Chapter 464 464: Work hard to complete KPI (forty-four) [Please vote for me]
"Madam, come down and have a rest first."
The young man quietly rubbed his waist that was sore from the jolt. And Butt, in order to avoid possible pursuit, he followed the escape route given by Mr. Yanan, but unexpectedly it was all a bumpy path. The carriage had no shock absorbers, and after driving for a day and a night, my waist almost broke.
“Thank you, Xiaolang.”
The woman’s voice was tactful.
The child said in a milky voice: "Thank you, brother."
Jumping off the carriage, the young man reached out to the woman and wanted to take the child: "Little lady Shen, let the boy hold her."
< br>The child obediently stretched out his hands and laid them on the boy's not-so-broad shoulders. He watched his mother-in-law take out a bag of dry food and water from the carriage compartment, and the three of them had a simple meal. The child sat on the boy's left arm, and his free right hand compared the map given by Yan An.
Said: "Follow this road for another three hours to reach the next place. Mr. Yan'an said that some money was buried there, which will be enough for our food and clothing in the next few years. Alas, Fortunately, I have money and enough dry food, otherwise I wouldn't be able to survive."
While he was talking, he realized that the woman looked pale, so he stopped talking - alas, he was still a little confused now. I don’t know why Mr. Yan’an fell in love with him and entrusted him with such an important family. Isn’t this troublesome?
What outsider doesn't know that he is Zheng Qiao's "male favorite"?
Because he resembles Zheng Qiao when he was young, he was pampered and pampered in various ways. Although he positions himself as a "filial son" in his heart, normal people think that he is in the same boat as Zheng Qiao. However, Mr. Yan'an took a different approach and asked for help from what outsiders regarded as "Ning Xing".
Isn’t this outrageous?
Absolutely outrageous.
At this time, the child in his arms asked: "What is brother thinking about?"
The young man said: "I miss you, daddy."
The child's dark eyes seemed to be filled with confusion.
What do you want her father to do?
The young man sighed, and the woman heard the movement and looked over.
He hesitated and asked: "The kid really doesn't understand, why is he a kid? It's not that the kid doesn't look down on himself, but the kid doesn't know many words and has no ability. He just has a skin... Is it because Zheng Qiao's "favorite" boy? ”
The young man didn't know why he suddenly lost his mind. Yan'an came to ask him to take care of his wife and daughter, and he agreed by mistake. When he came back to his senses, he wanted to slap himself twice - escorting them to leave Qianzhou and join their old friends. Not to mention the reaction of the country's leader Zheng Qiao to his betrayal, it was just a chaotic journey. He, a young man, took two women and children, and treated them well. Slaughter the fattened sheep.
Why did I put my great fortune and wealth aside to take a trip through this muddy water? Annoyed as he was, the young man had no intention of betraying the mother and daughter and sending them into Zheng Qiao's hands. Instead, we traveled parallel times, hurrying and taking our time, following the map.
Looking back and looking into the distance, I feel confused.
Leaving means giving up his wealth and stable life and stepping into the war and turmoil outside.
The future is uncertain, life and death are uncertain.
He now wanted to understand why it was him.
Are you familiar with Mr. Yanan?
"Although I admire Mr. Yan very much and appreciate his efforts for the people, this does not mean..."
He spoke for a long time but still ran out of words.
The woman thought for a long time and said: "Maybe it's because you and Zheng Qiao are similar in appearance but not in spirit. Zheng Qiao regards you as making up for his own 'past', but you and him are the same after all. Two people. You have a conscience, but his conscience is gone."
The young man half understood what he was saying.
The woman said: "Perhaps in Xingning's heart, you are the junior brother who still has a 'conscience', and you will not ignore death..."
The young man was speechless. Good guy, have you become the substitute for "Youth Zheng Qiao" in the hearts of these two brothers?
But immediately after, the woman’s next sentence eliminated all the dissatisfaction in his heart: "Zheng Qiao is hopeless, but you still have a future. If you continue to stay there, your future will be worrying. Maybe you can change to another place. There is still a chance to fight in the sky, and the future is promising."
Two people with similar looks have taken different paths. Zheng Qiao has walked all the way to the dark side. In front of him, this young man who looks exactly like Zheng Qiao still has a chance to fight for a bright future... These two are like "junior brothers" who have made different choices at a fork in the road.
