Chapter 452: Going to the Soup
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Su Jinmo's room is informal and very atmospheric.
In addition to hanging some swords and military books on the wall, there is also a portrait of Su Peiyun.
It is conceivable how much Su Jinmo loves Su Peiyun.
Even Liyushu sighed again and again: "Alas, Uncle Huang, it's so touching, they are so pitiful, people who love each other so much have been broken up alive." β
Li Aotian looked at the painting on the wall with a heroic brow, and thought to himself, it is really a little woman's temperament, naΓ―ve.
The medicine Su Jinmo was poured with was very strong, and the dose was also very large, so he was still in a coma.
General Su looked at Su Jinmo with great distress, and sighed again and again: "This ......"
Li Aotian glanced at General Su lightly, stepped forward, and probed Su Jinmo's snort with his long fingers.
Seeing this scene, Li Yushu suddenly rushed over and asked in astonishment: "Uncle Huang, Vice General Su won't be dead, right?" β
Li Aotian looked at her deeply, speechless.
Then, he skillfully clicked twice on Su Jinmo's acupoint, and stood in front of the collapse waiting for him to wake up.
Moment.
Su Jinmo, who was sleeping on the bed, slowly opened his eyes, he raised his arm and kneaded his temples, something flashed in his mind, and he jumped up from the bed suddenly: "Peiyun, Peiyun......"
"......" couldn't see this scene from Yushu the most, covered his eyes, and looked at Su Jinmo through his fingers.
It's so uncomfortable.
On the contrary, Li Aotian was more indifferent and calmer: "No need to look for it, Su Peiyun is already married to Liang Gongzi." β
"What?" Su Jinmo's handsome face changed and changed, his eyes were full of despair, his body shook, and he looked at Li Aotian in shock, his lips were white, as if the blood had been drained at that moment: "How can this be, I don't know." β
Li Aotian's faint voice was a little cold: "You were given ecstasy by Mrs. Su and have been sleeping until now." β
"My mother ......" Su Jinmo was disappointed.
"Well, you don't have to look for Mrs. Su." Li Aotian didn't want to hide it, he felt that kind of behavior was very naΓ―ve, and a person should know everything: "Mrs. Su has been imprisoned in Dali Temple for sending someone to assassinate the emperor. β
"What?" The successive blows made Su Jinmo a little unbearable: "My mother is actually ......"
He glanced at Liyushu in disbelief.
"That, I'm blessed with a great life." Separated from Yushu and explained a sentence between his fingers.
"Well, Mrs. Su's matter will be handed over to Dali Temple for the time being." Li Aotian knows how to make trade-offs, and knows which is more important, if it weren't for the guilt of Li Yushu, he would be too lazy to care about this kind of nosy: "Now let's talk about your affairs." β
"My business?" Su Jinmo seemed to be in a desperate situation, and he sneered: "What else can I do, she is already married." β
Li Yushu bit his lip guiltily.
If it weren't for her hesitation......
"This king asks you." There was a touch of coldness on Aotian's cold face: "Even if Su Peiyun becomes a wife, do you love her?" Is it acceptable to her? β
After all, few men can accept that their ladies are not clean.
Hearing this, Su Jinmo's dim eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope: "I love her, I love her, I can accept her, leave the prince, do you have a way to let Peiyun return to me?" β
"Yes, yes, yes." Liyushu interjected at the right time.
Hearing this, Li Aotian looked at her coldly and gave her a 'don't interject' look.
Liyushu pouted.
"Leaving the prince, if you can let me be with Peiyun, I will go to the soup and go to the fire." As he spoke, Su Jinmo knelt down, clasped his hands into fists, and looked at him gratefully.