Feng Jiu came out, wiped the man's skin and put it back on herself again.
I have encountered too many things recently. Although my martial arts has indeed improved a lot, I still don't feel safe.
Only when I put on this skin do I feel a little safer.
In this turbulent imperial city, who can be truly safe now? From the emperor to the common people, no one knows whether anyone can continue to live a stable life.
There are too many murderous intentions hidden in this imperial city. I don’t know how long I will have to endure such days.
But she couldn't leave now. She still had too many mysteries that she had to solve in this imperial city.
Who was the person who harmed the Long family in the end? Is it true that no one in the Long family is left?
As soon as he came out from behind the screen, the door was pushed open, and the man in black clothes who was sitting on the tree passed by the roof and walked in.
He actually came in through the door. Could it be that he knew that his whereabouts had been discovered, so he was unafraid?
Feng Jiu was a little unhappy. She didn't want to see him at first, but when she saw the two little red spots on his face clearly, she didn't need to think too much. She just picked up the ointment and walked over.
"Mosquito bites?" Why didn't she remember that in this season, there are really a lot of mosquitoes on the trees?
The Nine Emperors Uncle was so handsome that he had two mosquito bites on his face. This was the first time Fengjiu had seen him like this.
Zhan Qingcheng sat down on the chair and let her apply the medicine to herself.
The long fingers traced across the face, and the gentle touch made the two people's hearts move at the same time.
Feng Jiu was a little distracted. Uncle Nine Emperor's face... He was obviously a man who had been on the battlefield for many years. How could his skin be so tender and smooth? Even a woman would be ashamed!
With Jiuhuangshu's temper, it is impossible for him to pay attention to maintenance and so on. Therefore, she is really naturally beautiful and cannot be envied.
It happened to be a boy... Feng Jiu couldn't help but sigh, if the Nine Emperors Uncle were a woman, she would definitely be a witch who would bring disaster to the country and the people.
Phew, what are you thinking about?
Her long fingers kept falling on his face. Zhan Qingcheng held it in for a long time and finally couldn't help but raise his hand and hold her little hand.
This feeling of being wrapped made Feng Jiu suddenly come back to her senses. Looking at her hand held by him again, she frowned and immediately pulled her hand back with force.
"My lord, please respect yourself. How can I, a great man like you, allow you to be so humiliated?" She stepped away quickly, snapped the lid on the ointment bottle, and threw it aside.
Zhan Qingcheng put his big palms on his legs, but he just looked down at his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a moment, he said: "Mr. Fengjiu has been touching my face, have you ever respected yourself?"
"I..." Feng Jiu blushed and almost vomited blood in shame. Isn't this guy usually not talkative? Why is it that when he speaks now, he always hits the nail on the head!
These words really made her feel ashamed. Did she really keep touching his face just now?
But she was so depressed tonight, how could she want to lose to Uncle Nine Emperors verbally?
"I was just treating you. My lord, are you thinking too much?"
"Yes, I am just being sentimental."
Feng Jiu was startled, with so many words stuck in her throat that she couldn't even say a word.
What I'm most afraid of is that when we quarrel, the other party will admit everything and they obviously don't want to continue the quarrel. If they admit whatever you say, what else is there to argue about?
He's not even sincere in his quarrel. What on earth does this guy want to do here?
"Your Majesty, it's getting late, shouldn't it be time to go back to the palace?" Feng Jiu said coldly, her attitude absolutely impatient.
With such an attitude, how could anyone else have stayed here with Zhan Qingcheng for such a long time.
But he didn't take her unkindness seriously at all, and his voice became softer and softer: "If you think it's too late, then..."
Feng Jiu thought that he finally showed his kindness and gave her a peaceful night.
Unexpectedly, this guy stood up, walked to the bed, and sat down: "Then, go to sleep."
"Your Majesty!"
"It's okay. Although this bed is small, I'm not picky." He even lay down and looked at her sideways: "Don't you want to rest? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Feng Jiu really wanted to kick him out: "The prince slept in my bed..."
"Aren't you used to sleeping on a bench?"
"..." Do you really want to squeeze him to death? Even if he refuses to leave, shouldn't you be polite and go sleep on the bench by yourself?
This is her room and her bed, and he took it over so boldly and took it for granted! Isn't it amazing for you to be a prince?
Zhan Qingcheng probably saw her resentment, and he said warmly: "You are short, and there is a mattress on the bench, so you are not aggrieved."
Are these words of comfort? This is clearly humiliating!
Is his figure of nearly 1.9 meters impressive? What's wrong with her being 1.6 meters tall? He actually said she was short because he thought she was short!
It's all serious nonsense. I'm not too short for a girl, right? If I put on height-increasing shoes and pretend to be a man, I can reach over 1.7 meters.
If the shoes are a little taller, they will be 1.8 meters per minute. Where are they shorter?
He actually called her short! That’s too much!
"Jiu'er."
The half-lying man on the bed called out, and the sound he exhaled was like chimes hitting each other, low and magnetic. On a night like this, it was simply charming.
Feng Jiu was startled, but she unexpectedly answered: "Yes."
Immediately, his face turned dark for a moment: "Your Majesty, I am a grown man who doesn't think the title Jiu'er is suitable. Please, Your Majesty..."
"I am very serious to begin with. If you don't believe me, come and give me a hug." How can such a heavy person talk about being self-respecting?
Feng Jiu almost wanted to roll her eyes. Did he learn these words by himself? Did someone teach him to be so glib?
However, with the muscles hidden in the clothes of the God of War Ninth Prince and his height, how can he not be heavy?
She decided not to talk to him. She was obviously very angry tonight, but now she found it difficult to even curse in front of him.
I'm afraid there really is no way to vent this depression.
She was a little angry, so she lay down on the bench, closed her eyes, and couldn't see anything.
However, the man on the bed clearly couldn't sleep. He stared at her slender back and his eyes gradually became serious.
She had been wronged, and he knew that there were some things that he could not explain and was not qualified to explain.
But he couldn't just let her leave after scolding her a few times. He would feel bad if he didn't stare at her.
"Jiu'er," he has his persistence, and he can listen to her on everything else, but there are some things that ordinary people can't change even if he is stubborn.
"The bed is big enough, why not come up and sleep with me."
