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

Chapter 179 The Eternal Empress 1V4 Shura Field 17

Chapter 179 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 17

Quan Jiu stared at Feng Zhuo's thighs with a searching look on his face.

In her mind, thighs are also legs, so of course they need to be treated with medicine.

Feng Zhuo, a Wen Tao and Wu Lue who has been in court for many years, received such a strange and burning gaze for the first time...

He stretched out two fingers, lifted Quan Jiu's chin, and made her look in another direction.

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

"Aiqing, if you don't let me look at you, how can I apply the medicine?"

It's impossible to apply medicine by touch.

Feng Zhuo loosened his two fingers and said, "Just apply medicine to your knees."

"oh……"

After the drinking, Quan took off his trousers, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully applied medicine to him.

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

"Your Majesty, only go up to your knees."

Feng Zhuo stared at her with a cold face as she gradually moved down, her hands already touching his calves.

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

Of course she's not being a hooligan.

After finally finding an opportunity to check Feng Zhuo's injuries openly, she naturally wanted to find out whether his legs could still be saved.

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

Quan Jiu: “Do you know what it means to be careful, patient and considerate?”

001: "I only understand lust."

Quan Jiu: "Get lost."

001: "Haha."

In the name of applying medicine, Quan Jiu inspected Feng Zhuo's legs, lowered his trousers, and looked like a gentleman.

"My dear, it's ready."

This leg can be cured.

Feng Zhuo: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

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

The two of them were walking in the palace and soon heard a burst of noise, mixed with a few cheers from time to time.

"good!"

"General Jing wins again!"

"What number is this?!"

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

Quanjiu walked through the corridor and saw a group of guards and maidens surrounding the wide courtyard.

The man in the middle was dressed in a lightweight red fighting suit. His body was as strong as a wild goose and as agile as a swimming dragon. Within a few seconds, the guards surrounding him fell down with a cry, and others did not even have time to see him clearly.

action.

Quan Jiu's eyes flashed with surprise.

Such exquisite footwork.

The crowd of onlookers also praised:

"General Jing is worthy of being the number one master in the Qianqiu Kingdom. His skill with the Misty Cloud Step is unparalleled!"

A palace maid asked in confusion.

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

The guard on the side patiently explained to her.

"You don't want to think about what the prince is like now. Even if he has deep internal strength, his legs are disabled and he will inevitably be timid when facing the enemy. But General Jing is different. He has sound limbs and is still two years younger than the prince.

Years old, it will only be a matter of time before my internal strength surpasses the prince..."

The palace maid woke up from a dream and echoed:

"This seems to be the reason..."

She stared at the handsome young man who was fighting against ten, with a rare chance of meeting an opponent, feeling a little regretful.

"It's such a pity, Your Majesty..."

Before Fengzhuo became disabled, he was an outstanding figure. All the ministers in the court did not want to marry their daughters to her. Every time he rode out on the street, he would cause a burst of amazing shouts from the women in the capital.

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

A palace maid suddenly covered her mouth and looked at him in shock:

"You mean..."

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

The palace maid looked sad:

"No wonder the prince doesn't marry a concubine. It turns out he is an inhumane person."

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

Is there a problem with Fengzhuo?

She actually felt relieved when she thought about the four male protagonists to conquer.

fine.

It would also be nice to treat the male protagonists as brothers.

She secretly glanced at Feng Zhuo's face to see if he was angry, but found that the man had an indifferent expression, as if the cripple everyone was talking about was not him.

Somehow, she felt uncomfortable.

She checked and found that Feng Zhuo's leg was really lame.

The handsome young man who once rode a horse and whipped his whip can now only travel in a wheelchair. He can't even do things like going to the toilet that are easy for ordinary people...

Can you really be as proud as a phoenix and not care at all?

Just as Quanjiu was meditating, the competition on the side had ended. A group of people stepped up the steps, and at a glance they saw Quanjiu and the two of them, who were obscured by trees and grass.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Wang, Your Majesty?!!"

The palace maiden's expression changed drastically, her face turned pale, and she looked frightened.

How much did your Majesty and the prince hear what they just said?

Quan Jiufeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light filled them:

"Do you know your crime for slandering important officials of the imperial court?"

A group of people knelt on the ground, shaking like quails, and kowtowed loudly. The sound of the kowtows became louder and louder every time.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was temporarily confused..."

"enough."

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

"Each person will be expelled from the palace by hitting thirty big boards."

This instruction made Feng Zhuo look at her one more time.

"Your Majesty, are you venting your anger on my behalf?"

After assisting Zhu Yan for many years, he has become accustomed to the other party's incompetence. At the same time, he also understands that Zhu Yan only wants to use him to stabilize the country. She is afraid of her, but there is no trace of true feelings.

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

Quan Jiu turned his back to the group of people kneeling on the ground, blinked at him, and quietly lowered his voice:

"My dear, I am hugging your thigh."

He actually directly admitted his "crime".

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

Compared with the way Zhu Yan used to be obedient to please him on the surface, but secretly hated and feared him, now "Zhu Yan" is much more pleasing to the eye.

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

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

001: If you have the ability, tell Feng Zhuo this sentence.

Quan Jiu was timid and confident: Oh, I have no ability.

She finally finished dealing with a group of minions, and the "culprit" in the distance watched the show for a long time before walking over slowly.

Jingchuantang is dressed in red and has black hair, and the corners of his mouth curve in an evil and sinister way.

"Wei Chen has met your Majesty."

Quan Jiu: “…”

Don’t you think it’s too late to salute at this time?

This also shows that Jingchuantang really does not take her as the emperor seriously.

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

"I miss you so much after not seeing your majesty for a day."