Chapter 192: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 30
Quan Jiu: "Does the Imperial Master really think so?"
Xu Zhu: "Of course."
Quan Jiu: Ergou, he is so fake.
001: What else do you want him to say? May you live as long as the blooming flower of the night, and may you pass away soon?
Quan Jiu: ...Just shut up.
"hiss……"
The white powder touched the blood-red wound, causing her to shudder and suddenly retract her hand!
Xu Zhu hadn't finished applying the medicine yet. Seeing her retract her hand, he instinctively grabbed her. In doing so, he grabbed the back of Quan Jiu's hand, which was as smooth as cream.
The woman's hand, which was obviously smaller than hers, was held in the man's hand. The two of them, one big and one small, looked particularly harmonious, and there was a hint of ambiguity in the harmony.
Quan Jiu and Xu Zhu were both visibly stunned.
Xu Zhu let go of his hand unnaturally, and feeling the remaining warmth in his palm, he pursed his lips.
"Your Majesty, please don't move. The wound has not been cleaned yet."
Quan Jiu blinked and put his hand back into his:
"Then continue, my dear."
Holding the woman's soft hand again, Xu Zhu's mood was different from before. At first, he just wanted to apply medicine, but now holding the warmth in his hand, a layer of shallow ripples spread in his heart, and he couldn't concentrate at all.
Quan Jiu was very close to him, with a faint herbal fragrance wafting from her body. Unlike the formal attire she wore in the palace, she was only wearing a white men's robe, with her long hair tied back with a white jade hairpin. She had a beautiful face and exuded an otherworldly aura.
Xu Zhu's eyes became more and more complicated.
In just one year, her temperament changed again.
The "Zhu Yan" in my memory is becoming more and more blurred, but now she is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, her edge becoming more and more apparent day by day.
The two were silent for a long time, and Xu Zhu quietly applied medicine and bandaged her wound.
Quan Jiu: "Thank you for your help, my dear."
Xu Zhu: "Your Majesty, are you still developing an antidote today?"
"good."
Xu Zhu: "Your humble servant..."
Quan Jiu: "Don't call yourself a minister. I am traveling incognito. If you open your mouth, you will expose my identity."
Xu Zhu paused for a moment: "Then call me sir?"
Quan Jiu rolled his eyes: "Call me Ah Jiu."
Her current identity is the imperial physician, and no one will doubt it if others call her Ajiu.
Xu Zhu was silent for a long time, as if this name was a little difficult to say.
"Ajiu."
He opened his red lips slightly and uttered two words lightly.
Quan Jiu: "Come and help me grind the medicine."
Xu Zhu: "Yeah."
The two spent the entire afternoon preparing the medicine, and that evening, Quan Jiu became critically ill.
Originally it was just a low-grade fever that wouldn't go away, but that night, Quan Jiu was so feverish that he was dizzy and couldn't get out of bed.
All the food in her stomach was vomited out, she coughed incessantly, and the pustules on her body began to fester.
A group of imperial doctors knelt down in front of the bed, trembling with fear, looking at the Imperial Master and Jing Chuantang beside them, not daring to breathe.
"It's been an hour since you took the medicine, why hasn't your Majesty's condition improved?"
Jingchuantang sat in the upper seat, his eyes slightly raised. He was angry without any sense of authority.
The chief physician knelt on the ground and kowtowed:
"General Jing, the antidote to this plague has never been successfully developed. Even the first effective antidote was developed by Your Majesty himself..."
Jing Chuan Tang's dark eyes were cold and sharp as he said sarcastically:
"Twenty of you are still no match for His Majesty, who has studied medicine for a year?"
The chief physician kowtowed even harder:
"Please forgive me, General Jing."
They really tried their best.
Xu Zhu's face also looked a little ugly.
The hope of developing the antidote lies with Quan Jiu, but now, she has collapsed first.
"Bang--!!"
In the midst of the wind and rain, the tightly closed door was slammed open by someone.
The man was covered in dust and his umbrella was soaked with rain, which dripped down the umbrella and wet the man's purple robe.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
When the people in the room saw Feng Zhuo, everyone except Xu Zhu and Jing Chuantang knelt down.
Feng Zhuo wore a silver robe and a purple gold crown, and had a handsome face, like an immortal. However, the low aura around him destroyed his beauty and made people feel daunted.
He ignored everyone and pushed his wheelchair straight to Quan Jiu's bedside.
Seeing the woman with a red face and closed eyes, his face became even darker and solemn:
"When was the last time you gave me medicine?"
The chief physician saluted and said, "Your Highness, about an hour ago."
Feng Zhuo glanced at the steaming black herbs in his hand and reached out:
"Give me the medicine."
The imperial physician respectfully handed the medicine to Feng Zhuo and watched the man help Quan Jiu up, pick up the spoon, and feed it to her lips.
"Open your mouth."
Quan Jiu smelled a pungent herbal scent and felt nauseous.
The man's cold voice fell in her ears, and she suspected for a moment that she was hallucinating.
Why did she seem to hear Feng Zhuo's voice...
Quan Jiu struggled to open his eyes. Under the dim candlelight, the man's angular face was indifferent and his pair of black eyes stared straight at Quan Jiu.
Quan Jiu: “!!!”
Not an illusion?
Is this old guy really here?
"Feng Zhuo?"
Because of her blocked nasal cavity, her voice was heavily nasal when she spoke.
Feng Zhuo said "hmm" lightly.
"Your Majesty, I am late."
Quan Jiu blinked guiltily.
She was the one who asked others to keep it a secret from Feng Zhuo.
Qianqiu Kingdom can do without an empress, but it absolutely cannot do without Feng Zhuo. The three surrounding kingdoms are eyeing it covetously. Once Feng Zhuo is critically ill, the others will definitely seize the opportunity to attack Qianqiu Kingdom.
Feng Zhuo could see that she was feeling guilty, but he continued feeding her the medicine.
"Regarding your Majesty's concealment of this humble subject, I will discuss this matter with you in detail once your Majesty recovers."
The subtext is——
When you get better, we can slowly settle our accounts.
Quan Jiu: "There are only five days left, and the development of the antidote is only halfway done. If I were still in good health, I would still be confident of developing the antidote, but now..."
Feng Zhuo: "Your Majesty, please rest and recuperate. Leave the rest to me."
He just didn't believe that there was no one in the world who could develop an antidote.
Quan Jiu looked at his legs:
"Feng Zhuo, find some time. I want to see your legs."
If she really died five days later, she would definitely heal his leg injury before she died.
Feng Zhuo heard her subtext and frowned even deeper.
"No rush, we'll talk about treatment after you recover."
Every time Quan Jiu said a word, it was extremely laborious. She felt like her whole body was on fire, her throat was dry, and she spoke in a bad mood:
"Then if I die, are you going to be a cripple for the rest of your life?"
"I have already said that Your Majesty will be fine."
Feng Zhuo interrupted her.
Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, her consciousness began to blur again. She had to concentrate and talk to Feng Zhuo for such a long time, which had already consumed all her energy tonight.
Seeing that she had fallen asleep again, Feng Zhuo lowered his eyes and covered her with the quilt, handed the medicine bowl aside, and looked at Jingchuantang with cold eyes.
"If anything happens to her, your Jing family will not be immune to it."
Jingchuantang saluted with both hands and said:
"It is my fault. If anything happens to Your Majesty, I will not survive alone."
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