Although some people still said that she was the daughter of a guilty minister, because she had saved the emperor's life, the two things were offset, and the people who said it slowly closed their mouths.
[But in addition to Nanny Gui, the surnamed Daoist He also knows that Su Yue is your father's daughter, not her mother Li Xiaolian.]
"Hmph, the relationship between the two of them is unclear. Will Little Emperor, who is inherently suspicious, believe his words?"
But...
It seems that we need to make their relationship more 'closer'.
[What about her appearance? No matter what, she looks very young, a woman of eighteen or nineteen years old.]
"Oh, you underestimate me a little too much."
It just makes a person age quickly, but she still has a way.
[Then why did you stuff the Poison Powder bag into the Scented Pouch of Nanny Gui? Aren't you afraid of being found out?]
"Of course I have my reasons, just wait and see!"
Su Qiao didn't want to explain too much, so he avoided people and quickly returned to his small yard.
After entering the hospital, she met the two little palace ladies who had been taking care of her.
The two maids looked at her coldly and left the courtyard without even saying hello.
[This is too arrogant. Why don't you give them some color?]
"If you don't have the ability, you have to learn to be patient."
Su Qiao is not an impulsive person.
Regardless of anything else, he went directly into his small room and locked the door from the inside.
After eating a roast chicken, I sat cross-legged on the bed and continued practicing.
This time, perhaps because her brain had recovered and she no longer felt uncomfortable, she settled down and practiced until midnight.
The night was as cold as water, and the entire Imperial Palace was like a sleeping giant, immersed in silence.
Occasionally, a little light would flicker across.
That's Guard Patrol patrolling at night.
[Host, stop practicing, someone sneaked in through the window.]
At the moment when Xiao Si reminded him, Su Qiao opened his eyes and jumped out of bed.
Taking advantage of the cold White Moonlight pouring in from the window, her eyes were sharp and she was ready to attack.
"Who?"
"Qiao'er? Sister?"
The man was very tall and dressed in gray clothes.
Standing at the window, with his back to the moonlight, he carefully identified the woman in a light-colored coat and skirt beside the bed.
Soon, he grabbed the black scarf off his face and stepped forward excitedly. "Is it Qiao'er?"
Su Qiao was stunned.
I always felt that this voice was somewhat familiar.
But to be on the safe side, she didn't get closer.
"Who are you?"
Su Baiwen was very excited. The tall and strong man burst into tears in an instant. He was so excited that he rushed forward and grabbed Su Qiao's hand tightly, "Qiao'er, I... I am my brother."
"...?"
Su Qiao was confused.
Does she have a brother?
It seems... there seems to be one?
The original person's brain has been tortured by Bloodthirsty Gu for more than two years, and many memories in his mind are gone. Su Qiao is also a little confused now.
However, she was too lazy to think about it anymore, because her head hurt like needles when she thought about it.
But...
Is the tall, strong, bearded man in front of me, dressed like a beggar, really her brother?
[Host, what he said is right. He is really your brother, and he is your biological brother. He was born in the same mother's womb. He just secretly left home four or five years ago, saying that he was going to study under a teacher.]
444 was also very excited in space.
Its host is finally no longer alone.
Although the man in front of me doesn't look like... he's doing well?
However, if he can sneak into the Imperial Palace without being discovered by anyone, at least he is Lightness Skill.
Lightness Skill is good, but it can come in handy.
At least I can go to Imperial Hospital to steal medicinal materials.
Because of this, 444 almost pulled out all the hair on his head today.
Looking at the big man in front of him who was crying in a low voice with his face full of tears, Su Qiao was confused: [What's going on?]