Chapter 567

  Changting Post Road, snowflakes all over the sky.

  Qiao Mo raised his hand and took care of the cute fur ball on the snow fox fur cloak for Qiao Zhao, and said warmly: "This time the family revenge has been avenged, thanks to my sister running around, the elder brother is very ashamed."

In the wind and snow, Qiao Zhao smiled softly: "What is the big brother talking about, without the account book that big brother brought out desperately, I can only do nothing. Besides, our revenge is only half of our revenge, and there is still a big mountain that has not been leveled. "

   The mountain that Qiao Zhao was referring to was the Shoufu Lanshan Mountain.

In the case of   Xing Wuyang, Lanshan was reprimanded by Emperor Kang of Ming. In fact, he didn't hurt his bones at all, just fined him, which was nothing to Lanshan.

   But Qiao Zhao brothers and sisters knew that Lan Shan's crime was not as simple as recommending Xing Wuyang's oversight. At least Qiao Mo had a faint shadow of Lan Shan in his grandfather's family.

   Going deeper, Lan Shan is the biggest murderer behind the scenes. Only by killing him can the family feud be fully repaid.

   Both Qiao Zhao and Qiao Mo are well aware of this, but at the same time they also know that it is not a day's work to level the mountain of Lanshan, and it can only be done slowly.

   "Anyway, we have achieved a small goal for the time being, which is something to be happy about." The soap gauze covered Qiao Mo's face, making his voice sound more gentle in the wind and snow.

   "Brother is right."

   "Zhao Zhao—"

"Um?"

   "Let's dress brighter in the future. Big brother knows that you are filial to your parents, but you are now the daughter of the Li family. Dressing so plainly at a young age will make your elders unhappy."

   Qiao Zhao pursed his lips.

  Qiao Mo persuaded again: "Parents in the spirit of heaven know your intentions, the other is just a form, do you think eldest brother is right?"

  Qiao Zhao nodded: "I listen to the elder brother."

   Qiao Mo then looked at Shao Mingyuan, who was standing silently beside Qiao Zhao holding an umbrella for her.

   "Master Hou—"

   The young general in a white robe interrupted Qiao Mo's words with a smile: "My uncle called me Ming Yuan."

   Generally speaking, elders call their names, and their peers call their characters. Shao Mingyuan asks Qiao Mo to call his name, which shows his respect.

  Qiao Mo paused for a while, of course he wouldn't call the dignified Yipin Hou by his first name, but he felt ironed in his heart and said with a smile: "Tingquan, my sister will be handed over to you in the future, you have to take good care of her."

   In front of Qiao Mo, Shao Mingyuan shook Qiao Zhao's hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry, brother, I will take good care of Zhao Zhao and won't let her be wronged."

   His eyes fell on the place where the two of them were holding hands, and Qiao Mo suddenly felt a little unhappy again.

   He asked this kid to take care of his sister, but he didn't say that this kid can take advantage of his sister now!

As the eldest brother-in-law, Qiao Mo was very worried, he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, pretending to be casual and reminding: "Although you are engaged, Zhao Zhao is still young after all, so you should not meet too often, so as to avoid criticized."

  Shao Mingyuan let go of Qiao Zhao's hand, and repeatedly promised to be an honest and dutiful fiancé.

  Qiao Mo nodded with satisfaction, and changed the topic: "It's still too late, that girl is out of temper. I'm a little worried about leaving her alone in the Hou residence. Tingquan can take care of her for me."

   Shao Mingyuan naturally agreed.

  Qiao Mo was relieved, his eyes shifted between Qiao Zhao and Shao Mingyuan, and he said warmly, "It's freezing cold, you don't have to send it any more, go back quickly."

   "Brother, we'll come back when you're gone."

   "Okay then, I'll take a step first." Qiao Mo gave Qiao Zhao a deep look, nodded slightly at Shao Mingyuan, and got on the carriage with the **** of several personal guards specially dispatched by Shao Mingyuan.

  Qiao Zhao and Shao Mingyuan stood side by side until the shadow of the carriage disappeared. Shao Mingyuan took her hand and said with a smile, "Zhaozhao, let's go back too."

  Qiao Zhao glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "Who promised my elder brother that he would be honest just now?"

   Shao Mingyuan pulled Qiao Zhao into the carriage and said with a smile, "I'm very honest."

   Looking at the girl's slightly red nose from the cold and her little face as white as Xueyu, the man opened his arms: "Come here, I'll keep you warm."

  Qiao Zhao took off his cloak and hung it on the hook at the door of the carriage. He gave him a blank look: "It's so warm in the car, who wants you to do this—"

   Before he finished speaking, the end sound turned into a soft exclamation, and the whole person was pulled into a spacious and strong chest.

   "Shao Mingyuan!" Qiao Zhao thumped him.

  The man grabbed the girl's hand and said with a low smile, "Stop beating, be careful of the hand."

   "Then let go." The other party's firm and tight chest was tightly pressed against her, Qiao Zhao's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and he pressed his hand against his chest to try to distance himself, but found that he couldn't move at all.

   The man released his hand.

  Qiao Zhao let out a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to sit up straight, a shadow shrouded above, and the man's handsome face magnified in front of her eyes.

   The other's lips fell on hers, hot and sultry.

   "Shao Mingyuan—" Qiao Zhao was quite at a loss. He wanted to rebuke righteously, but he was afraid of being overheard by the sharp-eared and extraordinarily gossipy morning light. In the end, after the opponent's tongue attacked, he had to compromise and let him attack the city.

   seems to be because of the removal of the cold poison, the other party's body is no longer always cold, so hot as if it can set people on fire.

  Qiao Zhao only felt a stream of heat flowing in her body, which seemed to be satisfied, but also seemed to be empty. Her mind was blank because of the complicated feelings that she couldn't describe. Only countless fireworks were blooming, and finally even her fingertips trembled slightly.

   Gentle gasps echoed in the warm carriage.

  Qiao Zhao's body suddenly vacated the air, and when he regained his senses, Shao Mingyuan had already carried him and sat on top of him.

   This posture made Qiao Zhao's cheeks blush, and he hurriedly struggled: "Shao Mingyuan, put me down quickly."

   The voice he uttered was soft and soft, and even Qiao Zhao blushed when he heard it.

   A man's suppressed voice came from above his head: "Be good, don't talk."

  The man hugged her, quietly for a while, then silently carried her down and put her on his side, leaning against the wall of the car and exhaled softly.

  Qiao Zhao straightened his messy sideburns and glared at Shao Mingyuan.

   Shao Mingyuan showed a bright smile and asked softly, "Are you still afraid?"

   He knew that the girl in front of him was very strong, strong enough to watch the execution of the murderers of her parents with his own eyes.

   She looked calm, watching a person's head fall to the ground, the blood in the cavity flew out from the headless neck, splashing feet high.

   The people onlookers either cheered loudly, or exclaimed, and the young cried out in fright. The scene was noisy, only his girl was quiet from the beginning to the end, without even blinking an eye.

   But he also knew that his Zhao Zhao was actually very afraid.

   He saw that her hand was clenched tightly, the blue veins on the back of her hand were distinct, and it was shaking all the time.

   He couldn't bear to stop her persistence, but he felt sorry for her commitment.

   greeted the other party's gentle and bright eyes, Qiao Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

   Probably knowing that there will always be someone walking on the snowy road in the future, there is nothing to be afraid of.

   (end of this chapter)