Chapter 179 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 17
Quan Jiu stared between Feng Zhuo's thighs with a curious look.
In her opinion, thighs are also legs, so of course they need to be treated with medicine.
Feng Zhuo, a man of both literary and military skill, had been at the imperial court for many years, but this was the first time he had received such a strange and burning gaze...
He stretched out two fingers and lifted Quan Jiu's chin, changing her gaze.
Quan Jiu was forced to twist her neck and look at the fragrant imperial garden. She said:
"My dear, how can I apply medicine if you won't let me see you?"
It's impossible to apply medicine by touch.
Feng Zhuo loosened his two fingers and said, "Just apply the medicine to the knee."
"oh……"
After Quan Jiu stopped drinking, he took the time to take off his pants, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully applied medicine to him.
It’s just the process of applying the medicine...
"Only on your knees, Your Majesty."
Feng Zhuo stared at her coldly as her hands gradually moved down and touched his calves.
Quan Jiu said carelessly: "It's okay, it's okay. Apply more and the effect will be better."
She's certainly not being naughty.
She finally found an opportunity to check Feng Zhuo's injuries openly, so she naturally wanted to find out whether his legs could be saved.
001: "Ten seconds is enough to check the injury, right? You've already been touching for half a minute."
Quan Jiu: "Do you understand what it means to be attentive, patient, and considerate?"
001: "I only understand lust."
Quan Jiu: "Get lost."
001: "Haha."
Under the pretext of applying medicine, Quan Jiu checked Feng Zhuo's legs and lowered his trouser legs with a gentlemanly look on his face.
"My dear, it's done."
This leg can be cured.
Feng Zhuo: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Quan Jiu: "I'll push you a little further."
The two men walked in the palace and soon heard a commotion, occasionally interspersed with cheers.
"good!"
"General Jing wins again!"
"How many times has this happened?!"
"I didn't know, it turns out there are people who can actually defeat a hundred people alone..."
Quan Jiu walked through the corridor and saw a group of guards and palace maids surrounding the spacious courtyard.
The man in the middle was wearing a light red fighting suit. He was as agile as a wild goose and as nimble as a swimming dragon. After a few moves, the guards surrounding him fell down with a cry, and others didn't even have time to see his movements clearly.
There was a flash of surprise in Quan Jiu's eyes.
What exquisite footwork.
The crowd also praised:
"General Jing is indeed the best martial artist in Qianqiu Country. No one can match his Misty Cloud Step!"
A palace maid asked in confusion.
"When did General Jing become the number one master? Isn't the number one master of Qianqiu Country the Regent?"
The guard beside her patiently explained to her.
"Don't you think about the prince's current situation? Even though he has profound internal strength, he has disabled legs, so he is inevitably timid when facing the enemy. But General Jing is different. He has all his limbs intact and is two years younger than the prince. It's only a matter of time before his internal strength surpasses the prince's..."
The palace maid woke up as if from a dream and echoed:
"That seems to be the case..."
She felt a little regretful as she stared at the handsome young man who was outmatched by ten opponents.
"It's such a pity, Your Majesty..."
Before Feng Zhuo became disabled, he was extremely popular. All the ministers in the court wanted to marry their daughters to him. Every time he rode out on the street, he would arouse the surprised shouts of the women in the capital.
Guard: "Didn't you notice that after the prince broke his leg, several important officials in the court never mentioned marrying him a concubine again?"
A palace maid suddenly covered her mouth and looked at him in shock:
"You mean..."
The guard nodded: "Shh, keep your voice down."
The maid looked distressed:
"No wonder the prince doesn't marry a concubine. It turns out he can't be a human being."
Quan Jiu, who was eavesdropping from the corner, raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Is there something wrong with Feng Zhuo?
Thinking of the four male protagonists she wanted to conquer, she actually felt relieved.
fine.
It’s also nice to treat the male protagonist as a brother.
She stole a glance at Feng Zhuo's face, wanting to see if he was angry, but she found that the man had an indifferent expression, as if the cripple everyone was talking about was not him.
Somehow, she felt uncomfortable.
She checked and found that Feng Zhuo's leg was really lame.
The once dashing young man, riding a horse and whipping the whip, is now confined to a wheelchair. Even going to the toilet, something that is easy for ordinary people, is impossible for him to do...
Can someone as proud as Feng Zhuo really be completely indifferent?
Just as Quan Jiu was lost in thought, the martial arts competition nearby had ended. A group of people stepped onto the stairs and saw Quan Jiu and his companion hidden by trees and grass.
“Your Majesty… Your Majesty?!!”
The palace maid's expression changed drastically, her face turned pale, and she looked frightened.
How much of what they just said, Your Majesty and the Prince heard?
Quan Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes:
"Do you know your crime of slandering an important official of the imperial court?"
A group of people knelt on the ground, shaking like quails, and kowtowed heavily, each time louder than the last.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was momentarily possessed by a demon..."
"That's enough."
Quan Jiu didn't want to hear meaningless pleas for mercy.
"Each of them shall be severely punished with thirty lashes of the cane and expelled from the palace."
This instruction actually made Feng Zhuo look at her more.
"Your Majesty, are you venting your anger on my behalf?"
After assisting Zhu Yan for many years, he has become accustomed to her stupidity and incompetence. At the same time, he also understands that Zhu Yan flatters him only to use him to consolidate her power. She is afraid of him and has no sincerity in her heart.
But in these two short days, the other party's behavior has surprised him more and more...
Quan Jiu turned his back to the group of people kneeling on the ground, winked at him, and lowered his voice quietly:
"My dear, I am just trying to curry favor with you."
He actually directly admitted his "crime".
Surprisingly, Feng Zhuo did not seem disgusted by her blatant flattery.
Compared to Zhu Yan's previous appearance of being submissive and fawning on him but secretly hating and fearing him, the current "Zhu Yan" is much more pleasing to the eye.
Feng Zhuo met her smiling eyes, his expression unchanged, and said "hmm" lightly.
Quan Jiu: Ergou, even though he has a stern face, I feel like he is secretly happy.
001: If you have the guts, tell Feng Zhuo this.
Quan Jiushuang said confidently: Oh, I have no ability.
She finally dealt with a group of servants. The "culprit" in the distance watched the show for a long time before walking over slowly.
Jing Chuantang was wearing red clothes and had black hair, with a devilish and evil curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Your humble servant greets His Majesty."
Quan Jiu: “…”
Don’t you think it’s too late to salute now?
From this, it can be seen that Jingchuantang really does not take her, the emperor, seriously.
Jing Chuan Tang stared at Quan Jiu with a fiery gaze, completely ignoring Feng Zhuo's presence, and openly said:
"Your Majesty, I miss you so much every day I don't see you."
Quan Jiu: “…”
She swallowed and stole a glance at Feng Zhuo.
She did not forget that in Feng Zhuo's eyes, she was still an old pervert.
After hesitating for two seconds, she stepped forward and held Jing Chuan Tang's hand:
"My dear, please don't be polite."
Seeing the two people holding hands, Feng Zhuo's eyes deepened slightly.
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