My dear elder brother

  Jiǔ yīn lí qù de sù dù hěn kuài，dàn shì，yǒu rén bǐ tā gèng kāi.

  English Translation:

  Jiu Yin left quickly, but someone was more open than her.

  A dark figure flashed before her eyes, and by the time Jiuyin came back to herself, where was Feng Chenye's shadow in the room?

  She lifted her skirt and ran out of the door with all her might.

  Qing Yi had already reacted and as she went out, she simultaneously pulled up Jiu Yin's sleeve, taking her to hurry along.

  Inside the house of Zhanqicheng.

  With a "crash", the cup in his hand was swept away by Feng Chenye's palm wind, and with a "splash", the tea water fell to the ground, instantly emitting a burst of green smoke.

  When Jiuyin arrived, he saw the unusual smoke on the ground.

  Her face changed, and she rushed to the front of Qīng Chéng. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Fēng Chén Yè had already grabbed Qián Jīng Chéng and asked urgently: "Did you drink it?"

  She gently pouted her thin lips, lightly brushed away his large palm grasping her collar, and said calmly: "Not yet."

  Everyone let out a sigh of relief. Jiǔ Yīn grasped the large palm of Zhàn Qīng Chéng, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say, and simply stared at him steadily.

  Just now, I inadvertently saw a deep sense of anxiety and panic in Feng Chenye's eyes.

  He actually... cares so much about Qing Cheng.

  When she lifted her eyelids to sneak a peek at Feng Chen Ye, Feng Chen Ye's eyes had already regained their usual calmness. He lightly brushed his sleeve and turned to leave.

  Qing Yi closely followed behind him and in the blink of an eye also left this place.

  The door was closed, and Jiu Yin let out a sigh of relief. He released the grip on Jing Cheng's palm and walked to the tea table, picking up the still warm teapot and throwing it out the window along with the water inside.

  When she looked back at him in the midst of the chaotic city, he was still sitting quietly on the chair, looking up at her.

  "What is your relationship with him?" Wind Xuan Ye had never been so anxious before, although they had only known each other for a short two days, but she was clear that he was absolutely not an easy-to-anger person.

  Feng Chen's night was cold and unfeeling, even to the point of being ruthless. To make such a ruthless person show concern for others is by no means an easy task.

  But he was clearly panicked just now, and he feared that Qingcheng would get into trouble, more than she did.

  Zhan Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at her, gazing for a long time before moving his lips to say calmly: "He is my own brother."

  “……”

  Elder brother, why did you push your younger brother's woman onto the city wall in front of everyone and humiliate her publicly?

  Older brother, why did you forcefully take his woman in front of your younger brother?

  Elder brother, why are you so ruthless? You personally sealed his qihai point, making it impossible for him to cultivate his energy and lose the ability to defend himself.

  Just now Feng Chenye was clear that the war-torn city's internal force was sealed, and once poisoned, he would not be able to expel the poisonous tea like himself.

  So he was afraid, fearing that something would happen to Jing Cheng.

  But since they are two brothers, and their hearts are tense, why be so cruel to him?

  Why are they different surnames? Why is one the Fourth King of Eastern Chu and the other the Protector General of Western Chu?

  Jiuyin had many doubts in her mind, but Jian Qingcheng did not allow her to continue asking questions and did not want to mention anything from that year.

  He didn't say, she didn't ask, all the questions were suppressed in her heart, and for a whole night, she was distracted, even when she heard the sound of Qingyi leading the search of the entire inn outside, she had no time to care.

  Feng Chen didn't order her to serve him again, but later she and Qing Cheng were reassigned to another guest room, right next to Feng Chen's.

  After that, no one disturbed them again.

  After simply eating something and taking a bath, Jiuyin only crawled onto the couch, raised his eyes to look at Zhan Qingcheng sitting quietly beside him reading a book, and suddenly felt that he and Feng Chenye really looked quite alike.

  Same handsome, same cool, same unfeeling, also same... figure explosion good.

  Of course, it's also possible that it's just psychological.

  She fell back onto the couch, let out a soft sigh and whispered: "I'm tired, Qing Cheng, go to sleep."

  I'm really tired, although I've always had a lot of questions in my mind.

  Zhan Qingcheng put down the book in her hand, got up and came to the bedside, took off her shoes and socks, and lay down beside her.

  The bed was big enough, compared to when they were in the carriage, the space was much larger.

  Jing Cheng didn't fall asleep in her arms like he did on the horse carriage.

  The two of them slept on opposite sides, he even turned his back to her and faced outward.

  Jiuyin knew he was just habitually indifferent and didn't have any opinion about her.

  She turned her body and looked at his broad back, slightly dazed.

  There are really too many problems in mind, since Qing Cheng is Feng Chen Ye's younger brother, does he also have a relationship with the Dong Chu royal family? Is he also the son of the King of Dong Chu?

  However, he was a member of the Zhan family, and his biological father was Zhan Haoguo, a great general of Western Chu in the past.

  He and Feng Chenye are maternal half-brothers?

  No one told her the answer, and Jing Cheng didn't want to say it, even if he asked himself to ask, he certainly wouldn't say.

  Moreover, knowing that he was unwilling to bring it up, there must have been many unbearable past events; why did she need to ask again?

  She just felt a bit suffocated in her heart, what was she in the war between the two brothers? A cannon fodder destined to end up in a tragic situation?

