Chapter 3216: Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (1
Chapter 3216 Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (1)
"Little Si, where did I go? And, this dung bucket... is it serious?"
Su Qiao was a little confused when he saw the crude wooden dung spoon in his hand and the dung bucket on the side.
looked up and looked around with a blank face.
Uninterrupted mountains, verdant woods, rivers passing through the cols.
This environment is not unfamiliar, but...
Su Qiao's eyes fell on the chaotic, simple and shabby thatched huts in the valley, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.
Is it special? I don’t even have an adobe house. This is too poor, right?
【Nothing is more serious than this. Just recognize the reality. You are just picking manure and watering the vegetable field in a valley. The surrounding thatched huts and sheds are also real, not your illusion. 】
444 is a bit gloating.
One foot in heaven, one foot in hell, probably referring to the host like this!
I lived in a spacious, bright, low-key but luxurious villa the moment before, but the next moment I went to a poor ravine with a dung spoon in my hand, which was a bit exciting to think about.
"……"
Su Qiao took another deep breath, but...
Mom, it smells so bad.
She finally managed to resist the urge to howl to the sky.
No wonder it is said that there is no harm without comparison.
The worst in the past can have an adobe house, but this time it’s great, and I live in thatched huts and sheds.
Throwing away the dung spoon in his hand, Su Qiao looked at the open space in the middle of the thatched house.
There is a group of brawny men wearing sleeveless gowns, shouting in their mouths, squatting and punching, they seem to be training.
There are many shabby people onlookers around, as if watching something lively.
"Who are those people?"
【To put it nicely, it is the rebel army, but to put it awkwardly, it is a group of refugees fleeing famine. 】
【Small vendors, shopkeepers, farmers, gangsters, everyone, because there are so few powerful people in charge, all of them look like that. 】
Su Qiao tweeted: "It's pretty good."
has all been mixed into the rebel army, is it going to go to a melee with the court next, come to a life and death?
"Forget it, I'll find a place to sort out the memory first!"
With all the troubles in front of her, she was going to be quiet.
444 habitually scanned the group of people and immediately stopped her.
[Wait, don’t sort out your memory first, but stop your dog’s mouth first, don’t let him get into trouble! 】
"what's the situation?"
Su Qiao paused, then squinted at the group of people again.
After patrolling for two laps, his eyes soon fell on a thin, white man.
The reason for determining the goal so quickly is that this man gives her a familiar feeling, and the other is that among so many people, this man wears different clothes.
He was wearing a gray Taoist uniform and a gray Taoist hat, and his appearance was very obvious.
Behind him, a middle-aged strong man in a black gown was pulling his sleeve anxiously, opening his mouth to say something.
However, Su Qiao did not see the tongue from his hollow mouth.
Obviously, this man is dumb.
【You better go over now, this guy is crazy, he is a prince, if he reveals his identity here, it is estimated that these people who hate the court will be cut alive. 】
"You quickly tell me the situation."
Su Qiao ran away, urging Xiaosi while running.
[His name is Zhao Jingting. The twelve sons of today's faint emperor have a brain disease. They were sent to Taoist temple to recuperate from childhood. Later, when he fled from famine, he met his original father who was injured while hunting. When I came back, I got into this team. 】
(End of this chapter)
