What does she want to express? Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er suspiciously and saw the sadness on her eyebrows. She was originally lively and cute.
The smile was tinged with helplessness. There seems to be so much suffering that cannot be described
"I am not the eldest lady, the eldest lady does not need to tell this to me." Long Jiu said coldly and distantly. He still couldn't let go of the scene where Feng Xi'er spoke affectionately about her love for Long Qi just a moment ago, and she defended herself at this moment. .
Paranoid by nature.
Feng Xi'er's heart felt like being pricked by needles. She had known about Long Jiu's indifference, but she still felt uncomfortable for some reason. I don’t know why I told Long Jiu this.
Feng Xi'er's sensitive and fragile heart was hit, and her already troubled mood suddenly fell to the bottom. She didn't know where she came from, but she got the courage to reply as coldly and distantly as Long Jiu: "The Ninth Prince is right, The Ninth Prince is not mine, so you don’t need to care about my life or death. I’m leaving, and there’s no need to trouble the Ninth Prince anymore... "
Feng Xi'er didn't want to owe Long Jiu too many favors anymore. Long Jiu had saved her many times, but he was always so hot and cold towards her. Feng Xi'er hated to guess, and sometimes she couldn't figure out what she had done. No, it made Long Jiu angry.
Don't think that because he is a prince, he can have a temper. Feng Xi'er is also a young lady, and she also has a temper.
Feng Xi'er said that she was about to get out of bed. Long Jiu grabbed her arm, held down Feng Xi'er's restless body, and asked in a domineering and authoritarian tone: "Are you angry with me?"
Feng Xi'er's fragile heart was severely hurt. She felt even more aggrieved when asked by Long Jiu. She stubbornly turned her face away from Long Jiu and replied angrily: "I'm not the Nine Princes, how dare I Are you angry with the Ninth Prince?"
Long Jiu narrowed his eyes, this girl still dared to lose her temper with him? He was the one who was obviously angry. It was obvious that she had done something to make him unhappy. Long Jiu's slender fingers grasped Feng Xi'er's chin, straightened her head, and forced her to look directly at him.
Feng Xi'er felt very disrespected, her face turned red, and she stared straight at Long Jiu with her big, smart eyes, breathing out in dissatisfaction, her beautiful eyes filled with warmth and anger.
"If the Ninth Prince hates me so much, there is no need to save me..." Feng Xi'er was half angry and half vindictive. Long Jiu's medical skills were considered the best in the dynasty. If Long Jiu had not treated her arm in time, she would have been disabled.
When Qi returns to Qi, we can never forget our roots.
Long Jiu snorted softly and said coldly: "I said that saving you is just to repay your mother's kindness for saving Grandma Huang's life."
Feng Xi'er's stubborn temper was rising and she couldn't hold it back. She gritted her teeth and pursed her lips angrily, and forcefully shook off Long Jiu's five fingers, and said: "The kindness that the Ninth Prince wanted to repay has been repaid long ago, so the Ninth Prince doesn't have to do it anymore." It doesn’t matter whether I live or die, I want to go back to my house, so I don’t need to trouble the Ninth Prince anymore... "
Feng Xi'er was very stubborn and had to fight to get rid of Long Jiu's grasp. Long Jiu was so strong that he held Feng Xi'er's shoulders with both hands and forced Feng Xi'er into the bed against the wall. With their faces almost touching each other through the mask, Long Jiu raised the corners of his mouth and said coldly and evilly: "Do you think the Nine Princes' Mansion is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
Feng Xi'er was so angry at Long Jiu's tyranny that her face turned red, her eyes widened, her cheeks puffed out, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Long Jiu, you are unreasonable, is it possible that you want to imprison me again?"
Long Jiu raised his domineering curve and said, "Yes, what can you do?"
