The Great Scheming Empress

  Back to the team, Feng Chenye's shallow green figure did not appear. When Qingyi carried Jiuyin and wanted to throw her into the carriage, Jiuyin grasped his clothes and hastily stopped him: "Put me outside the car door, don't go in."

  Qing Yi was taken aback for a moment before she finally understood her meaning.

  The clothes are so wet, I'm afraid they'll get the bedding dirty if I go in.

  He put her in the position outside the carriage door belonging to the coachman and then turned around and strode towards another horse-drawn vehicle.

  That carriage must belong to Feng Chen Ye.

  As expected, the man in green walked to the side of the carriage, bowed slightly and said something to someone inside. Apparently having received permission, he stepped aboard.

  Jiuyin withdrew her gaze, turned around and swept open the curtains of the horse carriage, but inside was empty without a single person.

  Her heart tightened slightly, and Jing Cheng had not returned yet. Earlier when she was outside, she did not see Jing Cheng's figure either.

  Thinking that he might also be like himself, lost in the dense forest, wanting to find him, but afraid of missing each other and getting trapped himself, making things even worse.

  Today the sun is high in the sky, and the sunlight falls on my body, but it can't bring out even a little warmth.

  The gentle breeze blows over, brushing against my skin, sending a chill straight to the bottom of my heart.

  It's still very cold at the end of March.

  She sat in front of the carriage door, occasionally looking around, occasionally leaning on the armrest, waiting and waiting, and eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

  At some point, a cool and large palm fell on her wrist, gently pulling it once.

  "Don't bite me!" Jiuyin was startled and suddenly woke up from her nightmare.

  She raised her eyes and saw that the tall figure of Zhan Qingcheng was standing in front of her, blocking all the cool breeze for her.

  Although my body is still cold, but my heart has warmed up a lot.

  "Where did you go?" She rubbed her sore eyes, fortunately he was tall enough to block the piercing gaze for her, even if she had just opened her eyes, it didn't feel too uncomfortable.

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't answer her question, his gaze fell on her wet clothes, his dense sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, a hint of displeasure: "Go in and change your clothes."

  Jiuyin lowered her head and took a glance at herself, her clothes were no longer dripping with water, but they were still wet and clinging to her body, showcasing her slender figure thoroughly, even the pink undergarment was faintly visible.

  She slightly bowed her head, turned around to pull open the car curtain, and looked at the flat and smooth long-haired blanket inside the car, reluctant to mess it up: "Don't want to dirty it."

  Zhan Qingcheng didn't say a word, and swiftly entered the carriage. He took out a set of clothes from the trunk and placed them behind the curtain, before returning to the entrance of the carriage. He opened his cloak and used his own body to block all prying eyes for her:

  "Take off your clothes and go in."

  Although he created a safe space for her, Jiuyin still felt a bit shy.

  Others can't see him, but he's standing right here, and with a glance, he can see her through.

  But thinking back, he had already seen his own body countless times, so it was actually nothing to be shy about.

  She moved away from her seat, carefully and painfully making her way to the place closest to the curtain, lowering her head, a pair of small hands falling on her waist, quickly unfastening her belt.

  Clothes slipped down, in sight, all are charming and enchanting scenery that can tempt one's soul.

  She had completely shed her outer garments and even discarded her undergarments to one side, took a deep breath before bending down to remove her own pants.

  "Just look and don't have any evil thoughts." The voice was extremely calm, but in fact, the heartbeat had been accelerating.

  "It's okay, I've been watching all along." Indeed, he had been watching all along.

  Snow-white delicate back, exquisite sensitive neck...

  However, before he could see more and better scenery, someone had already lifted the curtain and crawled in with difficulty.

  It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he realized the woman's body was actually quite attractive, only he had never paid attention before.

  Jiuyin changed into a good dress and came out. Zhan Qingcheng had already gotten off the car and was standing aside, as if waiting for her.

  This man, no matter which angle you look at him from, is a 365-degree perfect man with no blind spots. His white clothes are as clean as snow, his figure is tall and slender, his bones are proud and elegant, and he is charming and captivating. No matter how you look at him, he looks good.

  But letting her get off... is a bit difficult.

  When Zhan Qiang Cheng turned his head to look at her, she was still sitting in front of the car door, looking up at him without any movement.

  He came silently to the side of the car, his thin lips moving: "Not feeling well?"

  He noticed that she had been frowning all along.

  Jiǔ yīn lifted her skirt and stretched out her right foot: "It's sprained."

  She didn't wear socks and shoes because her ankle really hurt like a knife cutting it bit by bit.

  Zhan Qingcheng bent down and picked up her delicate lotus foot, and indeed, there was a swelling on her ankle.

  A big hand covered it, just such a small movement, and she was hot again, her five senses tangled once more.

  It hurts, it hurts so much that even a slight touch makes her almost unable to hold back tears.

  The city's gaze fell on her chest, his thin lips lightly pursed, and he casually threw out two words: "Quite big."

  Really... big?

  Jiu Yun's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, her gaze following his line of sight downwards, landing on the two towering peaks on her own chest.

  Full, towering high, visually at least 34D, indeed not small.

  However, she... her eyebrows furrowed tightly, and she suddenly lifted her head to look at his handsome face that seemed untouched by worldly desires, not daring to believe that this proud and arrogant war god would say such shameless words.

