Long Jiu stood in the corridor of the stable, pressing his head against the man curled up into a ball in the haystack. The love and affection in my heart crept up again.
This conflicting feeling tortured him so much that he wanted to kill himself.
When he saw that Feng Xi'er still had a thick quilt on her body, Long Jiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Still not cold enough.
Long Jiu took a deep look at Feng Xi'er before turning and leaving.
He was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, he would be unable to resist going up and carrying her back to the room.
Ziyun came out of the dark corner, looked at Long Jiu's back, and then at Feng Xi'er in the pile of phoenix grass, feeling emotions surge in her heart.
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In the early morning, a cool breeze blew over, and Feng Xi'er woke up in a state of dizziness.
Reaching out and touching her forehead, Feng Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief. It was only slightly hot, not serious.
Feng Xi'er stood up from the haystack, patted the straw on her body, hugged the thick quilt, and walked towards the laundry room.
His mind was a little dizzy, and the soles of his feet were extremely heavy, as if there were jacks locking his feet. Every step he took was difficult.
Feng Xi'er shook her head hard twice. Why is this broken body so fragile
In the corridor, Feng Xi'er yawned, raised her eyes, and suddenly saw Long Jiu coming towards her.
Long Jiu walked slowly with his hands behind his back as usual, showing a leisurely and contented attitude.
It’s really a narrow road between enemies.
Feng Xi'er blinked her long eyelashes twice, thinking about whether to salute the Ghost King.
Feng Xi'er saw that Lord Ghost King didn't seem to see her and was about to turn around and change direction.
As soon as he turned around, Long Jiu's cool voice came from behind: "Stop..."
Feng Xi'er hugged the big quilt in her arms tightly, tried hard to push her little head out, arched her eyebrows, squeezed out a silly smile, and asked: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"
The ink on Feng Xi'er's face has not been washed off, her hair is messy, and there are a few tiny straws stuck to her hair. At this moment, she is smiling at Long Jiu again with a naive look on her face. This look is so funny and cute.
Long Jiu's lips raised a smile unconsciously, coughed softly, walked up to Feng Xi'er, raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xi'er, it was good, he could still stand up and laugh, at least, he was not completely a waste.
Long Jiu didn't know that he got up earlier than usual today and had no sleep last night because he kept thinking about... this woman... Long Jiu spent the whole night thinking about a problem. Feng Xi'er couldn't sleep in the haystack. Can sleep well.
So, I basically had no sleep all night, and I wanted to come and take a look when I got up early in the morning. Sure enough, I bumped into it as soon as I came out.
He obviously wanted to punish this woman, but he couldn't help but care about her. This feeling was itchy and uncomfortable, but Long Jiu still enjoyed it.
Is this the legendary search for abuse
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er condescendingly and replied arrogantly: "What? I can't call you if it's okay?"
Huh, overbearing.
Feng Xi'er could only dare to be angry but dare not say anything, and replied pitifully: "Of course not, the prince is so noble and high, and the prince tells the little one to go to the west, the little one will never dare to go to the south."
Huh, sharp tongue.
"You haven't saluted me yet?" Long Jiuliang said with a smile.
What? To stop her is to ask her to bow
Sure enough, people are being bullied because of their kindness. The more forbearing she is, the more the Ghost King will push her further.
Forget it, if a hero doesn't want to suffer immediate losses, why don't he just salute
Feng Xi'er lowered her eyebrows and leaned down slightly in displeasure. She bowed her head respectfully to Long Jiu and said, "See you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty Jin An."
Long Jiu was in an inexplicably good mood, with a hint of victory. He gently flicked his sleeves and ordered: "Go down."
Feng Xi'er quickly stepped away and ran away.
"Stop..." Long Jiu stopped her again.
Are you kidding her? Feng Xi'er is still brooding about what happened last night. Does this ghost king who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong like to tease her so much
Feng Xi'er timidly turned her head and asked, "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"
"You have time to clean up after yourself. I don't want to be spread out and say that the Ghost King's Mansion has a female ghost." Long Jiu's tone was very friendly.
There is a female ghost in the ghost king's house? This is quite easy to say.
Feng Xi'er nodded: "Your Highness also knows that I have been very busy all day long. Yunwu Xingyue and the others are eager to let me do all the rough work in the house. How can I have time to take care of myself?"
Did they really let her do so much work
Long Jiu's eyes were instantly filled with a hint of gloom.
Feng Xi'er thought that Long Jiu was angry with her for saying bad things about Yunwu Xingyue, so she quickly smiled and said: "Young man, go and clean up after yourself..." After saying that, she hugged the big quilt and ran away quickly.
When she walked out of the corridor, Feng Xi'er couldn't help but turn her eyes and look back, fearing that Long Jiu would be angry because she said something wrong.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Feng Xi'er turned around.
Unexpectedly, they encountered Long Shi and Long Qi, who had just been led in by the housekeeper. The two brothers raised their eyes in tacit understanding and were stunned when they saw Feng Xi'er.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the lively and charming girl has lost a lot of weight. Her already petite face has become even more fleshless. Her eyes are red and there are dark circles in her eye sockets. Her lips are no longer as bright as before, and there are spots on her face. Dirty ink, messy hair with a few weeds stuck to it, and a heavy quilt in his arms.
She is... Long Shi looked in the direction where Feng Xi'er came out. If he guessed correctly, there was a stable over there. Long Shi had visited the Jiuwang Mansion and had a good memory, so he would not make mistakes.
Are the rumors true
Did Brother Jiu really treat Xiao Xi badly
On their wedding night, they threw Xiao Xi into the laundry room, and now they let her sleep in the stable
Long Shi felt a sudden pain in his heart. Xiaoxi desperately married Jiu Ge, but now she is facing this...
Long Qi also felt uncomfortable. He thought that if he let go, Feng Xi'er would be happy.
But, no, she seemed to be living... very embarrassed.
Feng Xi'er smiled awkwardly. She really didn't expect to see Long Shi and Long Qi again so soon, and in such an embarrassing situation. After knowing Long Shi's thoughts that day, Feng Xi'er felt a little uncomfortable facing Long Shi. In freedom, it is difficult to be as calm as before.
After confessing to each other with Long Qi, everyone no longer had such bad feelings.
The feelings between people are so strange.
"Why are you here?" Feng Xi'er rolled her eyes twice at a loss.
"I'm just bored. Let's see Brother Nine... and you by the way." Long Shi's tone was not as familiar as it was at first, and he seemed a little worried.
Feng Xi'er nodded and subconsciously wanted to leave, not wanting the two of them to see her current embarrassment.
"Then, you go find the prince, I'll go into the house first," Feng Xi'er said, turning around and walking away.
"Xi'er..." Long Qi stopped her.
Feng Xi'er turned her head and reminded with a bit of embarrassment: "Seventh Prince, I am your ninth brother now. It would be better for you to call me Ninth Aunt or eldest lady."
She said that your ninth brother, not the ninth prince, was specifically reminding him that she was from Longjiu
Long Qi was stunned.
Then he stepped forward and pretended to help Feng Xi'er hold the quilt: "It looks heavy, let me hold it for you."
Feng Xi'er was panicking. This was the Nine Princes' Mansion, and the ancient people's thoughts were relatively feudal. If someone looked at him, there would be a lot of gossip. Besides, the Ghost King was uncertain. If he saw it, Feng Xi'er wouldn't think about it. There have been good times.