This may be a bit of selfishness on the part of my husband.
The boy blushed at the words.
"What can I do? What can I do?"
It is not easy for a butcher's son to survive so long in this world, let alone talk about the future, which is too far away. As for a scribe like Mr. Yan'an, who can point out the world with a wave of his hand and play chess with the people, it is even more unthinkable.
The woman said: "The world is still uncertain, so why not?"
The young man blushed slightly and his eyes shyly averted.
Looking at this appearance, the woman felt pain in her heart again.
She and Zheng Qiao are classmates.
But she likes to stick to Yan'an, they are childhood sweethearts, and her friendship with Zheng Qiao is also because of Yan'an. She and Zheng Qiao don't have a close personal relationship. But no matter what, we spent a worry-free time studying together. Zheng Qiao also had a shy and naive appearance.
There is absolutely no going back. Her husband might not come back either.
Thinking of this, two lines of tears filled my eyes.
Before it rolled down to her cheek, her tender and warm hands wiped away the tears on one side, and said crisply: "Mom, don't cry."
"Yes!" The woman gritted her teeth. , "Auntie won't cry."
Forcing the tears back with difficulty.
Seeing this, the young man sighed.
He didn't know what Yan'an was going to do. Looking at the other party's desperate attitude of entrusting his important wife and daughter to him, he thought it would be a narrow escape. Take a short rest and continue on the road while the night is still dark. Don’t take it lightly.
The sun sets over the empty forest, and the cold birds go to the deserted garden.
It is dusk, and the golden crow is sinking in the west.
The palace shrouded in night was unexpectedly quiet.
The only sound left in the air was the beeping sound of burning candles.
Zheng Qiao had a banquet with civil and military officials yesterday and had a carnival until the moon set and the stars began to set, and then the sky turned white. Then he fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was hazy outside the palace, and another day had been wasted. He rubbed his painful forehead and frowned, enduring the torture.
“Here comes——”
I called out, but no one in the hall answered.
"Here comes! Are they all dead?"
He couldn't contain his anger.
Still no answer.
Zheng Qiao opened his eyes and stood up.
It was then that I realized that the palace was eerily empty and quiet. Not to mention the breathing of the palace maid, there was no one else here except himself. Zheng Qiao was keenly aware that something was wrong. He swept away the lazy and dazed look after a hangover, and his eyes were sharp and filled with murderous intent.
“Get out!”
There's something wrong with this space.
Someone did something.
After a while, a vague figure slowly approached the door of the palace. As the silhouette of the person gradually becomes clearer, you can also hear the jingle of the jade on the visitor's waist, and the hem of the clothes makes a pleasant sound, like music. It wasn't until the figure got closer that he could see it clearly.
Zheng Qiao remembered the last time he met Yanan. He was very thin, his clothes were empty on his body, his face was haggard, his appearance was obviously sick, and his hair was gray. This is a sign of aging, and it also means decline for scribes who have the power to protect themselves.
More than twenty years old.
Where is the banquet in front of me?
The body is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Three thousand green hairs, handsome appearance.
Wearing a brocade scholar's shirt and wearing a familiar sword on his waist, his brows are full of youthful vigor and high spirits.
There is something wrong with this person too!
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Yan'an's bento has started to get hot.
Try to let him eat it within two chapters.
PS: Don’t worry about Zheng Qiao’s bento, wait until I finish sharpening Gong Xiqiu’s blade.
PPS: Song of Thorns, this tentacle monster, has opened a new book, Pounding the Ground (I haven’t even finished the book yet).
Let’s reluctantly give her an advertisement, huh.
"Song Tan Chronicles", this is the title of the book.
One sentence introduction: After traveling back from the world of cultivation, I returned to my hometown to farm and start a live broadcast to sell vegetables! (If you are too lazy to search, you can click on the link below to collect it, and let’s squat together.)
PPPS: Yan’an’s character has been determined since the appearance. It was true that he wanted to help save his junior brother, but it was also true that he had murderous intentions after being completely disappointed. Zheng Qiao knows this senior brother well and knows that he is not a person who pursues morally in vain for personal feelings. He also knows that he cannot satisfy this senior brother, so the other party must have something fishy and test him again and again.
It sounds like nesting dolls...
But that’s roughly what it means.
PPPPS: If you are not a psychiatrist, you cannot save severely mentally ill patients.
(End of this chapter)