Feng Xi'er recalled the time when Long Jiu was assassinated and cut off the killer's head and gave it to the queen. She was shocked and trembled slightly, but she still raised her chin and looked at Long Jiu unwillingly, "Long Jiu, you scoundrel." ,asshole"
This was the first time Feng Xi'er dared to talk to Long Jiu like this. She has tolerated this boy for a long time.
Long Jiu has always been aloof and aloof. People in Jiuzhonglou have always treated him with respect. Even Uncle Fei Lin respects him. Who dares to talk to him like this
Long Jiu was not annoyed either. He knew that Feng Xi'er was a straightforward and straightforward person, but he actually felt happy in his heart. Every time Long Jiu saw Feng Xi'er and Long Qi quarreling, he would always get inexplicably angry. , they feel like playful lovers. When I think of Feng Xi'er being polite to me, I can't help but compare.
However, as soon as he thought of Feng Xi'er saying the words "I love you" to Long Qi affectionately, Long Jiu's heart felt cold to the bottom, and a haze flashed across his face. He once again pinched Feng Xi'er's chin, tall and straight. The body stepped forward, and the figure was enveloped in light. Feng Xi'er felt that she was instantly eclipsed, and her stubborn heart suddenly became a little scared. Long Jiu's moodiness was exactly the same as Hong Jiu's, which scared her from the bottom of her heart.
Feng Xi'er's stubborn heart softened instantly, but she pretended to be calm and glared at her angrily: "Long Jiu, let me go."
With her face flushed and pink cheeks, even when she was angry, she would make him love and annoy him so much. Long Jiu tried hard to restrain the urge to tell Feng Xi'er the truth. It turns out that loving someone is actually... Such feelings can't be controlled, and the heart can't help itself.
"Are you afraid of me?" Long Jiu stared at Feng Xi'er with his cold, dark eyes through his mask, trying to see through her at a glance.
Feng Xi'er said duplicity: "The Ninth Prince is not a flood beast, what should I be afraid of?"
Her stubborn and straightforward face betrayed her words. She was clearly afraid of him, so why didn't she admit it? Long Jiu was heartbroken, thinking that Feng Xi'er, like the rest of the world, rejected and feared him as a ghost king.
Long Jiu didn't care what the world thought of him, he only cared about how Feng Xi'er thought of him.
Because she is his only one.
"I am not a flood beast. I am a ghost king who is more terrifying than a flood beast. You are obviously afraid of me, so why don't you admit it?" Long Jiu's aura was aggressive, and his sensitive mind was paranoid again and again, and he was determined to ask Feng Xi'er what was in his heart.
Feng Xi'er felt aggrieved that the whole story had been misinterpreted. She blushed angrily and said righteously: "If I were really afraid of the Ghost King, I would not have said such words on the day the Ninth Prince lifted the ban. The Ninth Prince was suddenly cold to me." "Suddenly, I just don't know what I did wrong to make the Ninth Prince unhappy..."
Long Jiu paused suddenly, thinking about the day Feng Xi'er was released from prison, disregarding everyone, boldly seeking justice for the emperor's uncle, and what she said for him. Thinking about it this way, he had never truly trusted her.
Feng Xi'er fell in love with his other identity, so she didn't question him too much. She obviously wanted to know and understand him, but she still held back. As for him, Feng Xi'er told him about time travel, but she couldn't. He actually doesn't trust her...
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er's angry little face. Xi'er was a straight white man, and everything would show on her face. She would not deceive him.
After doubting, he became half-believing, and then believed again. Long Jiu finally chose to believe Feng Xi'er, just because A Xi was a sincere person, and he felt it deeply when he was with her as Hong Jiu.
Long Jiu released his fingers from holding Feng Xi'er's chin and saw the red mark on her fair chin. His cold heart suddenly softened, but he was still too stubborn to say a nice or comforting word. Son, he just said coldly: "You didn't do anything wrong, it's just that I have always been so moody. It's late at night and you are weak. It's not appropriate to go back home. Take a rest."