Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 148 The sick prince is too clingy (69)

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   Mu Qier's face flushed, angry and angry, and pointed to Su Qiao: "You are playing me!"

  Su Qiao gave her a white look: "It's too boring to talk about it. If you don't compare it with you, you just won't."

   "Hmph, don't be proud, and archery!" Mu Qi'er snorted coldly, and flew away angrily.

Behind   , Su Qiao slowly followed: "Okay, I don't care."

  In fact, she is really unsatisfied.

  Her riding skills are not very good, but not too bad.

  In addition, this horse had been fed Lingquan water by her before, and her physical fitness was simply not comparable to these horses.

  So winning is not unexpected.

  Next is archery.

  Su Qiao, who has a strong soul and high martial arts, wins at will.

  Everyone saw her riding on a galloping horse, and she didn't even take aim, so she shot at random with an arrow and hit the whip and the red heart.

   is simply a hundred steps through Yang.

  Mu Qi'er's face was so unreadable, she turned around and kicked off with anger.

  Su Qiao won. After returning to the starting point, there was a cheer, including many people from Saibei.

  The children on the grassland are the most outspoken.

  They admire powerful warriors.

  The General Su, who led troops to regain the northern part of the country, actually held a very high position in the hearts of the people of northern part.

  Now his daughters are so powerful, but they give birth to a heart of worship and awe.

  The ministers originally had some opinions on Su Qiao who easily agreed to the game, but this will only be left with a sigh.

   "Unexpectedly, General Su raised his daughter so well."

   "Yes, you deserve to be a general protector of the country."

  A fool's daughter can be cultivated so well, no wonder the tiger march can make all countries so jealous.

  The old emperor also smiled kindly: "What kind of reward does Xiao Qiao want?"

  Su Qiao's eyes rolled around, as if thinking of something delicious, he chuckled twice:

   "My lord, the pastries were delicious last time. Why don't you reward me with a few more plates of those pastries?"

  The old emperor smiled more and more kindly: "Haha, good."

   "Don't Xiao Qiao want anything else?"

   "Something else?"

  Su Qiao thought for a while, and shook his head very honestly: "There is nothing I want."

  I want a chair under your butt, but you will definitely not give it actively.

   "Then I will reward Xiao Qiao with more delicious food."

  Su Qiao politely gave a nondescript gift: "Well, thank you, the emperor, I am going back to eat barbecue."

   "Okay, let's go." The old emperor knew that she loved to eat, so he didn't stop her again.

  Su Qiao happily went straight to Duanmuhan, and when passing by Su Yan, he glanced at her contemptuously.

  Su Yan's face was ugly to the extreme.

  She didn’t expect that Su Qiao’s riding and shooting was so powerful, as well as light work, so her heart hurts for a while.

  After the banquet, Su Qiao did not go out again and concentrated on developing antidote.

  Until I returned to Beijing, it was finally successfully developed.

  Before that, she also injected the poisonous blood forced by Duanmuhan into the body of the little rabbit. After doing some experiments, she dared to help Duanmuhan to expel the poison after she was sure that there was nothing wrong.

  The detoxification time is chosen in the dead of night. One is to be afraid of being disturbed, and the other is that Duanmuhan has detoxified and cannot be known.

  Shibei arranged hundreds of dark guards to quietly guard around the house, and did not dare to let a fly in.

  In the room, several large buckets of hot water have been prepared, and Su Qiao has dripped different amounts of spiritual springs in it.

  This is for Duanmuhan to warm the body after preparing to detoxify.

  Under the candlelight, Su Qiao held a thin and long silver needle in his hand: "Are you afraid?"

  "Qiaoqiao is here, don’t be afraid."

  Duanmuhan dressed in a shirt, sitting on a stool, with a calm expression on his face.

   "It will hurt a bit."

   "Qiao Qiao will not hurt anymore." Duan Muhan held her waist with pride.

  (End of this chapter)