Chapter 665 Uncle Nine Emperors, Turn Your Face and Deny People
This is not the first time Feng Jiu'er has entered the palace, but for Feng Jiu, it is the first time.
Therefore, she was cautious in her words and actions, just like all ordinary people entering the palace for the first time. Although she did not have any humility, she was cautious in everything she said and did, and did not allow herself to make mistakes.
Because she was just Xuan, neither Xiao Yingying nor Qiao Mu accompanied her.
"Your Majesty is drinking tea in the side hall. Sir, just follow the old slave to the side hall to see him." The great eunuch said in a calm tone. What was rare was that he didn't have any of the condescending airs that the eunuchs in charge of the palace used to treat common people.
Feng Jiu nodded and followed behind him.
Soon, the two people arrived at the door of the side hall and waited for the chief eunuch to make the announcement before walking in.
In the side hall, a dark figure suddenly burst into view.
Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, her fingertips tightened in an instant, but the astonishment in her eyes flashed away as quickly as possible, and no trace of it could be found again.
She didn't expect that Uncle Nine Emperors was there, sitting on the seat below Emperor Qiwen. It looked like a very distinguished seat, and even the Eighth Prince only sat at the bottom. This shows how high the status of the Ninth Prince was in the court.
A prince who had just returned from a border town, at this moment, even the Holy One had to obey his words and did not dare to say an unpleasant word.
The Ninth Prince doesn't have any arrogance. He has always been like that. He doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't like to laugh. He occasionally listens to topics that interest him, but if he doesn't dare to be interested, he just drinks tea by himself.
However, what shook Feng Jiu deep inside was his mysterious black outfit.
Last night, Uncle Nine Emperors wore dark black clothes. She thought it was just for walking at night, but she didn't expect that today it was still the same dark black.
This color was something that the former Nine Emperors Uncle did not like. He liked white clothes. Even on the battlefield, he wore silver-white armor.
It seems that Uncle Nine Emperors has a bit of a mysophobia, and he is unwilling to wear dirty clothes.
However, after being with him, Uncle Nine Emperors seemed to be less particular than he was at first. Sometimes, he could even indulge Feng Jiuer in wiping his hands with his noble clothes.
But, that's all in the past...
Feng Jiu's expression returned to normal instantly, and the expression in her eyes changed so quickly that no one else could see it.
"See the Holy Emperor, see the Queen Mother, see the Ninth Prince, see the Eighth Prince..."
After the chief eunuch saluted one by one, he said: "Your Majesty, this is Mr. Feng Jiu who treated His Highness the Crown Prince yesterday. Sir, please come quickly and salute."
Although Feng Jiu is an eminent person among the people, as long as he is a subject of Beimu Kingdom, no matter he is an eminent person or an enemy, he must salute in front of these important figures.
Feng Jiu didn't have any objections. She took a step forward and saluted with a calm and low voice. Her attitude was indifferent, not disrespectful, nor submissive.
This kind of demeanor and behavior is in line with the image of those high-ranking people.
Emperor Qiwen was gentler than every time he saw him before. This time, he clearly looked like a virtuous king.
"Are you Mr. Fengjiu? It was you who treated my emperor yesterday?"
"Go back to Your Majesty, it's me." She was the one who cured him, and she would not deny it. Although she didn't want to take credit, but if you speak modestly in front of Your Majesty, one bad move will turn you into a bully.
"This gentleman's figure looks familiar, but..." Queen Mother Ning stared at Feng Jiu, frowning for a while and shaking her head for a while.
Finally, she smiled and said: "I have never seen the Ai family before, but the aura of my husband is really beautiful."
The Queen Mother said that Feng Jiu's breath was beautiful. This statement was a bit contradictory and the wording was not very accurate.
How can one's breath be beautiful? Besides, she is a handsome young man, so she shouldn't be described as beautiful.
However, the words came from the mouth of Empress Dowager Ning, and those present were all juniors, so naturally they would not correct her.
What's more, everyone really agreed with the Queen Mother's words that Feng Jiu's aura was indeed... very beautiful.
Regardless of whether they are men or women, they are all equally beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
"Mr. Fengjiu, have I... seen you before?" The Eighth Prince also frowned slightly with his thick sword-shaped eyebrows.
"Baby, do you think Mr. looks familiar?" However, after Queen Mother Ning finished speaking, she shook her head again: "No, Ai Jia also feels that he looks very unfamiliar."
"Yes, he looks very strange. Maybe I remembered it wrong." The Eighth Prince chuckled and said, "Sir, please forgive me."
Each of these royal people has a noble status, but their words are more gentle and polite than the last. The Queen Mother and the Prince have no airs at all, which is really rare.
On the other hand, Prince Ninth, the man who spent the night in her room just last night, turned his back on Feng Jiu today and didn't even look at Feng Jiu, as if he was a complete stranger.
The Ninth Prince is usually so arrogant and arrogant. Everyone is used to it, so they don't find it surprising.
After all, the Ninth Prince dislikes meeting strangers the most.
Feng Jiu only glanced at him from the corner of her eye, and did not dare to look again. She said warmly to the Queen Mother: "Of course a commoner in the lower reaches has never had the honor to meet the Queen Mother."
"Now, haven't you seen me before? Sir, please sit down."
The Queen Mother had already spoken. How could the palace maids and eunuchs below dare to be lazy? Someone immediately brought a chair over and asked Feng Jiu to sit down.
Tables and other items were quickly delivered, tea and snacks were all available, and the greetings were not too enthusiastic.
"Thank you sir for saving my prince's life yesterday. Come, I'll give you a cup of tea instead of wine." Emperor Qiwen raised his cup.
Feng Jiu stood up immediately, looking flattered!
"I am a citizen of Beimu Kingdom. Your Highness the Crown Prince has a body worth thousands of dollars. I am lucky enough to be able to save His Highness. It is my blessing. How dare you accept the tea offered by the Holy One?"
Feng Jiu had a measured approach and retreat, and even spoke in a polite manner. She had an aura that was most liked by elders of Empress Dowager Ning's age.
Feng Jiu held the cup in both hands, leaned forward and said: "This cup is for me to offer to the Holy One. Thanks to the Holy One for not disapproving of it, I allow me to treat His Highness the Crown Prince. I am grateful. Please accept the tea offered to me."
"Brother, please don't embarrass Mr. Fengjiu. You see, I scared him into a cold sweat."
The Eighth Prince smiled and said warmly: "Today is just a casual chat. Sir, there is no need to be polite, just treat it as if we are at home."
"Don't dare."
After all the politeness, Feng Jiu was really tired of dealing with it, so she simply let go, no longer so polite, and even spoke more comfortably.
Emperor Qiwen didn't know what stimulated him. He didn't have the airs of aloof emperors in the past. When he spoke, he was really just like the eldest son of the family.
Feng Jiu didn't know why Emperor Qiwen announced her entry into the palace today. No matter how much she said, it was just gossip.
By the way, what qualifications did a commoner like her have to chat and laugh with the royal family? What did Emperor Qiwen want to do?
