Why did Feng Jiu dare to really take off her clothes in front of the Ninth Prince? That's because, in addition to a piece of obscene clothing, she also wore a layer of skin.
This is a layer of skin made with medicine and animal skin after painstaking practice for more than a month. It is attached to the human body and is no different from real skin.
She, Qiao Mu and Xiao Yingying each have a leather suit, which they don't usually wear. They only wear it when they think there might be danger.
Feng Jiu didn't know why tonight, but after meeting Lord Nine during the day and taking a bath at night, she felt that she should put it on.
I can’t explain the reason. In short, I just thought I should do it. Unexpectedly, it really came in handy tonight.
This leather suit, from the arms to the body, is made in one piece. Even if you look at it during the day, you may not be able to see any flaws, let alone a dark night with only candlelight.
She just didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperors would be so anxious that he vomited blood when he saw his "male body".
After gathering her clothes and tying the belt, she quickly walked over and took Zhan Qingcheng's wrist.
After a while, she said: "Ninth Prince, you have been overworked these days, your breath is disordered, and your vitality has been seriously injured and you did not take a good rest. You are not in good health."
He didn't speak, just stared at her face coldly. This face was completely unfamiliar, but there was no flaw in it.
Just like her body, it is clearly a man's body!
His eyes were very cold, as cold as ice.
Feng Jiu's scalp went numb when he looked at her. He was staring at her at such a close distance. If she said she wasn't nervous, she would be lying. Otherwise, cold sweat wouldn't break out on her forehead again.
Now that he is obviously a man, at such a close distance, he should be able to see that his face is real, so why is he still staring at him?
Feng Jiu didn't dare to think too much. She let go of Zhan Qingcheng's wrist and looked at the blood stains on his lips. She endured it, but she still couldn't. She pulled the brocade scarf from somewhere and wiped away the blood stains on his lips.
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"My lord, if you don't mind, can I prescribe you some medicine?"
How could his body be in such a state of loss? His blood was low, his vitality was severely damaged, his heart was damaged, and his whole body was depleted of energy. He was like a machine that had been running for too long. Because he had not rested for too long, all the parts had problems.
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But he still looked so tough and domineering, and he didn't seem to have any problems at all.
This guy is obviously so exhausted, but he keeps holding on in front of outsiders.
"How long has it been since your lord...that you had a good rest?"
He still didn't speak, just looked at her coldly.
Anyway, Uncle Nine Emperors is not a talkative person to begin with. In fact, in most cases, he doesn't like to talk at all.
"How about I make some medicine for you?" Because she suspected that even if she wrote the prescription, he would not take it back, let alone let someone else prepare the medicine for herself.
"I'll be back as soon as I go, half an hour at most... no, two sticks of incense, okay?"
The other party still didn't say a word, so Feng Jiu had no choice but to take off the coat on the screen and put it on casually. She immediately went out and went to the pharmacy.
The east and west compartments are separate. Although everyone usually eats together, the east and west compartments have separate dining rooms.
Feng Jiu just didn't expect that when she took the medicine and fried it in the dining room, the black figure walked in from the door.
He was wearing black clothes, which was a color he didn't like very much before. He preferred pure white.
The black suit he wears now is actually quite good-looking, wild and sexy, and it fully exposes his good figure.
The only thing that makes people feel a little uncomfortable is that people look even more lonely and arrogant.
"Isn't the prince resting in the room?" Feng Jiu was boiling the medicine and took a moment to look back at him, fearing that this guy would suddenly do something again.
When Uncle Nine Emperors does things, who can guess what he is thinking? No one knows what shocking things he will do next.
Zhan Qingcheng did nothing, just stood behind her, staring at her back in a daze.
Those cold eyes were still without much warmth, but Feng Jiu found that when he looked at her back, his eyes seemed to have softened a lot, at least, not so cold.
Is it because he likes to see her figure because her figure is so similar?
It's been half a year, and Uncle Nine Emperors...has never given up, has he?
Feng Jiu was a little helpless. It was not just a short time to cook the medicine. The time just mentioned for two sticks of incense was barely enough.
Of course, the medicine needs to be fried for a while, so that the medicine juice will be thicker and the medicine will be more effective.
She searched around the dining room and finally found a stool and moved it to him. Feng Jiu said softly: "My lord, you have indeed overworked yourself. If possible, please rest more."
The dull gourd still didn't speak, but he was obedient and sat down on the stool she brought.
However, as soon as I sat down, there was a sudden grunting sound.
Feng Jiu was stunned and looked down at the stunning man who had just sat down. Is this gurgling sound coming from his stomach?
"Your Majesty... have you had dinner?" Oh no, it's already this time, what do you mean after dinner? It's too late to even have midnight snack!
Zhan Qingcheng finally reacted this time. Although he still pursed his lips and said nothing, he at least shook his head.
He doesn’t even need dinner! How does this guy live his life?
Feng Jiu was a little angry. Could it be that it was because she had not cared about herself so much that her health was so bad?
Of course the Ninth Prince would not answer the questions in her heart. He just kept staring at her body, fascinated, as if he didn't even hear what she said later.
He's really... so stupid. How come he's so seductive?
Feng Jiu quickly averted her gaze. She was very fond of sex, and it was midnight. Both of them were men, so they couldn't act obscenely toward Uncle Nine Emperors.
She turned around and walked to the stove. She didn't know what she had done, but the fire started to burn very quickly.
After lighting the fire, I cleaned the pot, put in water, washed the vegetables, and cooked the noodles. In short, in less than a stick of incense, a bowl of fragrant noodles was delivered to Zhan Qingcheng.
He lowered his head and stared at the steaming bowl of noodles. Such a tall and cold man had a sore nose because of a bowl of noodles.
Feng Jiu's heart skipped a beat, and she almost choked to tears because of Uncle Nine Emperor's loss.
It's really... it's so difficult for the beautiful man to control his mood right now. He's sad, and she seems to be crying with him. This feeling of being affected is simply terrifying!
But why did Uncle Nine Emperors feel sad when he looked at a bowl of noodles? Did he...remember something from the past?
But does he know that with his incredible looks and a little bit of sadness and loneliness, he will make women go crazy for him?
