There is only one tree left, and one person is sitting under the pavilion, blowing the cold wind, and thinking alone.

"Sure enough, I am the only one so pitiful!"

She put down the cup and sighed again.

When Feng Jiuer passed by, Zhan Qingcheng had just hung several lanterns in his hands at the corresponding positions.

When the man turned back to look at her, Feng Jiuer handed over the cup in her hands.

"Thank you for your hard work, this is your reward."

Zhan Qingcheng took the cup, opened the cap, and took a sip of tea.

After taking the cup handed back by the man, Feng Jiuer looked around.

Meeting everyone's pleading eyes, she nodded with a smile, and her eyes returned to Zhan Qingcheng.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, how about you take a break?

I have delicious pastries over there, you must like them too."

The people nearby were looking at Feng Jiu'er with gratitude.

It's not that they weren't happy for the Ninth Prince to help, it's just that everyone present was extremely nervous to ask the Ninth Prince to do such a trivial matter.
Chapter completed!