found out, he rushed all the way and they couldn't catch up.
Now, seeing that Feng Jiuer's clothes were all torn, it was obvious that there had been a fierce fight just now.
However, the prince's body is still clean and tidy, and it doesn't look like anything has been done to him.
However, the prince is the prince, and even if he does something, he usually still looks clean, bright and handsome.
Feng Jiu'er was about to go over and say hello to the brothers of Twelve Cavalry, but unexpectedly a gust of cold wind hit behind her. Just as she turned around, a robe fell down with a snap.
This robe covered her head, and she was moving so fast that she couldn't even hide in time.
Everyone just watched helplessly as Feng Jiuer was covered by the Ninth Prince's robe, with her head and face covered, and then looked at her appearance when she got out of the robe. Suddenly, they all felt... well, a little small.
Cute!
Feng Jiu'er finally managed to get out of the robe that was too large for her. After thinking about it, she realized that her clothes were torn.
Looking at the Ninth Prince again, he had already boarded the carriage and even the curtains had been lowered.
Sometimes Feng Jiuer truly admires Yu Jingfeng. Under such circumstances, he can still take such meticulous care of the Ninth Prince.
In this kind of mountain stream, you can even bring a horse-drawn carriage here, which is simply magical.
Not only speed, but also comfort... Alas, it is really difficult to be the personal assistant of a big shot. You have to be able to do things that others cannot!
After putting on the robe, it was almost dragged to the ground. Just when Feng Jiu'er was worried about how to make the robe shorter, Yu Jingfeng's voice came over: "Miss Jiu'er, get in the car.
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"Me?" Feng Jiuer pointed at herself, a little unbelievable.
There is only one carriage here! Could it be that he wanted her to get into the carriage of the Ninth Prince? No, how could he be so virtuous and capable?
Yu Jingfeng nodded at her and gave her a positive answer. After lifting the curtain, he said: "Please."
Feng Jiu'er really didn't want to go up, because she had a little memory, as if... Ninth Prince's carriage only had one seat, and that was Ninth Prince's exclusive soft seat.
No matter whether he wants to lie down or sit, this soft spot is big enough, but the key point is that it is not something that ordinary people can sit on!
Seeing that Feng Jiu'er didn't move at all, Yu Jingfeng nodded a little and quickly winked at her: "Miss Jiu'er, please."
Feng Jiuer took a deep breath, looking like this, it would be impossible if he didn't go up.
But the key is, I really don’t want to go up there!
When she reached the carriage, she couldn't help but look back and saw Qiao Mu still standing not far away.
Yu Jingfeng immediately said: "Don't worry, we will take good care of Miss Qiao. If Miss Jiuer wants to seduce Miss Qiao and enter the academy, I can also arrange it."
"real?"
"Of course." Yu Jingfeng glanced at her and reminded again: "As long as Miss Jiuer serves the prince well..."
"I'll serve you right now!" Feng Jiuer didn't even think about it and stepped forward with her long legs.
The curtain fell, and as soon as she got on, the carriage was driven up, causing Feng Jiuer to become unsteady and almost roll to the ground.
However, when she saw the Ninth Prince lying on the couch, she began to regret coming up again.
If I had known earlier, I would have let Qiao Mu live outside. Why are you so kind and agree to serve the Ninth Prince just to help her get into the academy?
This Ninth Prince is not something that ordinary people can serve. Serving him is definitely physically and mentally tiring.
Feng Jiuer immediately raised a smile: "Uncle Nine Emperors."
"Come here." He was really having a good time. As soon as he came up and lay down, he already had a book of war in his hand.
The impression of a man who loves to read seems to have been deeply imprinted on his mind a long time ago.
She hesitated for a moment, then bent over and walked over, but she didn't know where she should sit.
You know that Prince Ninth Prince's carriage is very domineering. Except for himself, who can enjoy it, there is no place for anyone else to sit on the carriage.
Apart from the collapse of the carriage floor, where is the place to sit?
It looked like I could only sit on the wooden board.
Jiu'er was still hesitating as to where he should sit, but he saw that he suddenly sat upright and slumped, leaving a lot of space vacant.
"Um, Uncle Nine Emperors, you... just lie down. There is no need to leave room for me."
Feng Jiuer was a little embarrassed. He had such a strong aura, how could she dare to sit next to him?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I just want to sit on the ground."
"Yes." Zhan Qingcheng nodded, and his two long legs were slightly bent. I have to say that this action is really handsome, so handsome that he has no friends.
These two legs are really long, so long that it makes you doubt your life.
He is long and good-looking. No wonder women always fall in love with him easily when they see him.
Feng Jiuer finally looked away and quickly calmed down.
She is dedicated to serving the country... Well, I mean, she is dedicated to doing something important for the country and the people. Now is not the time to talk about her daughter's affair, so how can she be obsessed with a man?
What's more, Mu Mu was so kind to her. If one day she really had to consider her children's personal relationship, she should consider Mu Mu first. How could she be in love with other men?
Anyway, she doesn't want to fall in love at all now, so whether it's the Ninth Prince or Mu Mu, just look at such a handsome man and don't think too much.
Just as he was about to sit quietly aside, he heard the voice of Uncle Nine Emperors coming softly: "Come here."
"Huh?" Feng Jiuer subconsciously glanced at his soft body again, but shook her head: "No, Uncle Nine Emperors, I just sit on the floor."
"I didn't say I wouldn't let you sit on the floor." He said expressionlessly, "Come here and sit."
What do you mean? He told her to sit on the floor, but then let her pass. The man’s heart is so deep that he can’t figure it out at all?
