Chapter 3278： Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (63

Chapter 3278 Raised a prince, or an ancestor? (63)

Zhao Jingting was very moved, and quickly promised: "I know, I will take it."

"Lady, you will go to the cliff next time to gather herbs. Let me go."

Su Qiao originally wanted to wave his hand and say, ‘No need, I can do it’, but when he thought about drinking, he changed his words.

"You change from time to time like this, and your head hurts from time to time. How can I let you go?"

Zhao Jingting scratched his head, "Then...then I will try my best to take medicine, try to keep myself awake, and get better as soon as possible."

"Madam, my disease... can this disease really be cured?" Zhao Jingting never thought that his disease could still be cured.

In his situation, even the observer said that it was an evil, and there was no way to rule it.

Not to mention other people, they all regard him as crazy.

Su Qiao encouraged: "As long as you cooperate, it will be cured."

"I take pills, but can I drink..."

Zhao Jingting looked at the wine jar she was holding, and the wine bug came up again, swallowing unconsciously, scratching her chest, really itchy.

"No." Su Qiao interrupted his thoughts ruthlessly.

Zhao Jingting hurriedly stretched out three fingers to guarantee: “Just three mouthfuls a day, one mouthful for one meal in the morning, afternoon and evening, okay?”

"If I don't drink it, I'm really uncomfortable."

"Have it been uncomfortable. After enduring this period of time, you won't be addicted when you get used to it. Haven't you been doing well some time ago?"

It should be a critical moment now.

If you drink it now, it will fall short.

"Then...the two mouthfuls, just take two mouthfuls."

Su Qiao was still unmoved, Zhao Jingting gritted his teeth: "One bite, one bite is the best?"

"Lady, okay, just one bite, okay?"

Su Qiao, who was being shook to and fro, really couldn't help him.

"I really convinced you, so young, why are you so addicted to alcohol?"

I didn't eat wine **** a few days ago, she thought she had successfully quit.

Although there is only one bite, Zhao Jingting is still a little happy.

Although you can’t drink too much, you can taste it every day.

"When I was young, I had a headache, and I drank as soon as my head hurt. Later, the more I drank, the more addicted I became. I felt uncomfortable if I didn't drink. "

"He just drinks what you want?" Isn't the observer treating him nice? Don't you care about him?

"He wanted to cure my disease, but his medical skills were limited, so he could only relieve me one or two. The wine made my head less painful, so he had to make rice wine for me."

"How did he die?" Su Qiao was a little curious.

Zhao Jingting remembered the past and sighed softly.

"There was drought everywhere, and the bandits on the mountain came to the Taoist temple to grab food. The master was chopped and wounded, and he did not survive it later."

In fact, Guanzhu is not young anymore, and he has been lingering on the sickbed for the past two years, and he can't live long. The bandits only speeded up his death when they came.

"Over the capital, are you still going to go back?" Su Qiao never asked him this question, so it happened to be asked today.

Zhao Jingting hugged the wine jar and sat on the stone, silent.

Su Qiao thought for a while, and sat next to him, "I mean, is there anyone else you care about?"

"If there is one, we can go find him."

"Not going back." Zhao Jingting shook his head, with a cold face: "There is nothing to reply."

Similar to what Su Qiao expected.

"Then do you have any plans next? Is there any place you want to go in particular?"

Zhao Jingting turned to look at her, and shook his head.

(End of this chapter)