Chapter 982 The Regent's Sweetheart (42)

He said that the master only took the medicine two days ago, and it is reasonable to say that it would take four or five days for the poison to develop.

Su Baiwen was so angry that he almost became angry, but he couldn't get mad at his sister, so he could only look coldly at the pretentious man on the couch:

"We are very crude, not conducive to self-cultivation, and it's not too early, Lord Jing, you should hurry back to your own place."

Hmph, where you come from, just get out of here.

Su Qiao did not object.

"My brother is right. My yard is a bit broken, and there is no brazier. It's early spring and the weather is still cold. You go back early and let the people below make more braziers, so don't get cold."

"Cough, okay."

Ye Jinghua slowly got up and got off the bed. When he left, he glanced at Fifteen coldly.

"Xunfeng, let someone get some braziers for Miss Su."

"Yes."

Xunfeng knew that Master was blaming Fifteen, and quickly winked at her.

Fifteen felt a little guilty, and hurriedly went out to prepare the brazier.

She had neglected before.

The four of them have internal strength and don't feel cold, and Su Qiao doesn't like them worrying about her, so she forgets that it's not even the first month, and the weather is still a little cold.

After Ye Jinghua left, Su Baiwen pulled his sister to the table and sat down, and persuaded her again in a deep and eloquent manner.

"Sister, brother, tell you that nine out of ten men are not good things. They are unsympathetic and greedy for freshness. Once they get it, they often don't cherish it. "

"So don't think that he treats you very well now, he cares about your food, cares about your clothes, and is afraid that you will be too cold, but he may treat you coldly in the future. By then, you will be sad."

Su Qiao poured him a cup of hot tea and reminded him amusingly, "Brother, you are a man yourself."

"It's true that my brother is a man, but my brother is nine out of ten, the last one left, and my brother is your own brother. Even if you are not good to your own woman, you can't be bad to your sister, right?"

Su Qiao was speechless: "Brother, are you going to be a scumbag?"

"Scumbag?"

Although Su Baiwen didn't quite understand the specific meaning of "scumbag", he also understood his sister's words well.

"No, my brother is just making an analogy. Brother, I have to learn from our father, and only be good to the woman you like."

"No, now I'm talking about you and King Jing."

Su Qiao blinked: "What do I have to do with him?"

Gong Baiwen was a little anxious: "You...he's uneasy and kind to you, can't you see it?"

"I see."

Su Qiao didn't blush at all, and said straightforwardly: "But brother, I like him."

"Oh my good sister, what do you like about him?"

Su Baiwen scratched his head a little irritably.

"He's a regent with ruthless means, he's moody, he likes to draw his sword and slash people at every turn, aren't you afraid?

And if you really marry him, you may encounter many assassinations in the future. "

"By the way, maybe one day he will become the emperor himself, and he will also be the seventy-two concubine of the three palaces and six courtyards. Are you willing to grab a man with so many women? How tiring is that?"

Su Qiao's face was the same, while eating some cold dishes on the table, she said slowly:

"If that's the case, I'll knock him unconscious and take him away."

Fifteen who just came in with a brazier: "..."

Can she pretend she didn't hear?

Su Baiwen was also stunned.

I didn't expect his sister... to have such an "ambition".

After a while, he came back to his senses.

"Sister, he is powerful and powerful and holds a lot of troops, how can you take him away?"