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

Chapter 194 The Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 32

In the end, he only said one word lightly.

"good."

He held her hand and taught her how to exert force and write stroke by stroke.

Feng Zhuo.

People are like phoenixes, their flowers are shining brightly.

Quan Jiu stared at the two words on the paper, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"It would be a pity not to pass down Aiqing's handwriting."

Feng Zhuo: "As long as your Majesty likes it."

After the two practiced calligraphy, they began to test the medicine non-stop. With Feng Zhuo's help, Quan Jiu's progress was rapid. After two days, the progress of the antidote came to an end.

"Cough cough cough..."

Quan Jiu started coughing non-stop every few minutes, and bloody pustules appeared on the woman's delicate face, which looked disgusting and scary.

Jingchuantang took a step forward and wanted to take the herb bowl in her hand:

"How about I come?"

Quan Jiu avoided him: "Don't touch the things I touched."

Everything she used was burned, even the clothes she wore every day were not kept until the next day, and water and food were separated from other people. Even so, she still felt uneasy.

Jingchuantang was disliked by her, but he was not angry at all. He had a charming and lazy smile on his lips.

"Your Majesty is so cruel. If you don't see me for three days, you won't let me get close to you."

Quan Jiu: “…”

This guy is a drama queen.

Jingchuantang seemed to be able to hear the complaints in her heart. He sat down in front of her with a bottle of wine and felt sorry for himself:

"Is it because the humble minister is old and sallow, and his appearance has faded, so that he cannot attract His Majesty's eyes?"

Quan Jiu: “…”

Are pearls yellow with old age?

She stared at Jingchuantang's enchanting facial features and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"I heard that you went to Tai Hospital to cause trouble again?" Quan Jiu took the initiative.

It is said that Jingchuantang locked a group of imperial doctors together and worked 24 hours a day to develop antidotes. Apart from eating, drinking, and using the toilet, these people could not even think of leaving the room.

But even so, the antidote still failed to break through the last step.

The man became furious and smashed the makeshift hospital upside down.

Jingchuantang's eyes flashed slightly:

"I just had a friendly exchange with them..."

Quan Jiu raised his lips and looked at him:

"Beheading someone in half an hour, is this called friendly exchange?"

Seeing that there were only two days left, Jingchuantang issued a death order to all the imperial doctors. If the antidote could not be developed in the last 24 hours, one person's head would be chopped off every hour.

The smile at the corner of Jingchuantang's mouth faded away. The man was half sitting in front of the couch, with one foot on the ground and the other on the edge of the couch. His posture was lazy, he raised his head and took a sip of strong wine:

"There is always a group of people who like to complain."

Quan Jiu had no choice but to stop writing: "How come I didn't notice you killing like this before?"

Jingchuantang was surprised when he heard this:

"Your Majesty, have you ever heard of the Battle of Pingluyuan?"

Quan Jiu searched around the original owner's head and finally silently closed his mouth.

In the battle of Pingluyuan, Jingchuantang led 300,000 troops and wiped out one million enemies. Finally, in front of all the soldiers, he hollowed out the head of the opponent's leader and made a wine pot.

The wine in the "jug" was mixed with red and white, and the last drop was fed to the enemy lieutenant.

Quan Jiu sighed:

"Life or death matters, there is no need to embarrass those old guys, just let them go."

Jingchuantang is surprisingly easy to talk to:

"Your Majesty says let it go, then let it go."

…

On the last day, Quan Jiu became critically ill again.

She was sitting in the pharmacy. It was obviously the beginning of autumn, but she was covered in a thick white fox fur.

Except for the noise she made from time to time grinding medicine, the room was completely silent.

In just five days, the chief physician was tortured to the point of becoming haggard:

"Obviously there is only one last medicine left, but why can't the medicinal properties be combined? Is there something wrong with the dosage of the medicine?"

Obviously, the antidote can be made with just the last herb, but at every last step, the medicine furnace always explodes.

Quan Jiu stopped writing and handed out two pieces of paper to the Chief Physician:

"Try these two...ahem...plans again."

The doctor hurriedly took the medicine according to the prescription. When he got up from the ground, his legs went numb because he had been kneeling for too long. He stumbled and almost fell down.

In a hurry, a piece of white rice paper fell from his arms. When he saw the white paper, the imperial doctor glanced at Feng Zhuo guiltily and wanted to stuff the paper back into his arms while he was not paying attention.

Feng Zhuo's black eyes darkened slightly: "Bring it up."

The doctor Chang looked at Quan Jiu in embarrassment.

Quan Jiu: “…”

She seemed to know what it was.

Seeing the interaction between Quan Jiu and the Chief Physician, Feng Zhuo spoke again, with a firm and cold tone:

"Bring it here."

The doctor Chang's neck felt cold, and he finally handed the rice paper to Feng Zhuo fearfully.

Feng Zhuo unfolded the paper and took a look. After a quick glance, he raised his hand and tore the paper into pieces!

"Fengzhuo!"

Quan Jiu stood up hurriedly and scolded in a deep voice.

Feng Zhuo still didn't stop, tearing the paper into pieces neatly. He rolled the wheelchair to Quan Jiu's side, released his palms, and the pieces in his hands scattered all over the sky.

The fragments scratched Quan Jiu's arm, circling like a butterfly in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

Quan Jiu was a little helpless:

"Do you really want to be a disabled person who can't take care of himself for the rest of your life?"

Feng Zhuo said calmly: "I don't want to."

Quan Jiu looked at the prescription fragments all over the floor and his tone became more serious:

"Then why do you need to be angry with me?"

Feng Zhuo looked at her, his dark eyes as calm as the deep sea at night:

"When your majesty recovers, my minister's leg disease will naturally be cured."

Quan Jiu: I'll wipe it, I'm so angry!

She choked on a mouthful of old blood in her chest and almost vomited blood out of anger.

Feng Zhuo's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity.

After so many years, he was no longer as eager to treat his leg injury as he was at first. It would be best if he could recover, but if he couldn't, he would not give up on himself.

He didn't understand why she was so indifferent to life, knowing that she was about to die soon, but she could still develop an antidote with a calm mind every day, as if her life was not as good as his legs.

To her, death was too understated, as if death was not her destination, but just a painless journey.

Feng Zhuo looked serious and stared into Quan Jiu's dark eyes:

"If Your Majesty wants to see me walking freely like a normal person, then live well."

Quan Jiu looked at his legs under his robe, was silent for a long time, and finally said "hmm".

She will work hard.

………

Seeing that the dusk was setting in the west and the sky was getting late, a group of people did not wait for the news that the antidote was successfully developed, but they waited for the news that Dayong Kingdom was attacking Qianqiu Kingdom from the western border.

Feng Zhuo looked at the eight-hundred-mile emergency report coming from the border. When he saw a familiar name on the paper, he frowned slightly.

"Moxi?"

Quan Jiu was coughing terribly. Hearing the name of the little wolf cub, Leng Buding raised his head in confusion.

"What's wrong with Mo Xi?"

Feng Zhuo remained silent and did not speak.

Quan Jiu looked at the soldiers kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice:

"You answer me."

The soldier glanced at Feng Zhuo and saw that he had no objection, so he spoke truthfully:

"This time, the leader of the Dayong Kingdom who led troops to attack the Qianqiu Kingdom is none other than Mo Xi."

Quan Jiu: “?!!!”

Shall I wipe it?

Good night.

(End of chapter)