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

Chapter 179 Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 17
Quan Jiu stared at Feng Zhuo's thighs with a probing look.

In her cognition, thighs are also legs, so of course they need medicine.

Feng Zhuo's literary and military strategy has been in the court for many years, and this is the first time he has received such a strange and burning gaze...

He stretched out two fingers, raised Quan Jiu's chin, and made her look in a different direction.

Quan Jiu was forced to twist her neck, looking at the fragrant Royal Garden, she said:

"Aiqing, you won't let me see you, how can I take the medicine?"

It is impossible to touch the medicine.

Feng Zhuo loosened two fingers: "Just apply the medicine to the knee."

"Oh……"

Quan Jiu stopped thinking about taking off his trousers, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully applied the medicine to him.

It's just the process of applying the medicine...

"Your Majesty, only on your knees."

Feng Zhuo stared at her with a cold face and gradually went down, the hands that had already touched his calf.

Quan Jiu said carelessly, "It's okay, just apply a little more, and the effect will be better."

Of course she wasn't playing hooligans.

After finally finding an opportunity to check Feng Zhuo's injuries openly, she naturally wanted to find out if his legs were still alive.

001: "Ten seconds is enough to check the injury. You have been touching for half a minute."

Quan Jiu: "Do you understand what it means to be careful, patient and considerate?"

001: "I only understand lust."

Quan Jiu: "Get lost."

001: "Hehe."

Quan Jiu used the name of Shang Yao to check Feng Zhuo's legs, put down his trouser legs, and looked upright.

"My love, it's done."

This leg can be cured.

Feng Zhuo: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Quan Jiu: "I'll push you around again."

The two were walking in the palace, and within a short while they heard a commotion, mixed with a few cheers from time to time.

"it is good!"

"General Jing has won again!"

"How many times is this?!"

"I don't know, it turns out that there are really people who can do one against a hundred..."

Quan Jiu walked through the corridor, and saw a group of guards and maids surrounded by a wide courtyard.

And the person in the middle, dressed in a light fighting red suit, is as vigorous as a wild goose, as nimble as a swimming dragon, and within a few rounds, the guards surrounding him fell down mournfully, and others didn't even have time to see his body clearly. action.

A flash of surprise flashed in Quan Jiu's eyes.

Such exquisite footwork.

The onlookers also praised:

"General Jing is worthy of being the number one expert in the Qianqiu Kingdom, and this skill is unmatched!"

A court lady asked in bewilderment.

"When did General Jing become the number one master? Isn't the number one master of Qianqiu Kingdom the regent?"

The guard on the side patiently explained to her.

"You don't even think about what the prince is doing now. Even though he has strong inner strength, his legs are disabled, and he is unavoidably afraid of his hands and feet when facing the enemy. But General Jing is different. He has sound limbs and is two years younger than the prince. Years old, it will be a matter of time before your internal strength surpasses the prince's..."

The palace maid seemed to wake up from a dream, and echoed:

"It seems to be the reason..."

She stared at the handsome young man who had one against ten, and felt a little regretful.

"It's a pity, my lord..."

Before Feng Zhuo was disabled, he had the best scenery, and all the ministers in the court did not want to marry their daughters to her. Every time he rode his horse out of the street, he could cause the women in Beijing to shout in amazement.

Guard: "Didn't you find out that after the prince broke his leg, several important officials in the court never mentioned the matter of marrying a concubine for him?"

A court lady suddenly covered her mouth and looked at him in shock:
"You mean..."

The guard nodded: "Hush, keep your voice down."

The maid looked sad:
"It's no wonder the prince doesn't marry a concubine. It turns out that he can't be human."

Quan Jiu, who was eavesdropping on the corner, raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Is there a problem with Feng Zhuo?
Thinking of the four male protagonists who were going to attack, she actually felt relieved.

pretty good.

It's not bad to treat the hero as a brother.

She peeked at Feng Zhuo's face, trying to see if he was angry, but found that the man looked indifferent, as if the cripple everyone was talking about was not himself.

For some reason, she felt uncomfortable.

She checked, Feng Zhuo's leg was really limping.

The handsome young man who used to ride horses and whips can only travel in a wheelchair now, and he can't even do things that are easy for ordinary people, such as going to the toilet...

Proud as a phoenix, can you really not care about it at all?
Just as Quan Jiu was meditating, the contest at the side had ended, a group of people stepped up the steps, and at a glance they saw the two of Quan Jiu who were covered by trees and grass.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... King, Lord?!"

Gongsun's complexion changed drastically, her face was pale, and she was still in shock.

How much did His Majesty and the prince hear what they said just now?
Quan Jiu's phoenix pupils narrowed slightly, with a cold light overflowing from his eyes:
"Slandering the important officials of the court, are you guilty?"

A group of people knelt on the ground shaking like quails, kowtowed heavily, and the kowtow became louder each time.

"Your Majesty forgives my sins, my lord forgives my sins, my slaves are temporarily infatuated..."

"enough."

Quan Jiu didn't want to listen to indifferent begging for mercy.

"Each person will be beaten thirty times and expelled from the palace."

This command made Feng Zhuo look at her more.

"Your Majesty, are you venting your anger on me?"

After assisting Zhu Yan for many years, he has become accustomed to her incompetence. At the same time, he also understands that Zhu Yan flatters him only to use him to stabilize the country. She is afraid and afraid of her, but she has no real feelings.

But in just two days, the other party's performance surprised him more and more...

Quan Jiu turned his back to the group kneeling on the ground, blinked at him, and quietly lowered his voice:
"Aiqing, I'm hugging my thigh."

He actually admitted his "crime" directly.

Surprisingly, Feng Zhuo didn't feel disgusted by her blatant flattery.

Compared with Zhu Yan who used to be superficially flattering, but secretly hated and feared him, the current "Zhu Yan" is much more pleasing to the eye.

Feng Zhuo met her smiling eyes, his expression remained unchanged, and he gave a faint "hmm".

Quan Jiu: Ergou, although he has a cold face, I think he is secretly happy.

001: If you are capable, tell Feng Zhuo this sentence.

Quan Jiu counseled confidently: Oh, I'm not capable.

After she managed to deal with a group of servants, the "culprit" in the distance watched the show for a long time, and then walked over at a leisurely pace.

Jing Chuantang is dressed in red and has black hair, with an evil curve on the corner of his mouth.

"My minister has seen His Majesty."

Quan Jiu: "..."

It's time to salute, don't you think it's too late?
It can also be seen from this that Jingchuantang really doesn't take her as the emperor seriously.

Jing Chuantang stared at Quan Jiu with blunt and fiery eyes, completely ignoring Feng Zhuo's presence, and openly said:

"I don't see Your Majesty for a day, I miss you so much."

Quan Jiu: "..."

She swallowed, and stole a glance at Feng Zhuo.

She has not forgotten that in Feng Zhuo's eyes, she is still an old pervert.

After hesitating for two seconds, she stepped forward and held Jing Chuantang's hand:
"Aiqing is free."

Seeing the two people holding hands, Feng Zhuo's eyes darkened slightly.

(End of this chapter)