Ji Qiao never thought that the prince who looked out of tune was a good person.

She went to the palace at night, and her father confessed his guilt behind. It's hard not to be suspicious of two things in tandem.

Maybe he didn't know that the man in black who had been exploring the palace day and night was her, but the sack of stones was enough for him to be sure of something.

However, what is the purpose of the tower to blockade the city with great fanfare? Bravado? Manifesting imperial power?

Ji Qiao's mind suddenly remembered that the young man was sitting in a wheelchair like a cat that day, and shook his head.

She just didn't think he was the kind of person who would do such a meaningless thing.

How can a person who is not even bothered to walk the road take a "detour"?

"Miss, if the slave and maid make a mistake, will you drive the slave away?"

A fleshy face suddenly appeared in front of Ji Qiao's eyes, and the big knife in her hand almost fell to the ground in fright.

After all, as soon as I thought of a heavenly and human posture, I was immediately pulled back to reality and saw some "cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods", no matter how I said it, it was not an easy thing for people to accept.

"What did you do again?"

Similar bitter meat tricks are staged almost every once in a while, and there is really nothing new to do.

Shortbread hung her head and whispered, "Tell me first, will you drive the slave away?"

Ji Qiao looked at her pitiful appearance and sighed: "Shortbread, you can eat the rations of three people since you were eight years old, take the wages of two people, and do what half a person can complete." I just really want to get rid of you, and I have to have a house to dare to use you. Tell me, did you break the teacup this time, or did you lose the calligraphy and painting?"

Shortbread shook her head: "No, slave, just chewed some tongues."

Chewing your tongue?

Ji Qiao lowered her head and continued to sharpen her big knife: "Do you usually chew less tongue?" Shall we have some fun while we go?"

Ji Qiao didn't walk away, but moved a few steps forward, "But this time, my tongue is chewy...... Seem... Maybe after a while......"

“… I told the master about you taking the sacrificial stone to fill the dog hole. She really didn't mean to say it, she really couldn't hold back when we chatted just now.

The knife in Ji Qiao's hand fell to the ground with a click, "Then my father... How's it going?"

She was answered by a sudden roar in the courtyard.

"Come on, people! The lord hanged himself!"

When Ji Qiao arrived in the main hall, Ji Chi had already drawn a thumb-thick hemp rope around his neck.

After seeing Ji Qiao, his expression became extremely excited, and he shouted with tears: "This time it's really not going to die, Qiao Qiao, take care of your mother for me."

After speaking, he jumped and tied a rope to the beam of the house, but his height was limited, and he tried several times without success.

Ji Qiao gestured appreciatively to the servants who were moving tables and chairs, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, watching his father toss intently.

She knows her father's character too well, and she likes to make trouble when she encounters something, but to put it bluntly, it's a little hypocritical.

But she didn't expect that today's Ji Chi was very hypocritical, and after finding out that the hanging was fruitless, she rushed directly against a wall.

Ji Qiao was frightened, and hurriedly rushed forward, "You are really here!" It's worth it, I'll just go to the palace in the evening. ”

"How big is it?! It's something left by the Holy Ancestor, it's a holy thing, you know? Are you going to get it again? ..... I'm still dead. As he said this, he struggled even harder, and it was difficult for Ji Qiao to call several servants to stop him.

Just as the commotion was raging, a warm voice sounded from the door: "I don't seem to have come at the right time."