Chapter 172: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 10
Jing Chuantang pinched the back of her hand, with a lecherous look on his face and a magnetic, deep voice.
"As a subject, I should help Your Majesty resolve his worries and difficulties."
Quan Jiu: Haha, I think you want to take off your clothes.
She took the porcelain white wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. As the yellow wine entered her stomach, Quan Jiu frowned.
The wine was so strong that it burned all the way from my throat to my esophagus.
“Cough cough cough…”
She couldn't hold it in and choked out.
Jing Chuantang smiled even more happily, and actually took out a handkerchief to wipe the wine stains from her lips with gentle movements.
Quan Jiu: ...I always feel that in the next second, he will pull out a knife and kill her with one blow.
"Ergou, he's really perverted."
001: "Don't you just like perverts?"
He saw that she was living quite comfortably in Shen Qingze's cage.
When Xu Zhu walked in elegantly in a white jade robe with gold thread, he saw Quan Jiu and Jing Chuantang flirting with each other.
His face darkened slightly, and he spoke in an unbearable tone:
"It's true that lust blinds one's mind."
On the day of offering sacrifices to heaven and praying for blessings, she touched him all over in the ancestral hall. How long has it been since then that she started looking for other targets?
Not to mention that the target is Jingchuantang, which is supported by the people and is rumored to have rebellious intentions.
I'm afraid that in the end, she won't even know how she died.
As soon as Quan Jiu finished the wine handed to him by Jingchuantang, he looked straight into Xu Zhu's cold black eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat and she blinked innocently.
He insisted on feeding me, and there was nothing I could do.
"National Master, are you here?"
She took the initiative to greet Xu Zhu.
As soon as the morning passed today, it was the third day of the outbreak of the Heartbreak Fragrance. I guess we came to see how she died.
"Come here, give the Imperial Master a seat."
The origin of Xu Zhu is very strange. There was a flood in Qianqiu Kingdom. The previous emperor sent many ministers to provide disaster relief, but it was of no use.
A monk calculated with his fingers and found that the noble man who could solve the flood problem was in the south. In the same year, there happened to be a chivalrous man respected by the people in the south, and that was Xu Zhu.
The most amazing thing was that after Xu Zhu cast the spell, the heavy rain that had been going on for a whole month suddenly stopped the next day, the sky cleared up, and a seven-colored rainbow hung high in the sky.
The court was shocked, and the late emperor immediately appointed Xu Zhu as the imperial preceptor of Qianqiu State. His status was higher than that of all other officials in the dynasties, and he could even disobey the royal orders.
Xu Zhu sat down at the lower left of Quan Jiu, slightly higher than Feng Zhuo.
"General Jing's triumphant return is truly a blessing for the people. As the Imperial Master of Qianqiu, I should come and congratulate him."
Quan Jiu then realized that he had not given any reward to Jingchuantang:
"Lord Jing, you have made an invaluable contribution in defending the enemy this time. Is there any reward you would like?"
She can afford high official titles, vast acres of fertile land, and peerless beauties.
Jing Chuantang sat lazily beside Quan Jiu, his clothes slightly open, and his lips were rosy because he had drunk two glasses of wine.
"Reward..."
His eyes moved around Quan Jiu.
"How about Your Majesty accompany me tonight and not leave until I'm drunk?"
Quan Jiu was stunned: "That's it?"
Everyone said that Jingchuantang had evil ambitions, and she thought he would take the opportunity to ask for a huge amount of money.
Jingchuantang poured her another glass of wine:
"That's it."
He wanted to tear off her mask and see what kind of person was hiding under this skin.
Quan Jiu was not the only one who was shocked. All the civil and military officials in the court stared at each other, trying to guess what Jingchuantang was thinking.
What about the rebellion you promised?
What happened to the agreement on insubordination?
Why did we start clinking glasses and drinking?
Could it be that he wanted to make the emperor let down his guard so that he could find an opportunity to take action?
No one believed that Jingchuantang really had his eyes on Quanjiu.
This foolish and incompetent empress with a terrible reputation would never be worthy of Jingchuantang's attention.
