Chapter 590: Emperor Leng Ao, don't chase me (30)

  Chapter 590 Emperor Leng Ao, don’t chase me (30)

   "Hahaha, thank you, His Highness King Jin, for your fulfillment. The old man has no other hobbies, just this hobby."

  Xie Taifu smiled and motioned to his entourage to carefully put away the copybook.

   "Forget it, this king should look for Su Xiaoshizi again." King Jin still prefers painting.

  He leaned in front of Su Qiao: "Little son, this king is going to your house to find you today. You are not here, where did you go?"

  "Go to the street to buy some medicine." Su Qiao was not very enthusiastic.

  After this, the new veterans were convinced.

  As the officials on the scene looked at Su Qiao, their eyes became more cautious.

  This young man, at a young age, can write such a vigorous, powerful, three-pointed character, and his personality is so calm. Although frail, he should not be underestimated.

  It seems that Suhou Mansion is not exhausted.

  Everyone dispersed, but King Jin was entangled with Su Qiao.

  I will pour wine for a while, and then I will serve her with food, and even one person can talk warmly. Su Qiao will only answer him occasionally.

   Even so, the familiar King Jin did not feel embarrassed at all.

  In the main seat, Long Jingyuan put the cup in his hand on the table, his eyes gloomy: "Quande, call me over those who don’t know."

   "What did the emperor say...?"

  The emperor finally got angry, and finally started to deal with the brat who didn't know how to promote.

  Duke Quan was a little excited in his heart.

  Long Jingyuan squinted at him displeasedly: "Of course he was my good brother who was idle all day long."

  Duke Quan who was pierced by a thousand arrows: "..."

  Seeing that he hasn't moved for a long time, Long Jingyuan's expression became even more gloomy: "Don't you go?"

   "Hey, the minion will go right away."

  Unhappy in his heart, Father Quan took heavy steps to the last position.

   King Jin was called away, but Su Qiao was a lot quieter.

  However, at this time she also drank a lot of alcohol, and her eyes were a little blurred.

   felt a little hot, and there was a bit noisy in the Baohe Hall. She held a hip flask directly, and walked out of the hall with some erratic steps.

  Because she was sitting at the gate of the temple, no one really noticed her.

  Shooting with a drunk and flushed face, Su Qiao looked for a pavilion nearby, lay down on the bench, leaned against the pavilion pillar, looked at the moon in the sky with drunken eyes, and started talking to Xiao Si.

   "Little Si, what do you think is this?"

As soon as    came, he was eagerly looking forward to finding him, but it turned out to be good, but he was found, but he was about to be rotten by others.

  I even have a son.

  With so many planes, they have never had a child.

  But now, he has children with other women.

  I didn’t think there was anything before, but at this moment, Su Qiao finally understood what heartache was.

  【Host, you drink less. 】

  I’m in the palace now, is it really okay to get drunk like this?

  In those Gong Dou novels, all kinds of frame-ups, all kinds of conspiracies and tricks, can be swayed by accident.

  The host is a drunk who can only be slaughtered by others.

  But it’s okay, she just nags herself in her mind. If she says it out loud, others will see her, maybe they think she’s crazy.

  Su Qiao took a sip of wine, her eyes were a little red: "The old lady and the man ran away, can't you drink two more glasses?"

  444: "..."

  Well, it has nothing to say.

  Let the host get drunk and relieve one's worries!

  "Little Four, I am uncomfortable, I am really uncomfortable."

  Su Qiao poured wine into his mouth, while holding his dull painful chest, the corners of his eyes finally became dry and wet.

   "The wall stands thousands of people, and if there is no desire, then you are strong. It really is right."

  Too much greed, too much request, and it will bother you.

  Su Qiao looked up at the quietly hanging crescent moon in the night sky, forced the tears in his eyes back, and took a sip of wine: "Passionateness has been left with hatred since ancient times, and it is the easiest to wake up from good dreams."

  This dream of her, finally woke up.

  (End of this chapter)