Zhan Qingcheng stared at Feng Jiu, staring intently.
His eyes were very indifferent, like the wind at night. Even though it was silent, Feng Jiu still felt as if a cool breeze was blowing through her heart.
It was chilly, unsettling, unsettling, and made me want to say something to ease the tense atmosphere at the moment, but I couldn't find the right words.
He looked at her like this, feeling very stressed, and a trace of cold sweat gradually broke out on Feng Jiu's forehead.
Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you thinking about?
I don’t know how long it took, but a wisp of breeze passed by, ruffling the hair that Feng Jiu had deliberately left on his temples.
Zhan Qingcheng raised his long fingers. Did he mean to brush her hair away from her face?
Feng Jiu was stunned and hurriedly backed away.
When he raised his eyes again, he saw that Uncle Nine Emperor's hands had returned behind him, so calmly and at ease, as if the movements of his fingers just now had never happened before.
He suddenly said: "Do you need my help?"
Feng Jiu's heart felt warm and her nose almost felt sore.
Uncle Nine Emperors was still so indulgent towards her, and he clearly disapproved of her getting involved in these things, but as long as she persisted, he still chose to tolerate her, and even helped her.
As long as she said so, Fengjiu believed that Uncle Nine Emperors would definitely help her without hesitation.
No matter who you want to frame or deal with.
The warmth in her heart was finally suppressed by her, and Feng Jiu said lightly: "Thank you very much, Mr. Jiu, for your love, but there are some things that Feng Jiu feels that Feng Jiu can solve by herself."
"snort!"
This life's cold snort had just ended, Feng Jiu felt her ears twitching, and when she looked ahead, she could see the figure of Uncle Nine Emperors.
Alas, she made Uncle Nine Emperors angry again. She seems to have always been very capable and can always make him angry easily.
But Feng Jiu really didn't want Uncle Nine Emperors to get involved in this matter. No matter what happened in the future, at least it would have nothing to do with Uncle Nine Emperors.
Feng Jiu gathered herself together and walked towards the back door of the palace this time.
She carried the token given by Emperor Qiwen, so it was easy to enter the palace. However, the atmosphere in the palace tonight was obviously a little different. It seemed to be more strict and cold than usual.
When he heard that Feng Jiu was coming, the Grand Eunuch hurried out of the Holy Emperor's palace: "Sir, why are you so late?"
"Occasionally, a new medicine comes out. I was afraid that if the medicine passed tonight, the effect of the medicine would be affected, so I came here immediately. Please forgive me, Grand Eunuch." Feng Jiu leaned forward and said.
"New medicine?" The Grand Eunuch really didn't want to disturb His Majesty at this time. After all, His Majesty was in a very bad mood tonight.
However, if it is a new medicine that is really good for the Queen and can make her legs better, then this may make the Holy Emperor feel better.
"Sir, please wait a moment. I will go and report to the Holy One." After the Grand Eunuch finished speaking, he immediately turned around and returned to the palace.
When the Grand Eunuch entered, the two people in the palace room were still fighting each other.
The Grand Eunuch stood outside the curtain, knowing that he shouldn't disturb her at this time, but when it came to that empress, the Holy One always cared the most.
If time passes and the efficacy of the medicine is really affected, he cannot bear the responsibility.
"Your Majesty, sir, here you are, saying that there is... something urgent." Despite this, the Grand Eunuch did not dare to speak too loudly in the outer hall, separated by a curtain, and only dared to remind him in a low voice.
The movement inside seemed to be quieter. The Grand Eunuch knew that Emperor Qiwen heard it and said again: "Sir, he said, come here with new medicine."
Emperor Qiwen lifted up the quilt on his body.
Feng Qingyin, who had no cover at all, exclaimed and hid behind Emperor Qiwen: "Your Majesty, I am my concubine..."
"You go back to the palace first." Emperor Qiwen hurriedly got off the bed and said, "Here comes, please wait."
The Grand Eunuch immediately called the two little maids in, cleaned the body of the Holy Master briefly, and immediately put on his clothes.
Feng Qingyin sat on the bed, grabbed the silk cup, and covered her body. She just watched helplessly as the clothes on her body were being put on one by one by the man who had been flirting with her just now.
"Your Majesty..." She lifted the veil and looked at Emperor Qiwen's back.
It's not that she really likes to serve this old man, but her body always has needs. Isn't it disappointing that he is about to leave in the middle of this matter?
Not only is it disappointing, but now I feel very uncomfortable.
"Your Majesty, do you really have the heart to abandon your concubine like this?" Her voice was sweet and sweet, and it penetrated the bone marrow. Any man who heard it would be unable to stop himself from feeling excited.
However, Emperor Qiwen's heart was still and his face was expressionless: "Yin'er, I have urgent matters to deal with. Yin'er will go back to the palace first. I will come back to you in two days."
There was a bit of resentment in Feng Qingyin's eyes. This old guy hadn't come to see her for a while.
He would only accept it if she came to serve him, but he would not take the initiative to find her.
She really didn't like being with him that much. After all, she certainly didn't love such an old man.
However, no woman likes this feeling of not being taken seriously.
Emperor Qiwen ignored her, put on his clothes, and immediately left with the Grand Eunuch.
Feng Qingyin also called her maids and sent away the two maids in Emperor Qiwen's palace.
"Mother, do you have anything to say?" When Linglong saw her sending people away, she knew she must have something to say.
"Find someone to follow you from a distance to see if you are going to the abandoned Liyuan again." Where is the tenderness in Feng Qingyin's eyes at this time? Those eyes filled with hatred were full of doubts and anger.
What kind of woman is she that makes this old guy so nervous?
New medicine? Is that woman suffering from some disease? Is the gentleman mentioned by the Grand Duke still Feng Jiu?
"Yes." Linglong accepted the order and was about to go out.
Feng Qingyin lowered her voice again and whispered: "Stay away, don't let the old guy's people notice you."
"Understood."
…
Feng Jiu's medicine is indeed a new medicine and has just been extracted. However, with the way she preserves it, there is no problem in keeping it for ten or eight days.
I am not really that anxious to enter the palace tonight, but this medicine does have a new effect on the masked queen's legs.
When he came out, Emperor Qiwen was still waiting under the pavilion as before.
Such infatuation is really rare.
Putting aside everything else, just this infatuation is really annoying.
Especially, he is still the king of a country.
Feng Jiu walked to the pavilion and leaned towards Emperor Qiwen: "Your Majesty."
"How?" Emperor Qiwen was thinking about the injuries of the women in the room.
Feng Jiu leaned forward again, her attitude always respectful.
She met Emperor Qiwen's gaze and said calmly, "Your Majesty's legs are reacting. This medicine really has a miraculous effect on your Majesty's legs."
After a while, he said again: "From now on, Feng Jiu will come here every three days to let the meridians on the empress' leg heal first before performing the operation."
