Chapter 723: After all, you have to get used to it
The sense of presence in the bedroom stopped Feng Jiu from entering.
He didn't want to lie to her, so he couldn't hide his aura, but at this moment, she didn't want to see him.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his deep voice came out from the room: "Wherever you go, I will go."
Feng Jiu took a deep breath, held back her anger, and finally turned around, pushing the door open and entering.
"I don't want to talk to you, Prince, please go back." She walked in, not even willing to look at him.
Zhan Qingcheng just looked at her. She didn't want to talk, so he stopped talking. It was also good to look at her.
Feng Jiu really wanted to kick him, because suddenly she realized that she had really dug a hole for herself. He was not a person who liked to talk in the first place, and he could do it even if he kept him silent for a night.
On the other hand, he was even more angry because he was here and didn't speak.
Sure enough, the woman was being hypocritical. She didn't let him speak, but he obeyed and shut up, which made the depression in her chest even worse!
The most important thing is that it is simply impossible to drive him away.
You can blame him, scold him, or even attack him. With Jiuhuangshu's personality, if he feels that he is in the wrong, he won't fight back even if you beat him to death.
But, even if you beat him to death, he won't leave if he doesn't want to.
There is really nothing you can do about this man.
Feng Jiu sighed deeply, tried to calm down her mood, and tried to ignore her existence.
She asked her servants to bring the bathing soup outside the door and carried it in herself. As soon as she entered the door, the strength of her hands suddenly became lighter.
He carried two large wooden barrels, and the noble Ninth Prince actually filled him with bath water himself.
Four buckets of water were put in, which was basically enough for her to bathe and change clothes. Feng Jiu turned around and glared at him, saying in a cold voice: "I want to take a bath, please step aside first."
"Why avoid it?" Zhan Qingcheng frowned. He actually asked this question so seriously, as if he was supposed to stay.
"It's late at night, a man and a widow..." Feng Jiu bit her lip and was almost dumbfounded. What a man and a woman? Isn't she a man now?
Didn't you show him this man's body?
For two grown men, it's okay even if they bathe and change clothes together, so why go out and avoid it?
There seems to be nothing wrong with what the Ninth Prince said, but doesn't he already know that he is Feng Jiu'er?
However, no one explained it first, and it was as if this problem did not exist at all.
Feng Jiu felt depressed, but nothing could relieve it. She had the urge to yell, curse, and even hit someone!
But in the end, I was forced to endure it.
"When I take a bath, I'm not used to having other people in the room. I would like to ask you, Your Majesty, to stay out of the way first. Is that okay?"
"You have to get used to it after all." Zhan Qingcheng's words were really annoying to the point of death.
Do you really want to hit him? But what is their relationship? There is no relationship at all. What qualifications does she have to hit him?
Also, what does Ninth Prince mean by this? Sooner or later you have to get used to it?
Why are you talking so ambiguously? After tonight, they are already enemies, okay?
Feng Jiu didn't know why she suddenly became so childish, but she was very angry tonight.
She suddenly sat down on the chair and stared at him: "If you don't avoid it, then I won't take a shower. I'll just sit like this all night!"
The Ninth Prince looked at her with soft eyes, and there was a hint of helpless doting in the softness.
After a while, he finally stood up and walked to the window.
Feng Jiu felt her hair beside her ears being blown by the breeze. When she looked at him again, he was no longer in the room.
She subconsciously walked to the window and looked out. He could not hide his aura. On the big tree not far away, the dark figure was sitting against the trunk.
The long shadow almost blended into the night, and it looked a bit lonely, which made people feel distressed.
No, why should she feel distressed! Even if she feels distressed, she should feel distressed for Feng Yinan who was hurt by Leng Yue!
With a bang, Feng Jiu closed the window and stopped looking at that figure.
Just leaning behind the window, my mood never calmed down.
I knew he was helpless, but I couldn't understand it.
She hates it! What she hates most is that she didn't protect Yinan well, and she didn't take good care of the man who almost ruined her life for her.
No matter what, if something happens to Yinan under her nose, it's all her fault!
In fact, she is not complaining about Zhan Qingcheng, she is just complaining about her own incompetence.
Stepping into the bathtub and removing the man's skin, she carefully wiped the imitation leather slowly, not afraid that Zhan Qingcheng would suddenly barge in.
On the contrary, because the Ninth Prince was outside, he felt more at ease.
At least at this time, he would not let anyone into the house, which could be regarded as giving her a certain degree of protection so that she could safely reveal her daughter's identity.
The skin bag was washed clean. Fengjiu wiped it with a dry towel, hung it on the screen, and then started to clean her body.
Outside, the wind blew, and the shadows of the trees swayed, along with the dark and slender figure, swaying gently in the night.
The clothes were fluttering, so beautiful, but it was just too cold.
When Qiao Mu saw it from a distance, he just sighed lightly, turned around and left.
Is the Ninth Prince wrong? Maybe it's not his fault, but how to resolve this resentment?
Even if you know you shouldn't, the lives of these two people are probably already entangled and they can no longer be sorted out, and the black hair will continue to be cut.
So what if he transforms into Feng Jiu? Prince Ninth still recognized his girl at a glance. How could he escape this fate?
She suddenly felt a little sad, not because of her admiration for the Ninth Prince, but because of the God of War Prince who had been silent for more than twenty years and finally met a woman who could bring glory to his life.
He is always so lonely, and only Jiuer can bring him happiness.
But why are the paths between two people always so difficult, even though they are so close together, they seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains?
His figure sitting on the tree was so beautiful that at this moment, even the stars in the sky lost their color compared to him.
Who wouldn’t want to hold such a good-looking man in the palm of his hand and show pity to him?
Even if he held Feng Jiu back tonight and didn't let Feng Jiu take action against Leng Yue, Qiao Mu couldn't hate him.
I really like him so much that I can forgive him no matter what he does.
What about Jiu'er? Can Jiu'er be forgiven?
Suddenly there was a slight movement in the room, Qiao Mu felt sad and walked away quickly.
In fact, she really envied Jiu'er, envied her for being able to win the sympathy and favor of the Ninth Prince alone. It was destined by fate, and she hoped that they would not let down the love given by heaven.
As for her...looking back at the figure again, Qiao Mu smiled lightly.
She is definitely not worthy of such an immortal beauty. If so, what else is there to envy?
