Chapter 193: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 31
Feng Zhuo looked at Xu Zhu who was standing beside him again, with an imposing manner:
"The Imperial Master has good tactics."
Xu Zhu's origins are a mystery, and he has never trusted him. The National Master's Mansion has been monitored by Qianqiu Kingdom's secret guards all year round, but when Xu Zhu left the capital this time, he did not receive any news from the secret guards.
Xu Zhu sat at the table, his white robe hanging naturally, his hands resting on his knees:
"Since the prince has mentioned it, I will make it clear. I don't like being watched. Next time I meet the prince's people, I will not be polite."
His status in Qianqiu Kingdom is higher than that of the royal family. Although he is wary of Feng Zhuo, he is not afraid of him.
Feng Zhuo looked at him from a distance, and their gazes became material, colliding in the air and rubbing against each other to produce sparks.
"Xu Zhu, I advise you not to take advantage of her."
Feng Zhuo's dark eyes were as still as water.
Xu Zhu is obviously not an ordinary person. He took the initiative to stay in Qianqiu Country, so he must have some ulterior motive.
In the era of heroes, the world was divided into four parts, and the military strength of Qianqiu Kingdom was only ranked third among the four countries. If Xu Zhu really wanted to realize his ambitions, he could choose Liang Kingdom, which had the strongest military strength.
After much thought, the only thing he could covet in Qianqiu Kingdom was the throne.
Feng Zhuo was in a high position, and every move he made carried an overwhelming sense of oppression, but Xu Zhu remained calm, looking at him calmly, and said with a simple and decisive tone:
"Your Highness is worrying too much."
At least at this moment, "Zhu Yan" cannot die.
Feng Zhuo stared at him coldly for a long time before looking away.
He has been investigating Xu Zhu's background, but has found nothing. It's like he appeared out of nowhere, with no past.
No matter how powerful a hunter is, there will always be a moment when he has to take action. He is waiting for the day when he will take the initiative to attack.
…
When Quan Jiu woke up again, the fever had subsided, but her body felt weak after the high fever. She tried to sit up with her hands, but the door creaked open from the outside.
The first person to come in was a wooden wheelchair, with a purple robe hanging down, covering the man's slender legs.
"My dear?"
Quan Jiu was slightly startled. She was delirious with fever at the time and thought Feng Zhuo's appearance was just an illusion. She didn't expect Feng Zhuo to really come.
She was speechless. Why did they come one after another? Wouldn’t the court be leaderless now?
Feng Zhuo pushed the wheelchair to her bedside, stared at Quan Jiu, whose lips were pale, and said:
"Where is the miracle doctor you met a year ago now?"
He actually had his eyes on the miracle doctor.
Quan Jiu: “…”
How could she explain that I was actually the miracle healer?
"After she gave me the medical book, she went on a journey around the world. The chances of finding her within five days are slim."
Feng Zhuo heard this, but did not give up:
"How will you know if you don't try?"
He has issued an imperial decree, stating that anyone who can solve the plague will be rewarded with high official positions, generous salaries, and endless wealth and glory.
Quan Jiu: ...Ergou, he cares about me so much, I am so touched QwQ.
001: Of course he cares about you. If you die, he will have to find someone else to be the emperor. How troublesome.
Quanjiu:?
001: You only have four days left to live, and you're still arguing with me. It seems you think you're living too long.
Quan Jiu: Can’t you say something nicer?
001: I wish you and Feng Zhuo a son soon and a large family with many children and grandchildren.
Quan Jiu: Get out!
"My dear, while I'm still conscious, let's treat my leg first."
She has been in this world for so long, and Feng Zhuo has been protecting her. Although he only protects her because of the royal blood flowing in her body, after being together for more than a year, she has a good impression of Feng Zhuo.
Feng Zhuo's eyes remained still: "First, develop an antidote for the plague."
In his impression, Zhu Yan was a person who was very afraid of death, but he did not expect that when she was dying, the first thing she thought of was his leg disease.
Quan Jiu: "But the progress of the antidote..."
Feng Zhuo interrupted her, his tone brooking no room for error:
"Your Majesty seems to be in good spirits today. In that case, I will accompany Your Majesty to the pharmacy."
Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, changed his clothes, and went to the pharmacy with him.
Fearing that saliva would spread, she covered herself with a light blue face cloth.
Feng Zhuo has an extremely high IQ. Once she roughly explains the medicinal properties of a herb, he can draw inferences about the underlying cause. With the most expensive helper in Qianqiu Country, her research progress has been much faster.
“Ahem…”
Every time he coughed, Quan Jiu would stay away from Feng Zhuo.
Feng Zhuo sat at the desk, looking down at her smooth handwriting.
He taught her how to write.
A year ago, "Zhu Yan"'s handwriting was illegible and unsightly. When she saw him correcting memorials, she squatted beside him with eager eyes and asked him to teach her how to write.
In less than half a year, her handwriting was 60% similar to his.
He was her teacher, brother, and father, and witnessed her growth and changes bit by bit, watching her transform from a foolish and incompetent emperor into what she is today.
After Quan Jiu finished coughing, he came back and saw him staring at the prescription in a daze.
"My dear, what's wrong with you?"
She wrote down the detailed plan for treating her leg injury today. Even if she passed away, she believed that the imperial physician in the palace would be able to treat his leg.
But she didn't dare let him see the prescription, for fear that he would get angry again.
Feng Zhuo: "Nice handwriting."
Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of smile in his eyes:
"Are you boasting, my dear? I've been studying for almost a year, and I haven't been able to imitate even a fraction of your character."
The handwriting reflects the person, Feng Zhuo's handwriting is as stunning as everyone else's.
If you think about it carefully, Feng Zhuo is an impeccable politician, it's a pity that he has no interest in the throne.
Feng Zhuo: "Your Majesty, do you want to learn?"
Quan Jiu: "Of course."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Zhuo pushed a wheelchair to her side, with the handle of the wheelchair pressed against her thighs.
The man stretched out his arm, passed it around her back and under her armpit, and covered the back of her hand with his warm palm. To others, it seemed like she was being held in his arms.
"Then I will teach you."
The distance between the two was too close, and Quan Jiu could feel the strong arm around his waist whenever he moved.
"Relax."
He touched his fingertips to hers.
Quan Jiu released all the strength from his hands and let him exert his strength, placing stroke after stroke on the white rice paper.
Feng Zhuo smelled very nice, with a faint fragrance of cedar. Quan Jiu was distracted by the smell.
When he came to his senses, there were two more big characters on the paper, written in a very beautiful and flamboyant style.
"Ajiu."
It's her handwriting.
"I heard that your name is Ajiu now." Feng Zhuo explained.
The man's voice was low and magnetic as he slowly pronounced the two words "Ajiu". The two ordinary words now had a hint of whispering meaning.
Quanjiu's fingertips moved slightly:
"My dear, please teach me how to write your name."
In the world, only Feng Zhuo's handwriting is worthy of his name.
The sudden request startled the man behind him.
He tilted his head slightly and could only see the woman's fine hair by her ears and her plump red lips.
Why is his name?
Feng Zhuo wanted to ask, but hesitated.
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