Chapter 3215 Raised a Prince, or an Ancestor? (1)

"Little Si, where am I going? Also, this dung bucket... is it serious?"

Su Qiao was a little confused when she saw the simple wooden dung spoon in her hand and the dung bucket on the side.

He looked up and looked around with a bewildered face.

There are endless mountains, verdant forests, and rivers passing through the mountains.

This environment is not unfamiliar, but...

Su Qiao's gaze fell on the messy, shabby and shabby thatched cottages in the valley, and she couldn't help taking a deep breath.

What's more, there isn't even an adobe house, it's too poor, right?

[You can't be more serious than this, just recognize the reality, you are picking manure in a valley and watering the vegetable fields, and those thatched huts around are also real, not your illusion. 】

444 is a little gloating.

One foot in heaven, one foot in hell, probably refers to the host like this!

One moment ago, I was living in a spacious and bright villa with low-key decoration but luxurious, but the next moment I was in a poor valley with a dung spoon in my hand, watering the ground. Thinking about this scene is a bit exciting.

"..."

Su Qiao took a deep breath again, and as a result...

Mom, it stinks.

She finally managed to resist the urge to scream.

No wonder they say that without comparison, there is no harm.

In the past, it was the worst to have an adobe house, but this time it was amazing, and they all lived in thatched huts and sheds.

Throwing away the dung spoon in his hand, Su Qiao looked at the open space in the middle of the thatched hut.

There was a group of strong men wearing sleeveless jackets, shouting squatting and rowing, and it seemed that they were training.

There were many ordinary people in shabby clothes around, as if they were watching something lively.

"Who are those people?"

[To put it nicely, it is the insurgent army, to put it uglier, it is a group of refugees fleeing the famine. 】

[Small traders, shop assistants, farmers, local gangsters, everything, because there are so many powerful people in charge, everything still looks like that. 】

Su Qiao clicked his tongue twice: "It's really good."

They have all mixed into the ranks of the insurgent army. Will they have to fight with the imperial court next?

"Forget it, I'll find a place to sort out my memory first!"

With all the troubles in front of her, she was going to be quiet first.

444 habitually scanned the group and stopped her immediately.

[Wait, don't sort out your memory first, or stop your dog's mouth first, don't let him get into trouble! 】

"what's the situation?"

Su Qiao paused and squinted to look at the group of people again.

After patrolling for two laps, his eyes quickly fell on a thin and white man.

The reason why the target was determined so quickly is that this man gave her a familiar feeling, and the second is that among so many people, this man dressed differently.

He was wearing a gray Taoist uniform and a gray Taoist hat, and his appearance was very obvious.

Behind him, a middle-aged strong man in a black coat was eagerly pulling his sleeves and opened his mouth to say something.

However, Su Qiao didn't see the tongue from his hollow mouth.

Obviously, this man is dumb.

[You better hurry over, this guy is crazy, he is a prince, if he reveals his identity here, it is estimated that he will be stabbed alive by these people who hate the imperial court. 】

"Hurry up and tell me the situation."

Su Qiao ran away, urging Xiao Si as she ran.

[His name is Zhao Jingting, the twelve sons of today's faint-hearted emperor. He has a sick mind and was sent to a Taoist temple to recuperate. Later, when he fled from the wilderness, he met his father who was injured while hunting. He and the dumb guards sent the original father. When he came back, he joined the team. 】