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

Chapter 171 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 Jingchuantang to become slightly abnormal after returning to Beijing.

He was leaning on the wheelchair with both hands, wearing a light blue robe, and the scenery was as beautiful as the moon.

"Your Majesty went out to call someone. He is my secret guard who has been with me for many years. Your Majesty can rest assured."

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, the woman who turned her back to him suddenly turned around, revealing her red bellyband, and walked towards him step by step.

Quan Jiu squatted down in front of him, exposing his snow-white back in front of his eyes, a pair of butterfly bones spread their wings like flying, sexy and seductive.

"Ai Qing, I am the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, how can I let others easily blaspheme."

She brushed back her waist-length hair to facilitate Feng Zhuo's hands.

Feng Zhuo's long eyebrows were furrowed, and he stared at her snow-white slender waist for two seconds. Finally, he stretched out his slender fingertips and tied a standard bow tie for her, during which he inevitably touched a woman's smooth and tender skin like porcelain.

"All right."

He pushed the wheelchair back, his expression indifferent and away from Quan Jiu.

Gee.

Quan Jiu stood up slowly, and was not in a hurry to put on his clothes. This trousers and bellyband outfit, in modern times, would be a vest + trousers, which is not revealing at all.

She squatted in front of Feng Zhuo, suddenly looked down at his legs:
"Aiqing, don't worry, I have 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, and he stared at his legs with lowered eyes:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

The woman's weak and boneless little hand suddenly touched his knee, and her tone was provocative:

"Aiqing, do you feel it when I touch you like this?"

Feng Zhuo: "Your legs have been disabled for a long time, and you have already lost consciousness."

His legs were abandoned for the Qianqiu Kingdom.

The 14-year-old Feng Zhuo was ordered to save the eldest prince when he was in danger. He single-handedly fought an army of millions, but unfortunately, he was hit by a poisonous arrow in his knee, leaving him with a hidden illness.

The flamboyant young man who once "moved the capital with splendor, leaned on a leaning bridge on a horse, and filled the building with red sleeves" never rode a horse again.

……

Banquet night.

Quan Jiu put his arms around Xiao Baozi, and was still dawdling in the bedroom.

"Baby, wait for me obediently in the bedroom?"

Naituanzi blinked her slender eyelashes, wrapped her arms around Quan Jiu's neck, and said obediently:
"it is good."

She seems to have really changed.

Not only did she not beat him, but she also put on new clothes for him, called him baby, slept with him, and kissed him every now and then...

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

If only she could stay like this all the time.

……

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

Outside the Baoyi Hall, there are carved beams and painted buildings, resplendent in gold and jade, and a thousand lights in the glazed exhibition shine.

The two dragons on the eaves, with golden scales and golden armor, are alive and well, as if they want to fly into the air.

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: "Stay flat."

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

On the left side closest to Quanjiu, Feng Zhuo was sitting, and across from Feng Zhuo, the prime minister of the dynasty, Jing Yao.

Quan Jiu: "General Jing returned to Beijing triumphantly, where is his figure now?"

Jing Yao saluted with both hands:

"Return to Your Majesty, the unfilial son is in poor health and is still on his way into the palace."

Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Is this a showdown for her?

The emperor has come, but the courtiers are still missing, no matter how you look at it, you don't take her as the emperor seriously.

The atmosphere present was a little delicate.

If it were a normal emperor, he would have been angry by now...

Quan Jiu grinned: "It's okay, General Jing is the pillar of the country, and his body is the most important thing."

All the ministers: Sure enough, you can't have any hope for this stupid king.

At the beginning of the banquet, a group of male pets took the initiative to approach Quan Jiu, kneeling beside him, pouring wine, peeling grapes, and someone even reached out from under the table, trying to grab her hand...

Quan Jiu glanced at him, deliberately knocked the wine glass crookedly, and spilled the wine in her hand:
"Clumsy, drag it on, and you will be responsible for thirty."

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

The man's waist-length black hair flutters in the wind, tied lightly with a red ribbon, red clothes and black boots, and a tough waist.

A pair of long and narrow peach blossom eyes are full of affection, the lips are thin into a straight line, and there is a faint smile on the corner of the mouth. From time to time, he raises the buckskin jug in his hand, and pours a few mouthfuls with his head raised. The man's Adam's apple rolls, and the slender neck A few blue veins emerged faintly.

He stared at Quan Jiu's movement of avoiding the male pet, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

"It's kind of fun..."

……

"General Jing is here!"

The father-in-law shouted at the door, successfully making everyone's eyes look outside the door.

Quan Jiu raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and saw a dainty and charming young man in a red dress, holding a flute in his hand, and walked in leisurely with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"His Majesty."

Jing Chuantang stopped in front of the steps and bowed to her.

Quan Jiu stared at Jing Chuantang, his heart began to struggle again.

"So handsome, isn't it justified that I don't play hooligans?"

001: "If you want to play hooligans, just say so."

Quan Jiu: Hehe~
"I haven't seen you for many years, but the beauty of Aiqing remains the same as before."

Jing Chuantang has lived in the frontier for a long time, she thought that the other party was a tall, burly general with a sloppy face and a long beard, but she did not expect to be a delicate and evil boy in red.

Jing Chuantang heard the teasing meaning in her tone, instead of being annoyed, he winked at her with a peachy smile.

"It's a great honor to be missed by His Majesty."

Quan Jiu:? ?

It is agreed that you will be dismounted, and your meritorious deeds will shock you. What about rebellion?

"Ergou, isn't he trying to use the 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 hero on his body."

Quan Jiu: "..."

Family members, I can't stop laughing.

Jing Chuantang seemed to be very interested in her and approached her proactively.

"The minister pours wine for His Majesty."

Quan Jiu looked deathly at home: There is no poison in this wine, right?

When she was hesitating, Jing Chuantang had already handed the wine glass to her lips, intending to feed her himself!
Quan Jiu stared at him with complicated emotions.

"Jing Aiqing has an exquisite heart, and she is really considerate."

Jing Chuantang looked at the hesitation in her eyes, and the smile deepened on the corner of his mouth, he jumped over the long table, took the place of the male pet, and fed her wine.

Quan Jiu: Er Gou, if I die, remember to ask Feng Zhuo to click Jing Chuan Hall.

She was dying.

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

Finally, there is no need to assist the faint king.

Quan Jiu took the wine glass with a smile, and touched Jing Chuantang's palm with his fingertips.

I am so hungry, normal people should be afraid, right?

She waited for Jing Chuantang to retreat voluntarily.

Then, in the next second, the back of her hand was covered by the man's thick palm.

The smile on the corner of Quan Jiu's mouth froze completely.

(End of this chapter)