  Actually said she was great in front of her!

  "Damn it!"

  A shrill scream pierced the sky.

  People nearby turned back at the same time, only to see the woman in the car seat tightly grasping the long hair of the war god, with all five facial features twisted together in pain.

  And the God of War... The God of War, who was so feared on the battlefield that people would take a detour to avoid him, was now holding onto a woman's foot and massaging it with humility.

  The iron-blooded war god has become a gentle finger at this moment.

  Feng Chenye and Qingyi got off the carriage just in time to see this scene.

  Qing Yi's eyes sparkled with a hint of disbelief: "It seems that the God of War really cares about this female slave."

  Feng Chen's gaze fell on the two of them, his rose-colored lips pursed lightly as he swept a glance over them before ignoring them once more.

  "When will the broken bridge ahead be repaired?"

  Looking at his tall back, Qing Yi hurriedly caught up and respectfully said: "Returning to the king, it will probably take another day. The eighteen riders are rushing to repair."

  Feng Chen's footsteps paused slightly at night, and when he looked up, he could still see the silhouettes of his eighteen brothers suspended on the cliff, rebuilding the broken bridge at their fastest speed.

  There are two roads from Langya Island back to the Eastern Chu Imperial City, one is the official road, but the official road goes around the mountains, and the distance is more than three times longer.

  Another path is the small road they are currently taking, but along the way, they have to cross the Ji Heng Mountain. The cliff in front of them is a must-pass place and also the most dangerous and difficult section of the road.

  "I suspect that the bridge collapse is the doing of someone from Qinglong Gate." Feng Chenye took a step forward, and the man in green followed closely behind him, "There will definitely be a fierce battle here tonight. I'll inform everyone to strengthen their defenses. Your Highness, as for the War God..."

  Feng Chen remained silent at night, walking to his brothers' side and sitting on the ground like them.

  "Your Highness, dinner is served." A subordinate presented a freshly roasted wild chicken with both hands respectfully raised.

  Fengchen night shift, quiet dinner.

  On the other side, Zhan Qingcheng had already helped Jiu Yin adjust her ankle to its proper position. Seeing that she was in pain and covered in sweat, he gently took out his sleeve to wipe away her perspiration. His voice also became softer: "Are you hungry? I'll take you to have a meal."

  Those gentle eyes and caring words made Jiuyin suddenly lost in the past once again.

  Her foot still hurt a little, although not as much as before, and she naturally stretched out her hand towards Zhan Ying Cheng.

  He slightly hesitated for a moment, then picked her up horizontally and walked towards the crowd.

  There were already guards who had reserved seats for them, and their seats were right across from Feng Chen Ye.

  Taking over the roasted chicken respectfully handed over by the guard, Zhan Qingcheng tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Jiu Yin.

  Jiu Yin didn't say much and took it over, starting to nibble on it with small mouthfuls.

  Actually, attention has always been focused on Feng Chenye opposite him.

  She thought of how she had struggled to save him today, but he ignored her cries for help, and a fierce anger rose up in her heart, hating that she couldn't throw the leftover chicken bones from her hand onto his face.

  Being handsome is nothing special, just because of noble status and good looks can you be so indifferent to human life?

  Qing Cheng is in no way inferior to him, but Qing Cheng is much more lovely.

  This Yì Wáng Yé, the more she looked at him, the more she felt displeased, the more she detested him. But, unintentionally recalling the intimacy between them last night, remembering how he sat beside her and wantonly tore off her clothes... Her face again couldn't help but flush with a faint layer of crimson.

  How could she have been so intimate with such an evil person?

  Suddenly, Feng Chenye's icy gaze met her prying eyes. In the instant their gazes touched, Jiu Yin was startled and almost dropped the chicken leg in her hand.

  She hastily averted her gaze, lowered her eyelids, and ignored everything around her.

  She was quite disgusted with Feng Chen Ye, but now that the enemy is strong and she is weak, she doesn't even have the qualifications to be disgusted, and can only silently resent.

  The person beside her seemed to have not noticed her abnormality, seeing that she had already eaten a chicken leg, and then tore another one for him. After that, he started pecking at the remaining chicken body.

  Even eating can be done so elegantly, and even if one eats in an uncouth manner, it is still a feast for the eyes.

  Jiǔ yīn discovered that she really liked this man more and more, or rather, from the moment he willingly became a prisoner to save her on the city wall, she had already fallen for this iron-boned man.

  No one has ever been so good to her in this life.

  She saw the remaining oil stains on his lips and hurriedly took up her sleeve to carefully wipe them away for him.

  It was as if he had grown accustomed to her presence, and so Warlord Jing did not decline her ministrations. After she had wiped the corners of his mouth clean for him, he asked indifferently, "Full?"

  Jiuyin nodded, looked up and saw that the whole team was gathered together, eating in silence. The atmosphere was a bit solemn, with only occasional gentle breezes blowing by, but still feeling cool and refreshing.

  She involuntarily shrank her body.

  Although it was just a small movement, Chen Qing still noticed it.

  He took off his own cloak and put it on her, took the water bottle handed over by the guard, pulled out the wooden plug, and held it to her lips: "Drink some."

  Jiu Yun listened and drank two mouthfuls, after which Zhan Qing Cheng drank a few more big mouthfuls, before suddenly standing up and extending his hand to her: "Take you out for a walk."