Chapter 171 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 9
The doubts that had just arisen in Feng Zhuo's heart were dispelled.
Zhu Yan is afraid of death, so it is normal for her to become a little abnormal because Jingchuantang returned to Beijing.
He leaned on the wheelchair with both hands, wearing a light blue robe, looking handsome and elegant.
"I'll go out and call someone. They're my secret guards who have been with me for many years. Your Majesty can rest assured."
Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the woman who had her back to him suddenly turned around, revealing a red bellyband with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and walked towards him with lotus steps.
Quan Jiu squatted in front of him, exposing her snow-white back in front of him, her butterfly bones spread out like wings, sexy and seductive.
"My dear minister, I am the supreme ruler. How can I allow others to insult me so easily?"
She lifted her waist-length hair to make it easier for Feng Zhuo to take action.
Feng Zhuo frowned and stared at her snow-white waist for two seconds. Finally, he stretched out his slender fingertips and tied a standard bow for her, inevitably touching the woman's smooth and tender skin like porcelain.
"alright."
He pushed the wheelchair backwards, looking indifferent and away from Quan Jiu.
Tsk.
Quan Jiu stood up slowly and leisurely, not in a hurry to put on his clothes. This outfit of trousers and bellyband would be just a vest and trousers in modern times, which is not considered revealing at all.
She squatted in front of Feng Zhuo and suddenly lowered her eyes to look at his legs:
"My dear, don't worry. I will search the world for a good doctor and I will definitely find someone to cure your leg disease."
There was no trace of emotion on Feng Zhuo's face. He lowered his eyes and stared at his legs:
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."
The woman's soft and boneless little hand suddenly touched his knee, and her tone was seductive:
"My dear, do you feel anything when I touch you like this?"
Feng Zhuo: "My legs have been disabled for a long time and I have lost all feeling in them."
His legs were wasted for the sake of Qianqiu Country.
Fourteen-year-old Feng Zhuo was ordered to take charge of a crisis. To save the eldest prince, he single-handedly fought his way through a million-strong army. Unfortunately, he was hit by a poisonous arrow in the knee, leaving behind a hidden illness.
The flamboyant young man who once "rode a horse and leaned on a sloping bridge, with red sleeves waving in the building" never rode a horse again.
…
That night of the banquet.
Quan Jiu hugged the little bun and lingered in the bedroom.
"Baby, wait for me in the bedroom obediently?"
Naituanzi blinked her long eyelashes, hugged Quan Jiu's neck, and said obediently:
"good."
She seems to have really changed.
Not only did she not beat him, she also dressed him in new clothes, called him baby, slept with him, and kissed him every now and then...
The little girl's cheeks turned red, and her pair of black eyes like grapes rolled around, not daring to look into Quan Jiu's eyes.
If only she could stay like this forever.
…
Quan Jiu threw the buns in the bedroom and went to the dinner with a large group of people.
Outside the Baoyi Hall, there are carved beams and painted buildings, and the building is magnificent and golden, with thousands of glazed tiles shining brightly.
The two dragons on the eaves, with golden scales and armor, are vivid and seem to be about to fly into the sky.
As soon as Quan Jiu sat on the dragon throne, a group of people knelt down to salute him.
"Long live our emperor!"
Quan Jiu raised his hand: "Stand up."
I have to say, being an emperor is pretty cool, provided that there is no old pervert like Feng Zhuo.
Sitting on the left hand side closest to Quanjiu was Feng Zhuo, and opposite Feng Zhuo sat the prime minister Jing Yao.
Quan Jiu: "General Jing returned to the capital in triumph. I wonder where he is now?"
Jing Yao saluted with both hands:
"Your Majesty, I am ill and on my way to the palace."
Quan Jiu raised an eyebrow.
Is this a warning to her?
The emperor has come, but the minister is nowhere to be seen. It seems that he doesn't take the emperor seriously at all.
The atmosphere was somewhat subtle.
If it were a normal emperor, he would have been angry by now...
Quan Jiu smiled and said, "It's okay. General Jing is a pillar of the country, and his health is the most important thing."
Ministers: Indeed, we cannot have any hope for this tyrant.
As the banquet began, a group of male favorites approached Quan Jiu and knelt beside him, pouring wine and peeling grapes. Some even reached out from under the table, trying to grab her hand...
Quan Jiu glanced at him and deliberately tilted the glass, spilling the wine on her hand:
"You're clumsy. Drag him down and get thirty lashes."
Everyone thought that it was the male favorite who was clumsy and made her angry, but the man in red who was squatting on a big tree on the palace wall and peeping laughed softly.
The man's waist-length black hair fluttered in the wind, lightly tied with a red ribbon. He wore a red coat and black boots, and had a strong waist.
A pair of narrow peach blossom eyes were sparkling and affectionate, his lips were thin and straight, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a faint smile. From time to time, he raised the deerskin wine jug in his hand, tilted his head back and took a few sips. The man's Adam's apple rolled, and a few blue veins were faintly visible on his slender neck.
He stared at Quan Jiu's movements to avoid his male favorites, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes.
"Finally, it's a bit of fun..."
…
"General Jing has arrived!"
The eunuch at the door shouted, successfully drawing everyone's attention to the outside.
Quan Jiu raised his eyes slightly and saw a young man in red dancing gracefully. He was delicate and charming, holding a flute in his hand and smiling as he walked in leisurely.
"His Majesty."
Jingchuantang stopped in front of the steps and bowed to her.
Quan Jiu stared at Jingchuantang, and his heart began to feel conflicted again.
"He's so handsome, wouldn't it be unreasonable for me not to act like a hooligan?"
001: "If you want to be a scoundrel, just say so."
Quanjiu: Hehe~
"It's been many years since we last met, and you are still as charming as ever."
Jingchuan Tang had lived in the frontier for a long time. She had thought that the other party was a tall, strong, and rough military general with a sloppy face and a long beard, but she did not expect that he was actually an exquisite and charming young man in red.
Jingchuantang heard the teasing in her tone, but instead of being annoyed, he winked at her with a smile in his peach blossom eyes.
"I am deeply honored to have your Majesty's care."
Quanjiu:? ?
What about the promised show of force, his achievements that threaten the lord, and his rebellion?
"Ergou, isn't he trying to use his beauty to lure me?"
Then, while she was in ecstasy, he slashed her neck with a knife?
001: "I forgot to tell you something just now."
Quan Jiu: “Hmm?”
001: "He has fragments of the male protagonist."
Quan Jiu: “…”
My family members can’t laugh anymore.
Jingchuantang seemed to be very interested in her and took the initiative to step forward.
"I will pour wine for your majesty."
Quan Jiu looked ready to die: Is there any poison in this wine?
While she was hesitating, Jing Chuantang had already handed the wine glass to her lips and was actually going to feed her himself!
Quan Jiu stared at him with mixed emotions.
"Lord Jing has a delicate heart and is truly considerate."
Jing Chuantang saw the hesitation in her eyes, and his smile deepened. He actually jumped over the long table, replaced the male favorite's position, and fed her wine.
Quan Jiu: Ergou, if I die, remember to let Feng Zhuo destroy Jingchuan Hall.
She died with her eyes open.
001: If you died, Feng Zhuo would probably be very happy.
Finally, I don’t have to assist a tyrant anymore.
Quan Jiu took the wine glass with a smile, and touched Jing Chuantang's palm with his fingertips.
I'm so horny, any normal person would be scared, right?
She waited for Jingchuantang to back off on his own initiative.
Then, the next second, the back of her hand was covered by the man's thick palm.
The smile on Quan Jiu's lips completely froze.
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