Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 969 The Prince Regent’s Sweetheart (29)

  Xun Fengmu said with a face: "Master, I'm sorry, my subordinates... also forgot."

   is not his own woman, how could he...how could he notice this?

   But to make the master angry, it must be my fault.

  "Go and get ready. This king is going to refurbish her yard, and all the furniture, including the bed, will be replaced by this king."

  Never let Su Bowen's fool get ahead.

  Ye Jinghua forgot. She really wants to repair the yard and change the furniture. Su Baiwen, who has to hide in a palace, can’t do it at all.

   "Yes." Xun Feng originally wanted to say that he might as well bring people to the Tianxin Temple, but he didn't dare to export.

   "Remember, ask for the best."

  Xunfeng hesitated, "Master, it may take a day or two to get it right."

  Furniture needs to be measured and fit.

  And it’s better. It will take some time to get it from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

"ASAP."

  *

  The next day, from morning to evening, Su Qiao stayed in his room all the time except when he was out for dinner.

  Fortunately, the two court ladies and eunuchs who serve her now are people who understand the rules.

  Except for dinner time, she didn't take the initiative to greet them, so they didn't dare to woo her or enter her room at will.

  In order to quickly turn the medicinal materials into powder, Su Qiao also spent some points and bought a set of simple tools from the system mall.

  After a busy session, in the middle of the night, it was finally completed.

  Fortunately, her brother was careful and not only brought her the medicinal materials, but also brought her a lot of small white porcelain bottles.

  Su Qiao picked out a few useful bottles in the big embroidered bag tucked around her waist, and swept the others into a big box and hid them under the bed.

   Rubbed his dry eyes, sat down at the table, poured himself a glass of water.

   "Why my stupid brother hasn't come yet?"

  It’s not too early.

  Su Qiao turned his head and looked out the window.

  Haoyue is in the sky.

  I guess, it should be early morning, right?

  He comes at this time every time.

  【He seems to be looking for some friends, he seems to want to get a human skin mask, but he seems to have not found anyone yet. 】

"Oh."

  It's fine anyway.

  Su Qiao is not in a hurry.

   took out a porcelain bottle with a small label from the embroidered bag, poured some ointment onto the palm of his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and applied the ointment to the scars on his arms.

  The scars are shallow or deep, some have turned reddish brown, and some seem to be better after a short period of time, but they are still pink.

  444 is a little bit painful, [Then Su Yue and He Zhou are too ruthless, and they come to shed your blood every month. 】

  Bleeding doesn’t count, and it doesn’t matter if you just scatter some styptic powder every time.

  "My blood is really so special?"

  【Not everyone in Taoyao Valley is qualified to be a saint, your mother became a saint because of the inheritance of this special holy blood. 】

  After applying the scar ointment, Su Qiao saw that her silly brother hadn’t come yet, so she couldn’t sit still.

   took two small bottles out of the bedroom door.

  The fifteenth member of the Outhouse Vigil hurriedly got up from the small couch: "Master."

   "I'm fine, you go back to the house and tell them not to come out tonight."

  Su Qiao was afraid of scaring a few of them, so she sent them not to go out.

   "Yes." Although Fifteen felt strange, but respectfully stepped back.

   walked to the door, paused, and turned around again: "Please be careful, too."

  The master is the prince’s treasure.

When    came, the prince personally ordered that the master hurt a little, and they all would be tortured by Ling Chi.

   "Well, it's okay." Su Qiao waved her hand and let her go down.

  After sending the fifteenth vigil, Su Qiao walked out of the room and looked up at the night sky.

  What a good night.

  Suitable for dry point stimulation.

  (End of this chapter)