Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 171 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 9

The doubts that had just arisen in Feng Zhuo's heart were dispelled again.

Zhu Yan is greedy for life and afraid of death. It is normal for her to become slightly abnormal because Jingchuantang returned to Beijing.

He was holding his wheelchair with both hands, wearing a light green robe, and the scenery was full of moonlight.

"I went out to call for someone. They are secret guards who have been with me for many years. Your Majesty, you can rest assured."

Unexpectedly, after listening to his words, the woman who originally had her back to him suddenly turned around, revealing her red bellyband as a mandarin duck playing in the water, and walked towards him step by step.

Quan Jiu knelt down in front of him, exposing her snow-white back to his eyes. A pair of butterfly bones spread their wings like flying, sexy and sultry.

"My dear, I am the Supreme Being. How can I allow others to blaspheme me so easily?"

She lifted her waist-length hair to make it easier for Feng Zhuo to do her work.

Feng Zhuo frowned and stared at her snow-white slender waist for two seconds. Finally, he stretched out his slender fingertips and tied a standard bow for her, inevitably touching the woman's soft and smooth skin like porcelain.

"alright."

He pushed the wheelchair back and moved away from Quan Jiu with an indifferent expression.

Tsk.

Quan Jiu stood up slowly, not in a hurry to get dressed. This trousers and bellyband outfit, in modern times, is just a vest + trousers, 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've searched all over the world for good doctors, and they will definitely 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 for your concern, Your Majesty."

The woman's weak, boneless hands suddenly touched his knees, and her tone was sultry:

"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 consciousness for a long time."

His legs were sacrificed for the Qianqiu Kingdom.

Fourteen-year-old Feng Zhuo was ordered to rescue the eldest prince when he was in danger. He single-handedly killed a million soldiers. Unfortunately, he was hit by a poisonous arrow in the knee, leaving him with a hidden disease.

The flamboyant young man who once "dazzled the capital with splendor, riding a horse and leaning on the leaning bridge, with red sleeves and red sleeves all over the building" has never ridden a horse again.

…

The night of the banquet.

Quan Jiu hugged the little bun and was still lingering in the bedroom.

"Baby, will you wait for me in the bedroom?"

Naituanzi blinked her long eyelashes, put her arms around Quan Jiu's neck, and said obediently:

"good."

She seems to have really changed.

Not only did she not beat him, she also gave him new clothes, called him baby, slept with him, and even kissed him at every turn...

Nai Tuanzi's cheeks were stained crimson, and his pair of grape-like black eyes rolled around, not daring to look into Quan Jiu's eyes.

If only she could stay like this.

…

Quan Jiu threw the buns in the palace and took a large group of people to the dinner.

Outside the Baoyi Hall, there are carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent with gold and green, and thousands of lights shining on the colored glaze.

The two dragons on the cornices, with golden scales and golden armor, are vividly alive, as if they want to fly into the sky.

As soon as Quan Jiu sat on the dragon chair, a group of people knelt down and saluted.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Quan Jiu raised his hand: "Ping Shen."

I have to say that being an emperor is a bit fun, provided there is no old pervert like Feng Zhuo.

On the left hand side closest to Quan Jiu, sat Feng Zhuo, and opposite Feng Zhuo, sat Jing Yao, the prime minister of the dynasty.

Quan Jiu: "General Jing returned to Beijing in triumph, but where is he now?"

Jing Yao saluted with both hands:

"Back to Your Majesty, my unfilial son is ill and is still on his way to the palace."

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Is this an insult to her?

The emperor is here, but the minister is still nowhere to be seen. No matter how he looks at her, he doesn't pay attention to her as the emperor.

The atmosphere there was a bit subtle.

A normal emperor would have been angry by now...

Quan Jiu smiled: "It doesn't matter, General Jing is the pillar of the country, and his body is the most important thing."

All the ministers: Indeed, we cannot have hope for this foolish king.

At the beginning of the banquet, a group of male favorites approached Quan Jiu and knelt down beside him, pouring wine and peeling grapes. Some even reached out from under the table to grab her hand...

Quan Jiu glanced at him and deliberately knocked the glass askew, spilling the wine on her hand:

"If you are clumsy, drag it down and you will be punished for thirty years."

Everyone thought it was her male favorite's clumsiness that made her angry, but the man in red, who was squatting on the big tree on the palace wall and peeping, laughed softly.

The man's waist-length black hair is flying in the wind, lightly tied with a red ribbon. He wears red clothes and black boots and has a strong waist.

A pair of long and narrow peach blossom eyes are full of emotion, his lips are thinly shaped into a straight line, and there is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. From time to time, he raises the deerskin wine bottle in his hand and raises his head to take a few sips. The man's Adam's apple rolls and his slender neck

A few blue veins appeared faintly.

He stared at Quan Jiu's movements to avoid his male favorite, with a flash of interest in his eyes.

"It's quite a bit of fun..."

…

"General Jing is here!"

The father-in-law shouted at the door, successfully making everyone look at the door.

Quan Jiu raised his eyes slightly and saw an exquisite and charming young man in red clothes walking in leisurely with a flute in his hand and a smile on his lips.

"His Majesty."

Jingchuantang stopped in front of the steps and saluted her.

Quan Jiu stared at Jingchuantang, feeling confused again.

"You are so handsome, doesn't it make sense that I don't act like a gangster?"

001: "If you want to be a gangster, just say so."

Quan Jiu: Hehe~

"I haven't seen you for so many years. My love remains as beautiful as before."

Jingchuantang had lived in the frontier for a long time, so she originally thought that the man he was facing was a tall, muscular general with a slovenly beard, but she didn't expect that he turned out to be an exquisite and enchanting young man in red.

Jingchuantang heard the teasing tone in her tone, and instead of being annoyed, he winked at her and smiled with his peach-blossom eyes.

"I am honored to have His Majesty care about me."

Quanjiu:??

You promised to show off your power and achieve great results, but now you want to rebel?

"Er Gou, isn't he trying to use a beauty trick?"

Then while she was in high spirits, he wiped her neck with a knife?

001: "I forgot to tell you something just now."

Quan Jiu: "Huh?"

001: "He has fragments of the male protagonist in him."

Quan Jiu: “…”

My family couldn't laugh anymore.

Jingchuantang seemed to be very interested in her and took the initiative to come forward.

"I will serve your Majesty some wine."

Quan Jiu looked at death with a look on his face: Isn't this wine poisonous?

When she was hesitating, Jingchuantang had already put the wine glass to her lips, intending to feed her himself!

Quan Jiu stared at him with complicated emotions.

"Jing Aiqing has a delicate heart and is really considerate."

Jingchuantang saw the hesitation in her eyes, and the smile on his lips deepened. He actually jumped over the long table, took the place of the male favorite, and fed her wine.

Quan Jiu: Ergou, if I die, remember to let Feng Zhuo destroy Jingchuan Hall.

She would never die with her eyes in peace.

001: If you died, Feng Zhuo would probably be very happy.

Finally, I no longer need to assist Hunjun.

Quan Jiu smiled and took the wine glass, and specially touched the palm of Jingchuantang's hand with his fingertips.

I'm so horny, normal people should be scared, right?

She waited for Jingchuantang to retreat 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.

(End of chapter)