Chapter 184: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 22

Quan Jiu met his all-seeing eyes, his expression unchanged.

"What do you mean, my dear?"

It is said that the Regent is extremely intelligent and almost a demon. She has witnessed it today.

Feng Zhuo looked at her quietly without answering.

intuition.

The interaction between the assassin and Quan Jiu seemed normal, but he felt that there was a tacit understanding flowing between the two.

Since there was no evidence, Feng Zhuo no longer worried about the assassin's identity and spoke.

"From today on, I will personally protect your Majesty's safety. Your Majesty can rest assured."

Quan Jiu: "Closely?"

Is it the kind of close-fitting she thought it was?

Feng Zhuo: "I will live in Lanyin Palace from now on."

Lanyin Palace is only a five-minute walk from Quanjiu's bedroom.

Quan Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your help, my dear."

Feng Zhuo prepared paper and pen for her and asked her to draw the appearance of an assassin. Quan Jiu hesitated for a long time and finally drew a human-shaped version of Peppa Pig.

The assassin's nostrils are larger than a pig's.

Feng Zhuo stared at the portrait for a long time and then silently put it away.

At this time, night fell outside the window, and the wind was blowing violently. In less than two minutes, the sky was filled with thunder and heavy rain began to fall.

Quan Jiu didn't expect the heavy rain to come so suddenly, and the first thing he looked at was Feng Zhuo's knees.

Last time in the Imperial Garden, the imperial physician said that the cold poison in his knee would flare up every time it rained. I don’t know if it hurts now.

"My dear, your legs..."

Feng Zhuo sat by the door, watching the crackling rain with an indifferent expression:

"No problem, I'm used to it."

Quan Jiu: "Should I apply medicine to you?"

Feng Zhuo was a little surprised: "You have medicine in your bedroom?"

The rain was so heavy that anyone going out with an umbrella would get soaked in seconds. It was too troublesome to go to the Regent's Palace to get medicine, so he might as well endure it.

Quan Jiu: "After you mentioned it last time, I asked the imperial physician to prepare an extra copy in my bedroom."

Mainly, she wanted to study the ointment.

She raised her eyes and met Feng Zhuo's indescribable black eyes.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Something seems wrong.

It seems like she is inviting Feng Zhuo to come to her bedroom often?

Feng Zhuo stared at the obviously dumbfounded Quan Jiu and nodded faintly:

"Your Majesty is thoughtful."

Quan Jiu: “…”

She simply wanted to research the ointment.

The heavy rain had been falling for an hour with no sign of abating. Quan Jiu skillfully rolled up Feng Zhuo's trouser legs and applied medicine to them.

"My dear, I recently found a miracle doctor. Maybe she can help you get back on your feet."

Having been disappointed so many times, Feng Zhuo no longer held out hope:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

It seems that I don't care at all.

Quan Jiu: "I'm serious. This miracle doctor is from the Western Regions and has cured many bone injuries. I heard that she will be coming to Beijing soon. When she arrives, I will definitely invite her back to the palace to treat you."

Feng Zhuo still didn't take it to heart:

"Um."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Quan Jiu said no more.

It was almost dawn, and it was raining heavily with lightning and thunder. The rain not only did not get lighter, but got heavier.

Feng Zhuo finally decided to say goodbye:

"Your Majesty, it is late, I will take my leave."

Quan Jiu looked at his knees:

"But it's raining so hard, holding an umbrella is useless. If you go out now, you'll get soaked in a matter of seconds. The imperial physician said you should keep your knees warm."

Feng Zhuo reminded: "Your Majesty, it is already midnight."

He had already stayed in Zhu Yan's bedroom for two hours. There were differences between men and women, so it would be inappropriate for him to stay any longer.

Quan Jiu only then noticed the time:

"It's already midnight..."

Feng Zhuo was waiting for her to start chasing people away, but he didn't expect Quan Jiu to suddenly say it.

"Since it's so late, please stay tonight, my dear."

Feng Zhuo was shocked, raised his eyes and said in disbelief:

"His Majesty?"

Quan Jiu helped him solve the problem:

"My reputation has long been ruined. You think I care about those rumors? On the contrary, my dear, your legs are injured, and it's raining and windy outside. I absolutely have no reason to push an important official of the country into the fire pit."

If this Yangxin Palace were placed in modern times, it would be a large flat of 300 square meters. With such a large bedroom, it would be no problem for Feng Zhuo to live there.

Under Quan Jiu's persuasion, Feng Zhuo finally stayed. Compared with the other party, he cared less about other people's criticism.

Quan Jiu prepared a mat for him on the floor next to the bed.

"My dear, will you rest here tonight?"

Feng Zhuo, who had never slept on the floor before: "..."

Looking at Quan Jiu's sparkling eyes, he nodded reluctantly.

Quan Jiu was lying on the dragon bed, with only a layer of gauze between the two of them.

Feng Zhuo had no intention of falling asleep. He did not even take off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, practicing internal energy to heal his wounds.

The cold poison was far from being as simple as he said. In addition to applying ointment, he had to keep practicing martial arts to expel the constant coldness in his knees.

After he circulated it for two cycles, the pain in his knee finally dissipated.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, opened his dark eyes, and found that the woman on the bed was sleeping soundly.

Thinking of Zhu Yan's recent abnormality, his eyes flashed slightly, and he stood up and walked to her bedside.

The woman's red lips were slightly open, and the neckline on her chest was messy and loose from sleeping.

He sat by the bed for a long time, slowly reaching out his hand towards her white underwear...

After seeing the fire phoenix on Quan Jiu's shoulder, a dark light flashed in his eyes.

Quan Jiu had already woken up when he approached.

She thought he would strangle her, but she didn't expect him to strip her clothes off.

Quan Jiu: Ergou, he strips women's clothes casually. He has no male ethics.

001: So?

Quan Jiu: I have to teach him a lesson.

The woman sleeping soundly on the bed seemed to have had a nightmare and suddenly twisted uncomfortably. Feng Zhuo was caught off guard and watched helplessly as her half-exposed shoulders became fully exposed.

Feng Zhuo: “…”

He tried to reach out and help her put on her clothes, but the alcohol was pressing down on her sleeves, and the possibility of pulling them out without waking her up was almost zero.

The man frowned with a headache.

If he let her sleep like this, how would he explain the torn belt when he woke up tomorrow morning?

Quan Jiu looked at him in embarrassment, his hands hidden under the quilt clutching the sheets, trying hard not to laugh.

Feng Zhuo stretched out his hand, intending to help her dress again, but the woman suddenly turned over and his fingertips missed again.

The man's narrow black eyes narrowed slightly.

"Since Your Majesty is awake, why pretend to be asleep?"

Quan Jiu: Damn, it seems like something went wrong?

001: He is a martial artist, and he can detect even the slightest change in your breathing rate.

When she was trying to hold back her laughter just now, her breathing rate was obviously off.

Quan Jiu gritted his teeth: Why didn’t you tell me such an important thing earlier?

001: I see you’re having a lot of fun.

Quan Jiu: “!!!”

She blinked her eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and decided to be the first to complain.

"My dear, why are you untying my belt?"

Feng Zhuo: “…”

Quan Jiu tied his belt slowly and calmly:

"Although I am reckless, I also understand that rabbits don't eat grass near their burrows."

Feng Zhuo: "If we don't eat the grass near our nest, what about General Jing and the Imperial Preceptor?"