Of course Jiu'er didn't know that just after he left for a while, there were a lot of people saying bad things about him behind his back.
However, even if she knew, I'm afraid she wouldn't take it seriously.
She can't stop someone else from having a mouth on her, so she might as well ignore it.
The time in life is really too limited, so you must devote your limited time to what you should do.
The convoy was on the road, heading towards Phoenix City.
The days were spent busy on the road, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed.
This is the fourth day since Mu Mu woke up, and his face does look much better now than it did three days ago.
In particular, he is physically stronger than the average person. Three days of recuperation is comparable to half a month for others.
Therefore, it has only been three days since I woke up. Now, except for the fact that my face is a little pale, I can't see any signs of weakness at all.
Seeing Mu Mu like this, Ye Luosha finally felt at ease. The only uneasy thing was that he had no idea what Feng Jiu'er was thinking, nor what she thought about Mu'er and Wuya.
But in short, Mu Mu's recovery is all thanks to Jiu'er. Therefore, Ye Luosha is also confused in his heart, whether he should accept Feng Jiu'er's existence or not?
That night, Feng Jiuer received an express letter and Xing Zizhou arrived at Yanhe. The speed was incredible.
It seemed that Xing Zizhou had been traveling for three days and four nights, even while sleeping.
Feng Jiuer was extremely moved by such hard work.
"What are you looking at that makes you so excited?" Mu Mu came back from outside and looked up to see Feng Jiuer sitting on the bench with eyes full of smiles.
He can move around now. Jiu'er didn't allow him to move around before. Unexpectedly, after he insisted on walking by himself, Jiu'er's sense of his physical fitness was once again refreshed.
It's so good, so powerful, and its healing ability is so fast!
However, a person who has died once does look very different from Mu Mu in the past. Why do you always feel that he has a bit of the Nine Emperors Uncle's style of doing things?
Well, maybe it's not a style, but a temperament, an innate temperament, just like the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"I just received a message from a friend flying pigeon, and he told me that he has arrived at his destination."
"Yi He?" It's not like Mu Mu hasn't heard what they discussed in the past few days, especially Qiao Mu who often reports something to Feng Jiuer.
Regarding Yan He, about their rush to Phoenix City, about the legendary Ninth Prince... Mu Mu could basically guess many things just by listening to a few random sentences.
"Yes, Yan He." Feng Jiuer thought for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and a flash of hesitation flashed across her eyes.
"Do you have something to say?" Mu Mu walked in, sat down at the coffee table, and poured himself a cup of warm tea. "If you have something to say, tell me. Are there any secrets between you and me?"
Jiuer automatically ignored the meaning of his words. She had explained to him countless times before that the reason why she could be so close to him was because she was a doctor.
In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between men and women, only patients.
However, Mu Mu didn't listen. He had his own ideas. If she talked too much, he would only be irritated and even angry sometimes.
Therefore, Feng Jiuer stopped mentioning this matter and will talk about everything after he gets better.
However, she suddenly thought of some of the previous things. She looked at Mu Mu and hesitated for a moment before asking: "Are you really not able to remember anything about the past? What about the Yanhe people? Is there anything else?
Any impression?"
"Yes." Feng Jiuer was stunned by Mu Mu's words and immediately stared at his face.
Mu Mu drank half a cup of tea and then said calmly: "Yihe is going to attack Phoenix City. I have a vague impression that I have had some interactions with the Yuhe people before."
"Do you really remember?" Feng Jiuer was overjoyed and asked immediately: "Then do you also remember that you once met a Yanhe man alone at midnight? I also bumped into him that time."
It was because of that time that so many things happened in the future. Until now, things have never stopped and no one has had a peaceful day.
Looking back now, everything really started from that night.
Mu Mu stared at her face, seeming to be remembering, but quickly shook his head: "No impression."
Jiu'er breathed out, a little disappointed. She still doesn't know why Mu Mu met the Yanhe people in private. Is it to deal with Uncle Nine Emperors or something?
What does the Yanhe people who want to assassinate Uncle Nine Emperors have to do with Mu Mu?
Mu Mu has lost his memory now. These things are like a kite with its string cut off. He can no longer grasp it, and he is afraid that it will never be clear again.
"Okay, it's getting late. Go to bed early. We have to go on a journey tomorrow."
Feng Jiuer put the letter on the candlelight. The simple letter would soon be burned to ashes. She stood up and was about to go out.
Mu Mu frowned: "Where to go?"
"I'll go next door to rest. If anything happens at night, if you speak a little louder, I can hear it."
Now that he can get up and walk on his own, there is no need for her to be by his side all the time. If he continues like this, his principle of being alone in the middle of the night will come out again.
Jiu'er knew that Mu Mu really couldn't be blamed for this kind of thing. This was a concept of the era. As an outsider, she really couldn't do anything other than follow the local customs.
No matter what she does, she can't change everyone's opinions.
Therefore, I can only avoid it subconsciously.
Mu Mu didn't speak, he just stared at her back as she left the house, his eyes deep.
Of course Jiu'er knew that he was unhappy, but like Uncle Nine Emperors, this guy was proud and dignified. Even if he was unhappy, he would probably be unwilling to say anything.
However, if I am not happy now, I will get used to it in two days.
Just get used to it.
Qiao Mu had already tidied up the room next door for Jiu'er, because Jiu'er always went to see Mu Mu again at night, so Jiu'er didn't want to live with other people for fear of affecting the other person's rest.
Tonight, Jiu'er slept alone next door to Mu Mu, while Qiao Mu was still with Xiao Yingtao.
Jiu'er just didn't expect that when he was about to go to bed, there was an uninvited guest in the room.
"Is something wrong?" Feng Jiuer's face darkened when she saw Leng Yue pushing the door open. She was a little displeased with this behavior of not even knocking on the door twice.
Leng Yue naturally didn't want to pay attention to her mood, and of course there was no need to pay attention to it. She walked in and closed the door behind her.
She walked not far from Feng Jiu'er, and her voice was not loud, even deliberately lowered: "I have something to talk to you about, about the Lord."
