Chapter 173: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 11
The man's legs had an unhealthy white color due to not seeing the sun for many years, and his exposed slender calves were strong and powerful, and the muscles he had trained in his early years had not yet completely degenerated.
Feng Zhuo stared at the innocent woman kneeling in front of his legs, his lips tightly pursed and his eyes sharp.
"Are you looking for death?"
Everyone in the Qianqiu Kingdom knows that the empress loves handsome men, but they dare not provoke the regent Feng Zhuo. After all, only by clinging to Feng Zhuo's thigh can she sit firmly on the throne.
Quan Jiu felt a little dizzy. She shook her head and stared at Feng Zhuo in confusion.
"You don't even have breasts, so why are you so fierce?"
Feng Zhuo's five fingers on the wheelchair contracted, showing signs of exerting force, and he warned.
"Zhu Yan."
He no longer called her "Her Majesty" but just addressed the empress by her name.
"It's not Zhu Yan, it's Ajiu."
Quan Jiu pursed her red lips and shook her head.
001 stared at the scene and silently worried for her.
Fortunately, the empress's name is also Ajiu, otherwise Feng Zhuo would definitely have discovered the clue.
Feng Zhuo ignored the charming and charming person and said in a deep voice:
"I'll give you three seconds. If you still want these hands, take them away."
Quan Jiu's hands were still tightly gripping his pants, and she refused to let go.
"My dear, I was wrong. I will put on your pants for you right now."
She grabbed his pants and tugged at them, pretending to pull them up for him. A gust of cold wind rushed into Feng Zhuo's green robe.
Feng Zhuo's temples were throbbing, and he couldn't bear it any longer and raised his hand. Just as it was about to touch the back of Quan Jiu's neck, the woman in front of him suddenly jumped up and threw herself into his arms, holding his waist tightly with her arms.
“Wuwuwuwu… What should I do… My pants are moving by themselves… It’s so scary… I can’t put them on… Wuwuwuwu…”
Tears hung on the woman's long, curled eyelashes, and her nose was slightly red from crying, making her look like a pitiful little kitten. However, because of her beautiful and enchanting appearance, she had a bit more intoxicating charm, and her every frown and smile made people's heart move.
Feng Zhuo had never been interested in women, and this was the first time a woman threw herself at him. He should have been furious, but looking at Quan Jiu, who was crying and hiccuping, as dazed as a child, he hesitated to bring down his raised hand...
He was a little angry and amused.
What do you mean the pants are moving? She was clearly holding the pants and pulling them randomly, how could the pants not move?
"My dear..."
Quan Jiu wiped the tears mixed with rouge and powder onto Feng Zhuo's clean coat.
Feng Zhuo didn't move, staring at the person in his arms.
The woman's face was flushed, her eyes were closed as she leaned in his arms, with two tears hanging on her cheeks. She was in a daze, but she still made a promise.
"My dear...don't worry...I will definitely cure your leg disease...you will always be the brightest young man in Chang'an City..."
Feng Zhuo lowered his eyes, making it impossible to read his expression.
After a long time, the woman who had been talking to herself finally quieted down and lay on his legs, breathing steadily.
"Feng Ling."
"I'm here."
A black-clad guard suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Feng Zhuo: "Send His Majesty back to the palace to rest."
"I obey your command!"
The black-clad guard picked up Quan Jiu and sent him back to the bedroom.
After the bedroom door was closed, the woman lying on the bed, drunk as a puddle, suddenly twisted her waist strangely, and then her movements became more and more vigorous, until she could no longer hold it back, and a light laugh came from under the quilt.
001: "Take it easy, Feng Zhuo hasn't gone far yet."
Quan Jiu excitedly raised his head from the bed, his eyes clear and bright, without a trace of drunkenness at all:
"I was so scared! If I hadn't pretended to be drunk, Feng Zhuo would have slapped me to death."
001: "Why didn't I realize you were so good at crying scenes before?"
Quan Jiu: "This is what I call true feelings."
Without WiFi, a cell phone, or even air conditioning, she would never be happy again.
Quan Jiu was sitting in the gauze curtain. As soon as he lifted the curtain and stood up, he saw a little kid sitting opposite him with a shocked and confused face.
Quan Jiu: “!!!”
Damn it!
I almost forgot there was a little brat in the bedroom!
"cough……"
She met Naituanzi's gaze, walked over slowly, and said softly:
"Baby..."
The milk ball's neck shrank.
Quan Jiu's heart choked, and he asked with a glimmer of hope.
"What did you see tonight?"
Naituanzi pursed her lips nervously, and I stole a glance at her reaction.
"See... you taking off the Regent's pants."
Quan Jiu: “…”
Then didn't Naituanzi see the whole process of her face changing?
"I also saw...you holding him tightly and not letting go."
Seeing that she showed no signs of being angry, Naituanzi continued to speak boldly.
"If you cry in his arms, he won't be able to bear to hit you."
He looked at Quan Jiu with a conflicted expression.
The world of a three-year-old child is still very simple. He does not understand the twists and turns of the adult world and is just objectively describing the scene he just saw.
Quan Jiu's face turned red when he heard this.
What does it mean that Feng Zhuo couldn't bear to hit her when she cried?
It's as if she and Feng Zhuo are having an affair?!
After struggling for a long time, Naituanzi finally expressed his doubts:
"You... like the Regent?"
So would the Regent be his nominal "father"?
Quan Jiu pinched his soft little face:
"He is not important, I only like you."
A sweet, soft and shy little baby is much better than a man.
Upon hearing her straightforward confession, Naituanzi became shy again. His fair little ears turned crimson, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look directly into Quan Jiu's eyes.
She, she, she started again...
He felt a little excited, but couldn't help telling himself to be reserved.
He was afraid that she would feel happy about him and would never coax him again...
He was a little greedy and hoped that she would always treat him like this.
…
Late at night, at the hour of Yin.
Outside the Yangxin Palace.
Quan Jiu was sleeping soundly with his little girl in his arms when the thin paper on the mahogany window was suddenly pierced by a sharp object and a puff of smoke blew in silently.
The mother and child were breathing steadily and did not move.
The guard outside the door was knocked down at some point, and the person outside opened the door of the bedroom and swaggered in.
The white boots were embroidered with light blue floating clouds. The man walked very lightly and walked all the way to the dragon bed without making any noise.
He stared at it through the gauze curtain for a long time, and finally reached out to lift the hanging gauze curtain.
“Whoosh!”
A flying knife flew towards the man's eyebrows.
“Zizi—”
The sound of sharp metal weapons colliding with each other was particularly loud and harsh in the quiet room.
Quan Jiu sat up, and through the flying white gauze curtain and the moonlight, she finally saw the face of the person who came.
The woman sat on the dragon bed with her legs hooked, her red lips slightly raised, as if she was smiling.
"As the Imperial Master, sneaking into a woman's boudoir late at night, isn't that a bad idea?"
Xu Zhu's eyes and eyebrows were indifferent and otherworldly, his long hair was tied up in a crown, his three thousand black hair were like a waterfall, and his white robe swayed in the moonlight.
It was the fan in his hand that caught the flying knife thrown by Quan Jiu just now.
Xu Zhu's expression was unclear, and he looked into her eyes with a probing look:
"You are not Zhu Yan."
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