C7 A Great Supplement

Yeh Wuzheng didn't even sit down. Even when Chuh Zixiao walked in, he didn't show any signs of wanting to get up. After he finished speaking, he looked at Yeh Wuzheng with a smile on his face.

Chuh Zixiao furrowed his brows tightly, and his expression became extremely ugly!

Feng Jiuge got up and welcomed him, "Has the Emperor eaten yet?"

Chuh Zixiao shook his head and reached out to pull her. Just as he wanted to speak, Yeh Wuzheng said, "It is really disgusting..."

He threw the chopsticks in his hand away and took a deep breath, "Hiss... That damn assassin... If This King touches her, I will stab her ten times or eight times to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The one behind this... Yeh Wuzheng's words were full of hostility.

Chuh Zixiao held Feng Jiuge's hand tightly.

Feng Jiuge only glanced at the mess of dishes that he had picked and looked at Chuh Zixiao and said, "Emperor, Chenqie stewed Black Chicken Lily Soup and this made me..."

"Aiyo, chicken soup is good. It is a tonic for recovering injuries. I say Empress. " This is not right. No matter what, I am also an injured person. It is not right for you to feed me these coarse rice. "

Yeh Wuzheng took over the conversation like a hooligan.

Chuh Zixiao was furious. Why did the knife miss? Since he wanted to miss, why didn't he cut off his tongue? Listening to his words really annoyed him to death!

He originally had a belly full of questions to ask Feng Jiuge, but was interrupted by Yeh Wuzheng. He flicked his sleeve and turned around to leave.

"Emperor... Emperor..."

Feng Jiuge pretended to call out a few words but Chuh Zixiao's footsteps did not stop at all!

"This king feels that Empress's chicken soup was not really made for Emperor Yu. No matter what, that black chicken lily, he is the thing that nourished Yin and nurture Yin..."

When the cold words came out of Yeh Wuzheng's mouth, Feng Jiuge raised her eyebrows and said, "Someone, bring the chicken soup to War King."

"There is no need for this..."

"How can that be? War King is the injured one!"

As soon as Feng Jiuge finished speaking, a woman in red carried the chicken soup to Yeh Wuzheng. It was full of chicken soup and it was placed in front of Yeh Wuzheng. It was steaming hot and instantly blocked his view.

"War King, drink slowly!"

“...”

After Feng Jiuge finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and placed it on the back of the woman in red's hand. Then, she walked briskly back to the inner hall!

...

Feng Jiuge lay on the soft couch. The entire Phoenix Nest Hall was silent. Other than the flickering candlelight, it was peaceful.

"Empress, the West Hall is resting!"

Feng Jiuge only lightly "En" and then sat up, "Hongying, the Emperor has finally come..."

"Yes, Little Qian has news that the Emperor has already left Universal Hall but went to Imperial Concubine Shen's place..."

Feng Jiuge nodded her head. This scene was the same as before. For the sake of the various powers, every time he went to see Shen Qingzhuang, he would come to accompany her for a while...

Feng Jiuge suddenly sat up. She remembered that this night, Chuh Zixiao had brought her some food, and these food appeared every day in the next few days.

Feng Jiuge's heart skipped a beat. The food must be poisonous. Otherwise, she would not have been tied up by him so easily, but she did not know!

Her hands gently wrapped around her arms. Feng Jiuge was deep in thought. Such a meticulous plan was definitely not something Chuh Zixiao could scheme against. Then, who else was behind him?