"Hahaha, thank you, Your Highness Prince Jin, for your help. I don't have any other hobbies, but this one."
Master Xie smiled and signaled his followers to carefully put away the calligraphy.
"Forget it, I'd better look for Young Master Su again." Prince Jin still prefers painting.
He came up to Su Qiao and said, "Young Master, I went to your house today to look for you, but you were not there. Where did you go?"
"I went to the street to buy some medicine." Su Qiao was not very enthusiastic.
After this incident, the new scholars were convinced.
The officials at the scene looked at Su Qiao with more caution.
This young master, at such a young age, can write with such vigorous and powerful strokes, and his personality is also so calm. Although he is weak, he should not be underestimated.
It seems that the Suhou Mansion is not doomed yet.
Everyone dispersed, but Prince Jin lingered around Su Qiao.
He would pour wine, pick up food for her, and talk animatedly by himself. Su Qiao would only occasionally respond to him.
Even so, the outgoing Prince Jin did not feel embarrassed at all.
At the main seat, Long Jingyuan slammed the cup in his hand on the table, his eyes gloomy: "Quan De, call that ignorant person over to me."
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about...?"
The emperor finally got angry and decided to take action against that ungrateful boy.
Eunuch Quan felt inexplicably excited.
Long Jingyuan glanced at him unhappily: "Of course it's my good brother who idles around all day long."
Eunuch Quan, who was pierced by thousands of arrows: "..."
Seeing that he hadn't moved yet, Long Jingyuan's face became even gloomier: "Why don't you go quickly?"
"Yes, I will go right away."
Feeling unhappy, Eunuch Quan walked to the end with heavy steps.
After Prince Jin was called away, Su Qiao felt a lot more at peace.
However, she had drunk quite a bit of wine at this time, and her vision was a little blurry.
Feeling a little hot and a little noisy in Baohe Hall, she simply walked out of the hall with a wine jug in her arms, her steps somewhat unsteady.
Because she was sitting at the entrance of the temple, no one noticed her.
Su Qiao, who was burping and had a flushed face, found a nearby pavilion, lay down on the bench, leaned against the pavilion pillar, looked at the moon in the sky with drunken eyes, and began to chatter with Xiao Si.
"Xiao Si, what do you think is going on?"
As soon as I arrived, I was looking forward to finding him. In the end, I found him, but he had been almost used up.
Even have a son.
After so many dimensions, they have never had a child.
But now, he has a child with another woman.
He didn’t feel anything before, but at this moment, Su Qiao finally understood what heartache was.
Host, please drink less.
We are in the palace now. Is it really okay to be drunk like this
In those palace fighting novels, there are all kinds of frame-ups, conspiracies and intrigues, and you can fall into the trap if you are not careful.
The host is a drunkard and will be at the mercy of others.
But luckily, she was just talking to herself in her mind. If she really said it out loud, others might think she was crazy if they heard it.
Su Qiao took a big gulp of wine, her eyes reddened: "My husband has run away, can't I drink a few more glasses?"
444: “…”
Well, it has nothing to say.
Let the host get drunk to relieve his worries!
"Xiao Si, I feel bad. I really feel bad."
Su Qiao poured wine into his mouth while holding his aching chest, and the corners of his eyes finally became wet.
"A thousand-foot-high wall stands firm, and without desires one is strong. This is indeed true."
If you are too greedy and ask for too much, you will be troubled.
Su Qiao looked up at the crescent moon hanging quietly in the night sky, forced back the tears in his eyes, and took another sip of wine: "Since ancient times, love has always been full of regrets, and good dreams are the easiest to wake up from."
She was finally waking up from this dream.