  "Qīng chéng..." She knew he was still awake, but she couldn't help softly calling out to him.

  Zhan Qingcheng's tall figure slightly hesitated, turned around to face her side, his voice already somewhat hoarse from impending sleep: "What?"

  Jiuyin really admires him, so many things have happened, but he can still sleep soundly every night.

  "Who wants to assassinate Feng Chen Ye?" she asked.

  First, they sent Qinglong to destroy the wooden bridge and set up a snake formation. Now, they've arranged for an assassin to poison him. And it seems that even Qingshan is also their target. Who exactly is behind all this?

  "Is he a royal person?"

  Zhan Qingcheng looked at her for a long time before suddenly asking: "Who do you think it is?"

  Jiuyin stared blankly and shook his head: "I don't know."

  How long has she been here? Even in the past nine sounds, in her pitifully short three months of memory, nine sounds every day except for praying for the people of Xichu and the expeditionary army in the temple, occasionally hiding and secretly watching her most admired war god, otherwise, she can't do anything.

  A maiden so noble and virtuous, who has never left her home or crossed the threshold of her door, how can she understand the affairs of the world?

  Qing Cheng looked at her and said calmly: "I am like you, we are people of Western Chu, and we do not understand anything about Eastern Chu."

  Jiuyin understood that this matter could only be asked of Feng Chenye himself, or perhaps Qingyi. However, these two people were also unlikely to want to say more than half a sentence to her.

  "I'm just worried they'll take you down too." She shifted her body, leaning in closer to him, wanting to reach out and grab his arm, but Warlord City instinctively dodged her touch, even taking a step back, deliberately keeping his distance.

  Jiuyin opened her innocent eyes and stared at his indifferent face, a hint of resentment: "Why are you avoiding me?"

  "I'm afraid you're intentionally luring me." Last night's pain, I don't want it to happen again.

  Jiuyin was stunned for half a day before she finally digested his words, after a while, she suddenly smiled with a mischievous grin: "The great war god is actually afraid of a little woman, if this gets out, I wonder if others will believe it."

  She lay down and slept, looking at him sideways, smiling and asking: "Really will be led astray?"

  Zhan Qingcheng refused to answer her question.

  A hint of loneliness was added to his indifferent face, Jiuyin pursed her lips and let out a gentle breath, turning her head to look at the side of the bed, as if unintentionally, yet helplessly saying: "You want it, I'll give it to you, I don't care at all."

  It's because it's clear that this body will eventually be tarnished, what's the difference who it is with?

  Qing Cheng didn't like her, agreed to marry her, previously because of Guo Shi's words, now because he made a promise and had to take responsibility for her, either way, it wasn't because of love.

  She doesn't want a marriage without love either.

  It's inevitable to leave eventually, not just leaving Feng Chen Ye, but also him.

  "Do you want some?" She turned back again, half-closing her eyes and looking at him: "I don't want any, I'm going to sleep, so sleepy."

  He still didn't speak.

  Jiuyin no longer cared about him and closed his eyes to sleep peacefully.

  Zhan Qingcheng kept his dark and shiny eyes open, staring at her without blinking.

  She fainted on the city wall and was frightened by the soldiers of Wolf's Fang Island. When she woke up, she seemed to have changed completely.

  Facing Feng Chenye's insult, she remained calm and composed, even loudly telling him that she would survive.

  She was almost taken advantage of several times, but when he worried that she would not be able to bear the pain and choose to end her life, she gritted her teeth and persevered every time. After the event, she could still laugh it off as if nothing had happened.

  Her strength and endurance were beyond his expectations, he even doubted for a moment whether the woman in front of him was really the Jiuyin they knew, the Holy Maiden of Western Chu.

  But she really is Jiuyin, absolutely true.

  He stretched out his large palm and gently stroked her sleeping face.

  No matter what, from the moment she followed him into battle, for this lifetime, she was already his responsibility.

  I may have wronged her in this life, but from now on, I will never let her down again.

  From that night on, for two consecutive days, Feng Chen did not let Jiu Yin attend to him again.

  After hurrying for more than a day, by the second day at noon, they had completely left the Chu Ling mountain range and arrived outside the Yanmen Pass.

  Looking up, even at noon, the sky was a dull gray, a kind of gloomy weather that Jiu Yin had never seen before.

  The entire sky was heavy, the earth was shrouded in a net-like haze woven from sand and dust, and judging from the formation of the clouds, this net had not yet been withdrawn.

  He asked the city, he said that a sandstorm would come soon, but the sandstorm had only been heard of before, and had never experienced it. I don't know how severe the consequences will be once the sandstorm comes.

  When having a meal, I heard the brothers in the car team talk about the harm of sandstorms. It seems that every time a sandstorm appears, it will take away many lives. Listening to this, it is absolutely not to be underestimated.

  "Will it be like a tornado?" Having finished lunch and not yet boarded the bus, Jiuyin and Jingcheng sat among the crowd. After taking two sips from the water bottle handed over by Jingcheng, Jiuyin suddenly asked.

  "Harm is greater." The area of harm caused by tornadoes is limited, unless it's a particularly severe one at sea, but the area that can be harmed by sandstorms is usually not small, much larger than that of ordinary tornadoes.

  "Afraid?" He looked down at her slightly flushed face and said calmly, "As long as we enter the city and stay in the post station, there won't be any problem, don't be afraid."