Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 173 Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 11
Having not seen the sun all year round, the man's legs were unhealthy white, and the exposed slender calves were strong and strong, and the muscles he had exercised in the early years had not yet degenerated.

Feng Zhuo stared at the innocent woman kneeling in front of her legs, her lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of her eyes were sharp.

"Are you looking for death?"

Everyone in the Qianqiu Kingdom knows that the female emperor is very handsome, but she dare not provoke the regent Feng Zhuo. After all, only by holding Feng Zhuo's thighs tightly can she secure the throne.

Quan Jiu's head was a little dizzy, she shook her head, and stared at Feng Zhuo for no reason.

"You don't even have breasts, why are you so fierce?"

Feng Zhuo's five fingers on the wheelchair contracted, faintly showing signs of strength, and warned.

"Zhu Yan."

His Majesty stopped barking and called the Empress by her first name.

"It's not Zhu Yan, it's Ah Jiu."

Quan Jiu pursed his red lips and shook his head.

001 stared at this scene, silently sweating for her.

Fortunately, the female emperor's character is also Ah Jiu, otherwise Feng Zhuo would definitely find out the clue.

Feng Zhuo turned a blind eye to this charming person, and said in a deep voice:
"I'll give you three seconds. If you still want these hands, take them away."

Quan Jiu's hand was still tightly clutching his pants, but she didn't let go.

"Aiqing, I was wrong, I will put on your pants for you now."

She grabbed the trousers and tugged at them, making a gesture to lift them up for him, a gust of cold wind rushed into Feng Zhuo's green robe.

Feng Zhuo's temples twitched, he couldn't bear to raise his palm, and was about to touch the back of Quan Jiu's neck, but the woman in front of him suddenly jumped up and threw herself into his arms, her arms tightly bound his waist.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.com

There are teardrops hanging on the woman's long curled eyelashes, and her nose is slightly red from crying, like a cute and pitiful kitten, but because of her glamorous and enchanting appearance, she has a bit of intoxicating coquettishness, every frown and smile is heart-pounding .

Feng Zhuo has never been close to women, and it was the first time he was thrown into his arms by a woman. He should have been annoyed, but seeing Quan Jiu who was hiccupping in tears and dazed like a child, his raised slap did not fall...

He was a little angry and funny.

What does it mean that the pants can move? It is obvious that she is holding on to the pants and pulling them randomly. Can the pants not move?

"Aiqing..."

Quan Jiu wiped the tears mixed with rouge and gouache onto Feng Zhuo's clean coat.

Feng Zhuo didn't move, staring at the person in his arms.

The woman's face was rosy, her eyes were tightly closed against his arms, and there were still two drops of tears on her cheeks. She was in a daze, and she still didn't forget to promise.

"Aiqing... Don't worry... I will definitely cure your leg disease... You will always be the brightest boy in Chang'an City..."

Feng Zhuo lowered his eyes, making it impossible to see through his expression.

After a long time, the woman talking to herself finally became quiet, lying on his lap and breathing steadily.

"Feng Ling."

"Subordinates are here."

Suddenly, a black-clothed guard appeared from the darkness.

Feng Zhuo: "Send Your Majesty back to the bedroom to rest."

"Subordinates obey!"

The black-clothed guard picked up the wine and sent him back to the bedroom.

After the door of the bedroom was closed, the woman who was lying on the bed drunk into a puddle suddenly twisted her waist strangely, and then her movements became bigger and bigger, until she couldn't help it at all, and a chuckle came from under the bed.

001: "Take it easy, Feng Zhuo hasn't gone far yet."

Quan Jiu raised his head excitedly from under the blanket, his eyes were clear, and there was no trace of drunkenness at all:
"It scared me to death. If I hadn't played the trick just now and pretended to be drunk, Feng Zhuo would have slapped me to death."

001: "Why didn't I realize that you are so good at crying scenes before?"

Quan Jiu: "I call it true feelings."

Without WiFi, cell phone, or even air conditioning, she would never be happier.

Quan Jiu was sitting in the gauze tent, and as soon as he lifted the gauze curtain and stood up, he saw a shocked and troubled milk dumpling sitting opposite him.

Quan Jiu: "!!!"

I rub!

Almost forgot that there was a kid in the bedroom!
"cough……"

She met Nai Tuanzi's gaze, walked over slowly, and said softly:
"Baby..."

Nai Tuanzi shrank her neck.

Quan Jiu's heart choked up, and he asked with a glimmer of hope.

"What did you see tonight?"

Nai Tuanzi pursed her lips nervously, and Yu Shouguang glanced at her reaction.

"See... you take off the Regent's pants."

Quan Jiu: "..."

Didn't Nai Tuanzi see the whole process of her face changing?
"I also saw...you hold him tightly and don't let go."

Seeing that she showed no signs of anger, Nai Tuanzi continued to speak boldly.

"If you cry in his arms, he will be reluctant to beat you."

He looked at Quan Jiu with a confused face.

The world of three-year-old children is still very simple, and they don't understand the twists and turns in the world of adults. They just objectively explain the scene they just saw.

Quan Jiu's face turned red.

What does it mean that once she cries, Feng Zhuo is reluctant to beat her?
As if she had an affair with Feng Zhuo? !

Nai Tuanzi struggled for a long time, and finally expressed her doubts:

"You... like the Regent?"

So the Prince Regent will be his nominal "Daddy"?

Quan Jiu pinched his soft little face:

"He is not important, I only like you."

Fragrant and soft, the shy little baby is much better than a man.

After hearing her straightforward confession, Nai Tuanzi really felt shy again, her fair little ears were stained with a blush, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly into Quan Jiu's eyes.

She, she, she started again...

He was a little excited, but couldn't help telling himself to be reserved.

He was afraid that if she received his happiness, she would never coax him again...

He was a little greedy, hoping that she would always treat him like this.

……

Late at night, Yin Shi.

Outside the Palace of Mental Cultivation.

Quan Jiu was sleeping soundly with his arms around the milk dumpling, when the thin paper on the mahogany window was suddenly pierced by a sharp weapon, and a puff of misty smoke was blown in silently.

The mother and son breathed steadily and did not move.

The guard outside the door was knocked down at some point, and the person outside opened the door of the bedroom and barged in.

The white boots were tattooed with light blue cloud-wandering embroidery, and the visitor walked very lightly, walking all the way to the dragon bed without making any movement.

He stared for a long time through the gauze curtain, and finally reached out to lift the hanging gauze curtain.

"Whoosh-!"

A flying knife struck towards the eyebrow of the visitor.

"Zizi-"

The sound of sharp metal objects colliding together sounded, which was particularly noisy and harsh in the quiet room.

Quan Jiu sat up, through the flying white gauze curtain, and through the moonlight, she finally saw the person's face clearly.

The woman sat on the dragon bed with her legs crossed, her red lips slightly raised, a half-smile.

"It's not good, my lord, to sneak into a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night, isn't it?"

Xu Zhu's brows and eyes are indifferent, his long hair is tied into a crown, three thousand blue silks are like waterfalls, and a white robe is swaying under the moonlight.

And it was the fan he opened just now that caught the throwing knife thrown by Quan Jiu.

Xu Zhu's expression was unclear, and he looked into her eyes with probing eyes:

"You are not Zhu Yan."

(End of this chapter)