Male God, a Little Su

Concubine Rong hated, gritted her teeth and muttered, "Fox spirit!!"

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This act, which amounted to blatant flirtation, was unsettling when one looked at the official seat on the side.

Su Jun no longer wanted to chat with his friends, and the hands under the table had long been clenched into fists.

In the end, they didn't know how this palace banquet ended.

As soon as he got home, Su Jing got out of the carriage, and he couldn't hold back when he entered the General's Mansion.

He's not that stupid when people talk a lot outside.

Su Jun and Su Muzhi were military generals, and they arrived a long time ago on horseback.

Su Jingzhi's eyes were red with anger, "Xiao Qinghe is too deceiving!! He called the little sister into the palace, is that what he did to her?"

Even if you don't like Xiaomei, you can't shame her in front of so many people, right?

Especially, where to put the people of their Su family?

They were still sitting under him, so he dared to treat the little sister like this. What if they were not there? How much hardship does the little sister have to endure? !

"Jingzhi, be careful!"

Su Jun glared at him and scolded in a deep voice.

"I'm being cautious! From ancient times to the present, which famous family has a good end? It's always been a bird's-eye, a rabbit's death and a dog's cooking! Father, brother, haven't you seen the clues from these things? What are you? Is it time to be so ignorant?"

Su Jingzhi pursed his lower lip and restrained his voice.

"If this goes on like this, Xiao Qinghe will use us sooner or later. At the palace banquet, in front of his father and eldest brother, he can treat the little sister like this, and let a woman who came out of nowhere ride onto her head. Go! You never thought about it, if the Su family is gone, what about the little sister?"

"Jingzhi, maybe things didn't turn out as you thought..." Su Muzhi said softly.

"Heh... Dad, do you think so too?" Su Jingzhi turned his head and stared at his father with red eyes.

Facing the questioning gaze, Su Jun wiped his face and leaned back into the chair.

The back, which has always been straight, has a slight curvature.

Seeing Su Jun's silence, Su Muzhi shook his head.

"Brother, what is the ancestral motto of our Su family?"

Su Jingzhi asked.

Su Muzhi said solemnly, "Defend the family and the country."

"What else?" Su Jingzhi continued to ask.

Su Muzhi lowered his eyes and did not answer.

Su Jingzhi sneered and continued: "The premise of protecting the family and the country is that the master we are loyal to should also believe in us. Don't forget, before the country, there is a family! I can don't want my life, but I can't Let the little sister suffer the slightest grievance in the palace!"

"Jingzhi, what do you want to do? Don't be impulsive!"

Su Muzhi took his arm, with a bit of distress and helplessness on his face, "We naturally feel sorry for the little sister, don't worry, I think the same as you on this matter. Tomorrow, I will ask my mother to ask for an order to see it. Look at the little girl."

"I know!"

Su Jingzhi shook off his hand, snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Anyway, I put my words here, in order to protect my home, if necessary, this country, I don't want it!"

Su Jun didn't speak from the beginning to the end. He lowered his head, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"King Zhi-"

When Su Jingzhi went out, he ignored Su Muzhi and pouted: "Tomorrow, since mother is going to see my little sister, I will go and pack up some silver notes for my mother to bring to my little sister. In the palace, just the moon silver, Enough for what?"

There are also the new head and face jewelry in the store, and let the mother bring them in for the little sister.

Thinking of this, Su Jingzhi's mood was much better.