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

Chapter 194 Eternal Empress, 1V4 Shura Field 32
In the end, he only said one word lightly.

"it is good."

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

Feng Zhuo.

People are like their phoenixes, shining brightly.

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

"It's a pity that Aiqing's handwriting is not passed down."

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

The two of them finished practicing calligraphy, and then began to test the medicine non-stop. With Feng Zhuo's help, Quan Jiu's progress was rapid. After two days like this, 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 frightening.

Jing Chuantang took a step forward, wanting to take the herbal medicine bowl in her hand:

"How about I come?"

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

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

Jing Chuantang was disliked by her, but he was not annoyed, with a monstrous and lazy smile on the corner of his mouth.

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

Quan Jiu: "..."

This man is a showman.

Jing Chuantang seemed to be able to hear the complaints in her heart, and sat down in front of her with a jug of wine, complaining to himself:
"Is it because the humble minister is old and yellow, and he is old and faded, so he can't catch His Majesty's eyes?"

Quan Jiu: "..."

Old people?
She stared at Jingchuantang's enchanting and beautiful facial features, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

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

It is said that Jing Chuantang locked a group of imperial physicians together and worked on the antidote 24 hours a day. Except for eating, drinking and going to the toilet, this group of people never even thought of stepping out of the room.

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

The man went into a rage and smashed the makeshift hospital upside down.

Jing Chuantang's eyes flickered slightly:
"Just had a friendly exchange with them..."

Quan Jiu curled his lips and looked at him:
"Beheading a person in half an hour, is this also called friendly communication?"

Seeing that there were only two days left in the time, Jing Chuantang ordered all the imperial physicians to die. In the last 24 hours, if no antidote could be developed, one person's head would be beheaded every hour.

The smile on the corner of Jing Chuantang's mouth faded away, the man half sat in front of the couch, stepped on the ground with one foot, and stepped on the edge of the couch with the other, looking lazily, he raised his head and took a sip of strong wine:
"There's always a group of people who like to sue."

Quan Jiu had no choice but to stop writing: "Why didn't I realize that you killed like this before?"

Jing Chuantang was surprised when he heard the words:
"Your Majesty, have you heard of the Battle of Pingluyuan?"

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

In the Battle of Pingluyuan, Jing Chuantang led 30 troops and wiped out 100 million enemies. Finally, in front of all the soldiers, he hollowed out the head of the opponent's leader and made a flagon.

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

Quan Jiu sighed:

"Life is a matter of life and death, there is no need to embarrass those old guys, let them go."

Jing Chuantang was surprisingly easy-going:
"Your Majesty said let it go, then let it go."

……

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

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

Except for the occasional noise of her grinding the medicine, the room was dead silent.

In just five days, the Chief Physician was tortured to the point of withering:

"Obviously only the last medicine is missing, but why can't the properties of the medicine be integrated? Could it be that there is a problem with the dosage of the medicine?"

Obviously, the antidote can be made with only the last herbal medicine, but every time the last step is reached, 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."

Physician Chang hurriedly took the medicine according to the prescription. When he got up from the ground, his legs went numb because of kneeling for too long, and he staggered step by step, almost falling down.

In a hurry, a piece of white rice paper fell from his arms. When he saw the white paper, the chief physician gave Feng Zhuo a guilty look, and wanted to put the paper back into his arms while he was not paying attention.

Feng Zhuo's black eyes sank slightly: "Show it up."

The chief physician 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 stern tone:

"Bring it."

The chief doctor's neck felt cold, and finally handed the rice paper to Feng Zhuo in fear.

Feng Zhuo unfolded the paper and took a look. After a quick look, he raised his hand and tore the paper up!
"Feng Zhuo!"

Quan Jiu got up hastily, and reprimanded him in a deep voice.

Feng Zhuo still didn't stop, he tore the paper into pieces cleanly, he rolled the wheelchair and came to Quan Jiu's side, he let go of his palm, and the pieces in his hand scattered all over the sky.

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

Quan Jiu felt helpless:

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

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

Quan Jiu looked at the fragments of prescriptions all over the floor, and his tone became more serious:
"Then why are you angry with me?"

Feng Zhuo and her looked at each other, their black eyes were as calm as the deep sea in the night:

"On the day His Majesty recovers, my minister's leg disease will naturally be cured."

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

A mouthful of old blood was choked in her chest, and she almost vomited blood from the anger.

A touch of complexity flashed across Feng Zhuo's eyes.

After so many years, he is not as eager to treat his leg injury as he was at the beginning. It is best to be healthy, but if he can't, he will not give up on himself.

He didn't understand why she was so indifferent to life. Knowing that her life was not long, she could still develop the antidote with peace of mind every day, as if her life was not as good as his pair of legs.

To her, death is too light, as if death is not her destination, but just a painless journey.

Feng Zhuo looked serious, staring at Quan Jiu's black eyes:
"If Your Majesty wants to see me walking freely like a normal person, then live well."

Quan Jiu looked at his legs under the robe, remained silent for a long time, and finally let out a "hmm".

She will work hard.

.........

Seeing that the twilight was sinking and the sky was getting late, a group of people did not wait for the news that the antidote had been successfully developed, but they waited for the news that the Great Yong Kingdom was attacking the Qianqiu Kingdom from the western border.

Feng Zhuo looked at the [-]-li urgent report from the border, and when he saw a familiar name on the paper, his brows frowned slightly.

"Moxi?"

Quan Jiu was coughing like hell, when he suddenly heard the name of the little wolf cub, he raised his head in doubt.

"What happened to Moxi?"

Feng Zhuo was silent and did not speak.

Quan Jiu looked at the soldier kneeling on the ground, and said in a low tone:

"You come and answer me."

The soldier glanced at Feng Zhuo, seeing that he had no objection, he said truthfully:
"This time the Dayong Kingdom led troops to attack the Qianqiu Kingdom, and it was Mo Xi."

Quan Jiu: "?!!!"

I wipe?

　good night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)