Feng Zhuo looked up at the two people who were drinking, with an unclear look in his eyes.
"Your Majesty."
A soft voice suddenly sounded.
When he looked up, he saw Chu Yingying, the only daughter of the Minister of Justice, standing in front of his desk.
Quan Jiu looked over with an eye that was watching a good show.
Everyone in the capital knows that the talented woman Chu Yingying has admired Feng Zhuo for a long time.
Feng Zhuo: "What's the matter?"
"Yingying has recently been reading the Five Classics and has discovered many points worthy of further study. I wonder if Your Highness would be able to help me understand these questions when he is free."
Feng Zhuo: "No time."
"puff."
Quan Jiu couldn't help but spit out the wine.
Jing Chuantang looked at her with a half-smile, and leaned close to her ear:
"Funny?"
Quan Jiu: "Ahem...the wine is too strong."
She doesn't have the courage to laugh at Feng Zhuo yet.
Xu Zhu saw the two people whispering to each other, poured himself a glass of wine without saying a word, and drank it.
Chu Yingying was not embarrassed at all when Feng Zhuo rejected her.
"The prince is busy with government affairs, and it is my daughter who is confused."
Feng Zhuo placed his hands on his knees and nodded indifferently.
"Your Majesty, what do you think of the Regent's appearance?"
Jing Chuantang continued to whisper to her.
Quan Jiu became interested: "Why, are you interested in him?"
Marrying Feng Zhuo to Jingchuantang, if you think about it carefully, this is a good idea.
Jing Chuantang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and stared into Quan Jiu's eyes:
"I like women."
"Like His Majesty."
Quan Jiu: “…”
"It's over, Ergou, he won't fall in love with me at first sight."
A lot of dirty talk.
001: "Maybe he's after your life."
Quan Jiu: “…”
What a beautiful and tragic love story.
At the following dinner, Jing Chuantang forced her to drink a lot of wine, and it seemed that he would not stop until he got her drunk.
Zhu Yan is a person who gets drunk easily. After drinking a pot of wine, his eyes become blurry.
Seeing this, Jingchuantang stopped and looked at her with a smile.
"Your Majesty, you are drunk."
Quan Jiu: "I'm not drunk."
Jingchuantang smiled but said nothing.
Quan Jiu slapped the long table and stood up suddenly.
"I'm really not drunk! If you don't believe me, just look! I can still walk on my own!"
In full view of everyone, she stumbled down the stairs and almost fell several times.
Quan Jiu's cheeks flushed red as he looked around the room, as if he was going to "randomly pick a lucky person to sleep with you tonight."
The ministers who met her gaze immediately lowered their heads, especially the handsome men, who wished they could crawl into the cracks in the ground to escape from her clutches.
Quan Jiu smiled foolishly, and walked towards Feng Zhuo firmly in the surprised and shocked eyes of everyone.
The drunk woman grabbed Feng Zhuo's wide sleeves and shook them gently, her red lips glistening with water, looking quite coquettish.
"My dear..."
Feng Zhuo: “…”
Quan Jiu suddenly leaned close to his ear:
"General Jing is so scary, please save me."
Feng Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, it turned out that she was pretending to be drunk.
Looking down at the woman squatting in front of the wheelchair, the stuffiness in my chest tonight felt much better.
Fortunately, not too stupid.
Knowing who is reliable will prevent you from being fooled by a pot of wine from Jingchuantang.
He said "hmm" lightly, and stopped the action of shaking off Quan Jiu.
"Her Majesty is drunk. I will take her back to her bedroom."
Once the Regent spoke, no one dared to stop him, and the two of them returned to the bedroom unhindered.
Quan Jiu was really a little drunk. She walked beside Feng Zhuo, staring at the man's legs.
I don't know if this leg can be cured...
"Your Majesty, we're here."
The two of them had already arrived outside the bedroom.
Quan Jiu nodded, staggered up the stairs, lost his balance, and fell straight towards Feng Zhuo's trouser leg.
There was something soft in my hand.
She looked up and saw the man's long, straight legs under his white trousers and robe that she had pulled to his ankles.
Quan Jiu swallowed his saliva:
"My dear, your legs are so white."
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