Chapter 201: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 39
Quan Jiu's hands and feet were cold, but her body was surging with heat, burning hot. She stood there without moving.
It was really uncomfortable, as if she was weak and tired when she had a high fever of over 40 degrees. Feng Zhuo was surrounded by a cold air, but she did not dare to get close to him.
Now she was like a wolf that had fainted from hunger. Feng Zhuo, the little lamb that exuded fragrance, was swaying in front of her. She was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and would pounce on him and eat him.
However, all this did not go as she wished.
Feng Zhuo took the initiative to approach her, looked at her black eyes with ripples, and suddenly spoke.
"Go change your clothes first."
In this weather, wet clothes will stick to your body when the wind blows, and you will catch a cold the next day.
"Don't come over here!!"
Quan Jiu suddenly took a step back, putting a distance between him and him.
"I, I, I can't bear it anymore..."
Her face was as red as blood, and she felt that Feng Zhuo was extremely handsome tonight.
She swallowed, her eyes lingering on Feng Zhuoruyu's fingertips.
"My dear, please stay away from me..."
She wasn't kidding, she really couldn't help it!
Although he said to stay away from him, Quan Jiu's dark eyes never left Feng Zhuo.
Feng Zhuo was silent for a moment, and then he said the same thing:
"Change clothes first."
Quan Jiu said in his heart, MMP, change the hammer, I just want to take off my clothes now!
She slapped her face hard, and after two seconds of clarity, she suddenly stood up from the ground and rushed out of the house without hesitation.
She must have some integrity and not "defile" an honest disabled person.
When passing by Feng Zhuo, someone grabbed her wrist fiercely.
"hiss……"
Quan Jiu was completely unprepared and was suddenly pulled backwards, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards.
Just when she thought she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her soft waist, and the back of her head fell into a chest filled with thick ambergris.
When Quan Jiu sat on Feng Zhuo's legs, his eyes were wide open and he was still a little confused.
Ambergris mixed with male hormones crazily penetrated into her nasal cavity.
She wanted to get up, but found that her legs were as soft as water and she couldn't stand up at all.
Feng Zhuo's big, bony hands were still on her waist.
The woman's waist is soft and warm, and the feeling of holding it in my hands is inexplicably addictive.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms. In the end, he chose not to let go and said with his eyes lowered.
"Where do you want to go?"
Quan Jiu tilted her neck and looked up to see the man's superior brow bones and high nose bridge. Feng Zhuo's facial features were just right, with smooth lines and not too cold or hard corners. When combined together, he looked noble and elegant, yet also cold and aloof.
Quan Jiu was so desperate that he grabbed his collar, buried his head in his chest, and said sullenly:
"……have no idea."
This stinky man is upright and old-fashioned. Would he find a male lover to serve her?
Feng Zhuo didn't expect this to be the answer. He thought she would go find Mo Xi.
The woman in his arms lay on his chest like a kitten, and his heart inexplicably softened.
"What will happen if you don't take the antidote?"
If there was an antidote, she would have used it long ago.
Quan Jiu buried his head even deeper:
"He exploded and died."
Feng Zhuo tightened his grip around her waist.
The last thing a place lacks in a march is men. As long as she walks out of this door, there will be countless "antidotes" waiting for her. No man would refuse such a proactive and peerless beauty...
His mind couldn't help but imagine her shy look in another man's arms, with her eyes full of spring water and her cheeks flushed.
It only took a second for Feng Zhuo's eyes to swell with cold repulsion. He stopped thinking...
In the end, he just hugged Quan Jiu tightly and said.
"Stay with me tonight and don't go anywhere."
Quan Jiu's head exploded with a bang.
Stay with him tonight and don't go anywhere?
What is this, a disguised form of acquiescence?
There's no way he doesn't know her situation...
She felt her body getting hotter and tugged at her collar:
"My dear, but I feel bad."
Feng Zhuo stared at her jade-like collarbone and neck, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable. He seemed to have finally made up his mind.
"Be good, it will be fine soon."
…
Feng Zhuo's movements were gentle from beginning to end.
Quan Jiu hugged the man's neck and lost herself in his kiss. Only when her back touched the soft mattress did she look up at the man on her body.
The empty wheelchair was placed beside the bed. Feng Zhuo pressed her under him and untied her clothes with a hint of impatience.
Quan Jiu looked at his legs worriedly:
"My dear, are you...okay?"
A dark light flashed in Feng Zhuo's eyes, and his movements, which had originally retained some gentleness, suddenly became fierce.
The man exerted force with his palms, and with the unfathomable internal strength, the fine plum-pink gauze turned into flying fragments.
Quan Jiu: “…”
She seemed to have said something wrong.
Outside, two layers of fiery red wedding gowns lay piled on the ground, intermingling with the man's purple robe embroidered with golden python patterns. In the flickering candlelight, an ambiguous meaning was revealed...
Quan Jiu got what he wanted and soon found out whether Feng Zhuo was capable or not.
It turns out that leg disease and double leg amputation are two completely different things.
As a former top expert in horse riding and archery, Feng Zhuo's physical strength remains as strong as ever.
After an unknown amount of time, Quan Jiu felt that the toxins in her body had been cleared and her abnormal body temperature gradually dropped. She felt limp all over and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Love, my dear..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse, and her originally royal sister's smoky voice became a little more low and seductive.
Feng Zhuo interlocked his fingers with hers and looked down at the woman beneath him:
"I am here."
Quan Jiu's breathing hadn't yet calmed down, she reminded:
"The drug's effect has worn off."
Feng Zhuo: "I know."
Quan Jiu avoided his gaze awkwardly:
"I think it would be better to wait a little longer just in case."
Quan Jiu: “???”
What does it mean?
………
Mo Xi acted quickly. After discovering that Quan Jiu was missing that night, he immediately mobilized his army and attacked Chanzhou overnight.
Jingchuantang was well prepared and set a trap for him in advance. The two armies fought until dawn, suffering countless casualties, and then both sides withdrew.
Jingchuan Tang was covered in blood, and his silver armor was stained red.
The deputy general beside him looked at his bleeding shoulder blade with concern.
"General, shall I have the military doctor bandage you first?"
No one knew what had gone wrong with Mo Xi in the middle of the night. He immediately asked Jing Chuantang to hand over the person. After being rejected, he became ruthless and his expression became gloomy. When he fought against Jing Chuantang, his fighting style was even more desperate.
Jing Chuantang shook his head: "It's just a minor injury, I can handle it myself."
It’s just right. I can go back and scare this woman with the wound and let her apply medicine to me.
——I am the dividing line——
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