Chapter 194: The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 32
Finally, he said only one word lightly.
"good."
He held her hand and taught her how to apply force and write stroke by stroke.
Feng Zhuo.
People are like phoenixes, their brilliance is dazzling.
Quan Jiu stared at the two words on the paper, a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"It would be a shame if your handwriting, Aiqing, were not passed down."
Feng Zhuo: "As long as Your Majesty likes it."
After practicing calligraphy, the two began to test medicines. With Feng Zhuo's help, Quan Jiu's progress was rapid. After two days, the progress of the antidote was nearing completion.
“Cough cough cough…”
Every few minutes, Quan Jiu started coughing non-stop, and bloody pustules appeared on the woman's pretty and delicate face, looking disgusting and scary.
Jing Chuantang took a step forward and wanted to take the bowl of herbs from her hand:
"How about I come?"
Quan Jiu avoided him: "Don't touch what I have touched."
She burned everything she used, not even the clothes she wore every day, and kept her water and food separate from others. Despite this, she was still worried.
Jingchuantang was disliked by her, but he was not annoyed. There was a charming and lazy smile on his face.
"Your Majesty is so cruel. After not seeing you for three days, you won't let me get close to you."
Quan Jiu: “…”
This guy is a drama queen.
Jingchuantang seemed to be able to hear her complaints in her heart. He sat down in front of her with a pot of wine and complained to himself:
"Is it because I am old and ugly, and my looks have faded, that I am no longer worthy of Your Majesty's attention?"
Quan Jiu: “…”
Old and ugly?
She stared at Jingchuantang's enchantingly beautiful features, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"I heard that you went to the Imperial Hospital to cause trouble again?" Quan Jiu took the initiative to speak.
It is said that Jingchuan Hall locked up a group of imperial doctors together and made them work non-stop for 24 hours to develop an antidote. Except for eating, drinking water and going to the toilet, these people were not allowed to step out of the room at all.
But even so, the antidote still failed to break through the last step.
The man was furious and smashed the makeshift imperial hospital upside down.
Jingchuantang's eyes flickered slightly:
“I just had a friendly exchange with them…”
Quan Jiu curled his lips and looked at him:
"Chopping off a head in half an hour, is this what you call friendly communication?"
Seeing that there were only two days left, Jingchuantang issued a death order to all the imperial doctors: if they could not develop an antidote in the last 24 hours, one person would be beheaded every hour.
The smile on Jingchuantang's lips faded. The man half-sat in front of the couch, one foot on the ground and the other on the edge of the couch. He looked up lazily and took a sip of liquor.
"There's always a group of people who like to complain."
Quan Jiu reluctantly stopped writing: "Why didn't I notice you were so murderous before?"
Jingchuantang was surprised when he heard this:
"Your Majesty, have you heard of the Battle of Pingluyuan?"
Quan Jiu searched the original owner's head and finally closed his mouth silently.
In the Battle of Pingluyuan, Jingchuantang led 300,000 troops and annihilated one million enemies. In the end, in front of all the soldiers, he hollowed out the enemy leader's head and made it into a wine jug.
The wine in the "wine pot" was a mixture of red and white, and every last drop was fed to the enemy's deputy general.
Quan Jiu sighed:
"Life and death are determined by fate. There's no need to embarrass those old guys. Let them all go."
Jingchuantang is surprisingly easy to talk to:
"If His Majesty says to release, then release."
…
On the last day, Quan Jiu was critically ill again.
She was sitting in the pharmacy. Although it was just the beginning of autumn, she was covered with a thick white fox fur coat.
Except for the occasional sound of her grinding medicine, the room was dead silent.
In just five days, the chief physician was tortured to the point of being emaciated.
"We're only missing one last ingredient, but why can't the medicinal properties be combined? Is there something wrong with the dosage?"
The antidote was only missing one last herb, but every time it came to the last step, the medicine furnace would explode.
Quan Jiu stopped writing and handed two pieces of paper to the chief physician:
"Try these two...ahem...options again."
The chief physician hurriedly prepared the medicine according to the prescription. When he stood up from the ground, his legs were numb because he had been kneeling for too long. He stumbled and almost fell.
In his haste, a piece of white rice paper fell from his arms. When the chief physician saw the white paper, he looked at Feng Zhuo guiltily, wanting to stuff the paper back into his arms when he was not paying attention.
Feng Zhuo's dark eyes darkened slightly: "Present it."
The chief physician looked at Quan Jiu in embarrassment.
Quan Jiu: “…”
She seemed to know what it was.
Glancing at the interaction between Quan Jiu and the chief physician, Feng Zhuo spoke again, his tone firm and stern:
"Bring it here."
The chief physician felt a chill on his neck, and finally handed the rice paper to Feng Zhuo with trepidation.
Feng Zhuo unfolded the paper, glanced at it briefly, and then raised his hand to tear it into pieces!
"Feng Zhuo!"
Quan Jiu stood up hurriedly and scolded in a deep voice.
Feng Zhuo still didn't stop, and tore the paper into pieces cleanly and neatly. He rolled his wheelchair to Quan Jiu's side, loosened his palm, and the pieces in his palm scattered all over the sky.
The fragments passed through Quan Jiu's arms, circling in the air like fluttering butterflies, and finally fell to the ground.
Quanjiu felt helpless:
"Do you really want to be a disabled person who can't take care of himself for the rest of your life?"
Feng Zhuo said calmly, "I don't want to."
Quan Jiu looked at the prescription fragments scattered on the ground and said in a more serious tone:
"Then why are you angry with me?"
Feng Zhuo looked at her, his dark eyes as calm as the deep sea at night:
"When your majesty recovers, my leg disease will naturally be cured."
Quan Jiu: Damn, I’m so pissed off!
She choked on a mouthful of blood in her chest and almost vomited blood out of anger.
A complex look flashed across Feng Zhuo's eyes.
After so many years, he is no longer as eager to treat his leg injury as he was at the beginning. It would be best if he could recover completely, but if not, he will not give up on himself.
He didn't understand why she was so indifferent to life. Even though she knew she was going to die soon, she could still calmly develop the antidote every day, as if her life was not as important as his legs.
Death was too light a topic for her, as if death was not her destination but just a painless journey.
Feng Zhuo looked serious as he stared into Quan Jiu's dark eyes:
"If Your Majesty wants to see me walk freely like a normal person, then I must survive."
Quan Jiu looked at his legs under his robe, was silent for a long time, and finally said "hmm".
She will try.
………
As dusk fell and the sky grew darker, the group of people did not receive the news that the antidote was successfully developed, but instead received the news that the Dayong Kingdom was attacking the Qianqiu Kingdom from the western border.
Feng Zhuo looked at the urgent report from the border that came from eight hundred miles away. When he saw a familiar name on the paper, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Moxi?"
Quan Jiu was coughing so hard that he was dying. Suddenly he heard the name of the little wolf cub and looked up in confusion.
"What happened to Moxi?"
Feng Zhuo remained silent.
Quan Jiu looked at the soldier kneeling on the ground, his tone slightly deep:
"You answer me."
The soldier glanced at Feng Zhuo, and seeing that he had no objection, he spoke truthfully:
"The commander-in-chief of the Dayong Kingdom's attack on the Qianqiu Kingdom is none other than Mo Xi."
Quan Jiu: “?!!!”
Damn?
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