Chapter 3277 Raised a Prince, or an Ancestor? (63)

Zhao Jingting was very moved and hurriedly assured: "I see, I will definitely accept it."

"Miss, next time you go to the cliff to collect medicine, let me go."

Su Qiao originally wanted to wave his hand and say, "No need, I can do it", but thinking that he was always remembering 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 trust you to 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."

"Miss, my disease... Can this disease really be cured?" Zhao Jingting never thought that his own disease could be cured.

In such a situation, even the spectator said that he was afflicted with evil, and there was no rule.

Not to mention the others, who all think he's a lunatic.

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

"I eat pills, but can wine..."

Zhao Jingting looked at the wine jar she was holding in her arms, and the wine bug came up again. He swallowed unconsciously and scratched his chest. It was really itchy.

"No." Su Qiao interrupted his thoughts ruthlessly.

Zhao Jingting hurriedly stretched out three fingers to assure: "Just three mouthfuls a day, in the morning, afternoon, and evening, one meal at a time, is that alright?"

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

"I have to endure the discomfort. After I have endured this period of time, I will get used to it and you will not become addicted. Didn't you perform well a while ago?"

Now should be the moment of truth.

If you drink it now, it will fall short.

"Then... those two sips, just drink two sips."

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

"Ma'am, okay, just one bite, okay?"

Su Qiao, who was shaken to and fro, really couldn't do anything about him.

"I've really convinced you. You're young, how come you are so addicted to alcohol?"

She didn't eat wine balls a few days ago, and she thought she had successfully quit.

Although there was only one mouthful, Zhao Jingting was still a little happy.

You can't drink too much, but you can taste it every day.

"When I was young, I had a headache, and when I had a headache, I would drink alcohol. As a result, the more I drank it, the more addictive I became. If I didn't drink it, I felt sick all over, and the concentration of the alcohol I drank became higher and higher. When I was in Taoism, the devotees personally made wine for me to drink. "

"Does he just drink it like that?" Isn't that spectator kind to him? Don't you care about him?

"He wants to cure my disease, but his medical skills are limited, so he can only help me with one or two relief. Wine can make 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. Bandits on the mountain came to the Taoist temple to grab food. The temple master was chopped and injured, but he didn't survive it."

In fact, Guan Zhu is not too young, and he has been lingering on the sick bed for the past two years, and he will not be able to live for long. The arrival of those bandits only accelerated his death.

"Over in the capital, are you still going back?" Su Qiao never asked him this question, but just asked him today.

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

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

"If there is, we can go to him."

"I won't go back." Zhao Jingting shook his head with an indifferent expression: "There is nothing to go back."

Pretty much what Su Qiao expected.

"Then what are your plans next? Is there any place in particular you want to go?"

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