"Why do you have to go?" Although Zhan Qingcheng did not continue to refuse, it was obvious that he did not agree either.
"If you want to see me, you can meet me when I return in triumph. There is no need to rush."
Although he felt a little disappointed when he thought about being separated for several months, but the battlefield was ruthless, and that kind of life was not something she could live with.
Seeing that she still looked angry and unwilling, Zhan Qingcheng subconsciously lowered his voice to appease her: "When I come back, you will live in the Ninth Prince's Mansion, so that we can see each other day and night."
Feng Jiuer really wanted to pick up the teapot and smash it on his head. What did this guy mean? Is she such a lecherous person?
Although seeing such a handsome man like Uncle Nine Emperors every day is indeed pleasing to the eye, facing Uncle Nine Emperors every day will make your heart unbearable.
Think about it, your life is still at stake.
Besides, why did Uncle Nine Emperors talk about her as if she would die if she left him? She is not such a pervert.
"I don't want to see Uncle Nine Emperors..."
"Huh?" A certain man's eyes narrowed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
Yu Jingfeng hurriedly coughed and reminded: "Miss Jiuer just wants to see the prince, so she insists on following the prince on the expedition, right?"
Feng Jiu'er, who has no eyesight, dared to say anything out loud if she wanted to see the Ninth Prince and was looking for death!
Feng Jiuer immediately realized that what she said was wrong, but that was not what she meant.
It's not that she doesn't want to see Uncle Nine Emperors, but it's not because she wants to see Uncle Nine Emperors every day that she wants to follow him on the expedition.
Alas, why is it that the more you talk, the more convoluted it becomes, and even you get involved in it?
Zhan Qingcheng didn't seem to like this topic very much. He said indifferently: "This time it is the Yihe tribe who disrupted the border town. The soldiers of the Yihe tribe are brave and good at fighting. They are a rare and tough nation."
"So, Uncle Nine Emperors won't let me follow you because this nation is too difficult to deal with. Are Uncle Nine Emperors afraid that I will be in danger on the battlefield?"
Jiu'er bit her lip, feeling a little uneasy for no reason: "Even Uncle Nine Emperors feels dangerous. Are those Yanhe people really so ferocious?"
"Yes." This was Yu Jingfeng's answer. He said: "The Yanhe clan is said to be an extension of the ancient Meng clan. Hundreds of years ago, they came across the ocean and settled in the border town of Beimu.
Take root.”
"For hundreds of years, we have always been at peace with the surrounding countries, but this time, we actually destroyed two small countries in succession, and it only took half a year."
"Although those two small countries are not big, their area and population are several times that of the Yihe people. They defeated the many with less and allowed themselves to grow rapidly. I have never seen such a tough nation and warriors."
"So, Uncle Nine Emperors, isn't it dangerous for you to go?" Jiu'er grabbed Zhan Qingcheng's big palm. He was still unconvinced just now, but now, his heart was suddenly filled with worry.
Even Yu Jingfeng said that he had never seen such a tough nation. It can be seen that the soldiers of the Yihe tribe are really powerful.
The Ninth Prince's eyes finally softened completely. His emotions were not easy to fluctuate, but in front of Feng Jiu'er, he seemed to be particularly susceptible to her influence.
He said calmly: "You can just wait for my return in the imperial city."
"But……"
Before Feng Jiuer finished speaking, several waiters came up from downstairs, lined up in a row, and served them dishes respectfully.
No one moved their chopsticks, Yu Jingfeng glanced at the waiters, and then they hurriedly went downstairs.
Yu Jingfeng immediately took out the silver needle and tried each dish. He didn't notice any problems, and then sent the chopsticks to Zhan Qingcheng.
"Your Majesty, have a meal."
"How can there be so many rules when you are out?" Feng Jiuer was used to having no rules and regulations in front of Uncle Nine Emperors. She picked up her chopsticks and started to eat.
The mute slave suddenly grabbed her wrist. Under Zhan Qingcheng's darkened gaze, the mute slave shook his head gently.
Yu Jingfeng's face changed slightly: "Is there a problem?"
However, there was no ambush around, and there wasn’t necessarily anything unusual about the dishes in front of me. Haven’t they all been tried with a silver needle?
If there is really a problem and he is completely unaware of it, then he is really worthy of death.
Everyone's eyes fell on the mute slave, but the mute slave just blinked at Feng Jiu'er, then took Jiu'er's hand, and with an almost cold gaze, wrote a few words on her palm.
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The waiter's fingernails on that shop's hands were black.
Feng Jiuer studied medicine, and although she was not good at using poisons, she had heard that people who were used to using poisons would have their fingernails stained with a little bit of sunspot, which was the result of long-term contamination by poisons.
If there is no black and purple color and is a master of poison, such people do not exist, but they can be counted in the world.
Just now, one of the waiters' fingernails was actually black, but she didn't notice it at all, but the attentive mute slave noticed it.
Jiu'er glanced at Zhan Qingcheng, then at Yu Jingfeng, and said with lips: "There is a problem."
Yu Jingfeng could already guess what she meant, but which store waiter was she?
The mute slave looked at the cup of soup on the table, and everyone understood that it was the waiter who served the soup just now.
Yu Jingfeng pursed his lips, with a look of surprise on his face. He also tested the soup for a while, but the silver needle did not show any change.
At this time, another shop waiter came up from below and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, our shop's most famous fragrant palm treasure is here, please use it slowly!"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but glance at his hands. These hands were clean and there were no problems on the fingernails.
Besides, the waiter in the shop was smiling and relaxed in front of them, without any nervous expression at all.
Apparently, there shouldn't be any problem with this palm treasure, but after the waiter left, Jiu'er frowned, immediately picked up a piece of palm treasure, and wanted to throw it into his mouth.
Zhan Qingcheng's eyes darkened and he pressed her hand down.
"This palm treasure is very fragrant. I just want to try it to see what spices are in it."
Zhan Qingcheng still didn't allow it, but the mute slave took advantage of their argument to pick up a palm treasure and threw it into his mouth.
You dumb slave! Feng Jiuer glared at him with a look of disapproval.
Her body was a bit special, and ordinary poisons basically had no effect on her. She was probably sure that the soup would be fine as well.
The question is whether there are other vegetables that can be mixed with some of the things in the soup and become highly toxic.
The mute slave had already eaten the food, and soon, something was written on Feng Jiuer's palm.
Jiuer nodded, picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile: "Eat quickly and stop talking."
Zhan Qingcheng said nothing and consciously picked up his chopsticks to eat.
The cup of soup was finally drank by them when the meal was about to end.
When the four of them went downstairs, Yu Jingfeng said: "Miss Jiu'er, the master and I have to go back to the house first, so I won't see you off. Goodbye!"
