In a daze, he waved his big palm and didn't know what he caught. Then he grabbed it tightly in his palm and kept it in his heart.
Those two frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed a little, and then stretched a little more. After grabbing the soft little hand, they seemed to have taken a reassurance and slowly fell asleep again.
But the frown between the eyebrows still could not be completely relaxed.
Feng Jiu stared at her hand held by his heart, her pursed lips trembling slightly.
He kept talking in his sleep at night, and kept calling the word "Jiuer" in his dream for a long time, making her unable to sleep at all throughout the night.
Finally, when he called out the word "Jiuer" for the N+th time, she couldn't help but walk over to see if he had a fever or was sick.
After he didn't want his hand to be held, he refused to let go without saying anything.
The two people's hands were on his chest, the place closest to his heart. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and there was panic hidden between his brows that could not belong to the Ninth Prince.
But this time Feng Jiu could see clearly that he was indeed panicking.
The always aloof and aloof Iron-blooded God of War, Prince, actually has a panicked side. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who could believe it?
Feng Jiu felt sad and wanted to pull her hand back, but it was always held tightly by him, unwilling to let go at all. There was even a tendency to hold her tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that she would suddenly leave.
It will disappear suddenly.
He is calling Jiu'er...
She didn't know that Feng Jiu'er's disappearance would make him panic like this.
She also didn't know that the disappearance of Feng Jiu'er would damage Uncle Jiuhuang's body to this extent.
Is it because I’ve been searching, or because I haven’t had enough to eat or slept well?
When I checked his pulse, his pulse seemed strong, but in reality it was light. It was as if he hadn't had a good sleep or a good rest for a long, long time.
Now looking at the tired breath between his brows and the dark black color floating faintly in his eyes, it is impossible not to feel distressed.
I just hope that he can have a good sleep and not be so restless and flustered in his dreams.
Even when you fall asleep, you feel tense and highly nervous. How can you get a good rest like this?
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Finally, the gentle female voice sounded in his ears, so familiar: "Uncle Nine Emperors, I will guard you here, have a good sleep, okay?"
Zhan Qingcheng's fingers tightened on her little hand. Gradually, it actually hurt her a bit.
However, his frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed a little, and then relaxed a little more.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I will guard you here, sleep well." He just ordered himself to turn his back to him, was it because he felt that her back was similar to Feng Jiu'er's?
How could just a back view make him fall in love with him to such an extent?
Why is this man so stupid?
"Don't leave...don't leave me, don't leave me..." His fingertips were trembling.
If you had not seen the frightened and anxious side of the Ninth Prince with your own eyes, you would never believe that he was really so vulnerable.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Feng Jiu probably wouldn't believe it.
This silly man, so tall in the eyes of the world, was so insecure around Feng Jiuer.
He is really... so stupid, so stupid that it makes people feel bad.
"I won't leave. As long as you sleep well, I won't leave."
His tangled brows relaxed a little, but he quickly grabbed her hand tightly: "Don't leave me, don't..."
"If you don't sleep well, I will really leave."
"No! I don't allow it..."
"Then sleep well, sleep well, be good..."
... Zhan Qingcheng was a little confused. He clearly grabbed Jiu'er's hand, but when he woke up, his palm was empty, with nothing in it.
When he opened his eyes, he was still in the room where he fell asleep last night. On a bench not far away, a slender figure was sleeping with his back to him.
Looking at her back, the uneasy feeling I felt when I woke up and found my hands empty was inexplicably filled with some peace of mind.
He just looked at her back without speaking or getting up. His eyes were still a little sore, but his muscles and bones felt indescribably comfortable.
Last night was the only night in the past six months that I could sleep peacefully.
At the beginning, I still seemed very uneasy and kept having nightmares, but in the second half of the night, all my dreams were filled with Jiu'er's gentle hands and gentle voice, as if Jiu'er had really returned to my side.
Feng Jiu turned over in her sleep on the other side of the bench, but the chair was too narrow. When she turned over, she almost rolled off the bench.
A gust of wind from the palm was sent over, pushing her almost suspended body back.
Feng Jiu was also frightened by this palm force and woke up instantly. When she opened her eyes, she saw the man on the bed staring at her with his dark starry eyes, expressionless.
Feng Jiu sat up on the bench, yawned, then stood up and leaned toward him: "See the Ninth Prince."
Zhan Qingcheng also sat up, a flash of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
Feng Jiu smiled lightly and said, "It seems that the Ninth Prince doesn't like these secular etiquette, so I'll skip it."
So that next time I salute him and get no response, I have to keep bending over and tire myself to death.
"Well, Your Majesty, it's already dawn, should you go back?"
The Ninth Prince had not returned home all night. He might not have been discovered last night, but someone would always wake him up in the morning.
In addition, this is the second day after the Ninth Prince returned to the imperial city. There may be countless people waiting to visit him early in the morning. It is not a fun thing to find out that the Ninth Prince has not returned all night.
"If the prince doesn't go back, the people in your house will be frightened."
Zhan Qingcheng frowned slightly, as if he was unhappy that he would be driven away as soon as he woke up.
"Your Majesty..." This guy has been here all night, and he doesn't want to leave now. Isn't it a bit too much?
"Your Majesty..." Feng Jiu thought for a while before adding: "This next man, if people know that he keeps a majestic man like Prince Nine staying in the room overnight, I'm afraid the rumors will continue in the future."
"In addition, Your Majesty..." Feng Jiu paused for a moment, and finally said bravely: "Your Majesty is twenty-six and has not yet married. I am afraid many people are speculating on the reason for this."
"Now that the prince spends the night in the men's room again, and the matter spreads out, the suspicion of the prince's broken sleeves may be difficult to wash away..."
"Do you think this king will care?" Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and hummed lightly. He didn't know if he was unhappy or not, but his tone was always so light anyway.
However, Uncle Nine Emperors doesn't care, she does!
If Uncle Nine Emperors were rumored to have a habit of cutting off his sleeves, she would feel uncomfortable too!
The Nine Emperors Uncle is so perfect, how can his reputation be tarnished?
