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

Chapter 193 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 31

Feng Zhuo looked at Xu Zhu on the side again, with an imposing manner:

"The national teacher is good at what he does."

Xu Zhu's origin is a mystery. He has never trusted him. The Imperial Preceptor's Mansion has been monitored by the secret guards of the Qianqiu Kingdom all year round. However, Xu Zhu did not receive any news from the secret guards when he left the capital this time.

Xu Zhu sat in front of the table, his white robe hanging down naturally, his hands resting on his knees:

"Since the prince has taken the initiative to mention it, I have made it clear that I don't like to be watched. I won't be polite if I meet someone from the prince next time."

His status in Qianqiu Kingdom is higher than that of the royal family. Although he is afraid of Feng Zhuo, he is not afraid.

Feng Zhuo looked at him from afar, and their gazes turned into reality, colliding in the air, creating sparks from friction.

"Xu Zhu, I advise you not to have any ideas about her."

Fengzhuo's black eyes were as silent as water.

Xu Zhu is obviously not a creature in the pool. He took the initiative to stay in Qianqiu Kingdom and must have a plan.

In the age of heroes, the world was divided into four parts, and the Qianqiu Kingdom was only ranked third among the four kingdoms in terms of military strength. If Xu Zhu really wanted to display his ambitions, he could choose the Liang Kingdom, which had the strongest military strength.

After much deliberation, the only thing he could covet in this Qianqiu Kingdom was the throne.

Feng Zhuo was in a high position, and there was an overwhelming sense of oppression in every move he made, but Xu Zhu remained calm, looked at him calmly, and said with all his strength:

"My lord, you are worrying too much."

At least at this time, "Zhu Yan" cannot die.

Feng Zhuo stared at him coldly for a long time before looking away.

He has been looking into Xu Zhu's origins, but he has found nothing. He seems to have appeared out of thin air, without any past.

No matter how powerful the hunter is, there will always be a moment when he takes action. He is waiting for the day when he takes the initiative.

…

When Quan Jiu woke up again, her fever had subsided, and her body was a little weak after the high fever. She put her hands on her hands and tried to sit up, but the door creaked and someone opened it from the outside.

The first person to come in was a wooden wheelchair, with a purple robe hanging down, covering the man's slender legs.

"Love Qing?"

Quan Jiu was slightly startled. She was so dizzy with fever that she thought Feng Zhuo's appearance was just her hallucination, but she didn't expect Feng Zhuo to really come.

She was a little speechless, why are two of them here? Wouldn't the DPRK be leaderless now?

Feng Zhuo pushed the wheelchair to her bedside, stared at Quan Jiu, whose lips turned white, and said:

"Where is the miracle doctor you saw a year ago now?"

He actually had the idea of ​​becoming a miracle doctor.

Quan Jiu: “…”

How should she explain that the miracle doctor is actually me?

"After she gave me the medical book, she traveled around the world. If I want to find her within five days, the chance is slim."

Feng Zhuo heard this but did not give up:

"How will you know if you don't try?"

He has issued an imperial list. As long as someone can solve the problem of the plague, he will be able to enjoy high officials, generous salaries, and endless glory and wealth.

Quan Jiu: ...Ergou, he turns out to care about me so much, I’m so touched QwQ.

001: Of course he cares about you. If you die, he will have to find someone else to be the emperor. How troublesome.

Quanjiu:?

001: You only have four days left to live, and you are still quarreling with me. It seems that you think you live too long.

Quan Jiu: Can’t you say something nicer?

001: I wish you and Feng Zhuo to have a son soon and have a family full of children and grandchildren.

Quanjiu: Get lost!

"My dear, while I'm still conscious, let's treat the leg first."

She has been in this world for so long, and Feng Zhuo has been protecting her. Although he only protects her because of the royal blood flowing in her body, after being together for more than a year, she has a good impression of Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo's eyes remained still: "Develop an antidote to the plague first."

In his impression, Zhu Yan was a person who was very afraid of death, but he didn't expect that when she was about to die, the first thing she thought of was his leg disease.

Quan Jiu: "But the progress of the antidote..."

Feng Zhuo interrupted her, his tone unmistakable:

"Your Majesty seems to have good energy today. In that case, I will accompany your Majesty to the pharmacy."

Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, had to change his clothes, and went to the pharmacy with him.

Afraid of spreading it through saliva, she put on a light cyan face towel.

Feng Zhuo has a very high IQ. Once she gives a rough idea of ​​the medicinal properties of herbs, he can draw inferences. With the addition of Qianqiu Kingdom's most expensive helper, her research progress has been much faster.

"Ahem..."

Every time he coughs, Quan Jiu avoids Feng Zhuo all the way.

Feng Zhuo sat in front of the desk, looking down at her flowing handwriting.

He taught her handwriting.

"Zhu Yan" a year ago had a scrawled handwriting that was unreadable. When she saw him correcting the memorial, she squatted aside eagerly and asked him to teach her how to write.

Within half a year, her handwriting was sixty percent similar to his.

He was also a teacher, brother and father, and he witnessed her growth and changes bit by bit, watching her gradually transform from a mediocre emperor to what she is today.

After Quan Jiu finished coughing, he came back and saw him looking at the prescription in a daze.

"Aiqing, what's wrong with you?"

She wrote down the plan for treating her leg injury in detail today. Even if she dies, she believes that the imperial physician in the palace will be able to treat her leg.

But she didn't dare let him see this prescription, lest he get angry again.

Feng Zhuo: "The calligraphy is good."

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of smile in his eyes:

"Are you bragging, my dear? I've been studying for almost a year, but I still can't imitate half of your character."

The words are like the person, and Feng Zhuo's words are as stunning as others.

If you think about it carefully, Feng Zhuo is an impeccable politician, but it's a pity that he doesn't care about the throne.

Feng Zhuo: "Your Majesty, you want to learn?"

Quanjiu: "Naturally."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Feng Zhuo pushing a wheelchair to her side, with the handle of the wheelchair close to her thigh.

The man stretched out his arm, wrapped it around her back, and passed under her armpit. His warm palm covered the back of her hand. To others, it looked like she was being held in his arms.

"Then I will teach you."

The distance between the two of them was so close that when Quan Jiu moved, he could feel the tight and powerful arms on his waist.

"Relax."

His fingertips touched hers.

Quan Jiu removed all the strength from his hands and let him use his strength to write one stroke after another on the white rice paper.

Feng Zhuo smelled very good, with the faint fragrance of cedar. When Quan Jiu smelled it, he accidentally became distracted.

When I came back to my senses, there were two more big characters on the paper, dragons and phoenixes dancing, extremely beautiful.

"A wine."

It's her word.

"I heard that your name is Ajiu now." Fengzhuo explained.

The man's voice was low and magnetic, and he slowly pronounced the word "Ajiu". The two originally ordinary words had a hint of whispering.

Quanjiu's fingertips moved slightly:

"My dear, please teach me how to write your name."

There is only Feng Zhuo's handwriting in the world worthy of his name.

The sudden request made the man behind him stunned.

He turned his head slightly and could only see the woman's wispy hair and full red lips.

Why is it his name.

Feng Zhuo wanted to ask, but hesitated.

(End of chapter)