Chapter 585 The Pavilion

   Loei House occupies a small area with only a small back garden.

   Shao Mingyuan saw the girl sitting in the garden pavilion at a glance.

   The girl turned her back to him, perhaps because of the New Year, she changed her usual sober dress, and wore a goose yellow jacket with embroidered ruyi patterns and a rouge red pleated skirt.

   Hearing footsteps, Qiao Zhao turned around.

  Shao Mingyuan strode over, sat down opposite the stone table, and naturally grabbed Qiao Zhao's hand to keep her warm: "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

  Qiao Zhao tilted his head to look at him: "Why wait for a long time, I am viewing flowers."

   "Then let's enjoy the flowers together."

   Not far away, a plum tree trembled in the wind.

   Shao Mingyuan looked at it carefully and said, "Uh, this wax plum blossoms really well."

  Qiao Zhao burst into a smile: "Okay, if you continue to talk reluctantly, Lamei will be embarrassed."

  Xifu is so big, it is no longer easy to have a small garden in this capital where land is expensive.

   "How are you doing these days?" Shao Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zhao intently.

   I always feel that I haven't seen each other for so long, but I have to make more efforts to marry Zhao Zhao this year, according to my father-in-law.

   "Of course it's good for the New Year."

   The direct murderer of Qiao's family has been subdued, the burn on her brother's face is hoped to be cured, the relatives of the Li family love her very much, and the marriage has been decided. This is probably the most relaxed time since the rebirth.

   "How about you, are you busy during Chinese New Year?"

  Shao Mingyuan smiled: "Fortunately, there is nothing to pay attention to in the New Year alone, it is just a bit deserted."

   "Anyone?" Qiao Zhao was slightly startled, looking at him with a bit of confusion.

   Shao Mingyuan smiled calmly: "Yes, alone."

  Qiao Zhao's heart turned back and forth, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "Mrs. Hou—"

   Shao Mingyuan squeezed her hand with more strength, and said with a chuckle, "Isn't my Madam Hou here?"

   "You know, I'm talking about Mrs. Jing'an Hou."

The man opposite    seemed to have thought of this question for a long time. Hearing that, he was silent for a while, and said, "She is not my biological mother."

  Qiao Zhao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he actually felt that way.

The man's indifferent voice sounded in his ears: "My father said that I was a waifuzi, just as old as the second son of the first mother. The second son of the first mother died of illness shortly after birth, so my father took me back to the mansion, and the second son of the first mother died of illness. The identity of the child grows up..."

   "So, Mrs. Hou knows?"

   Shao Mingyuan nodded: "Yes."

  Qiao Zhao was silent for a while.

   If so, the doubts she had raised during the suffocating days in Jing'an Hou's mansion could be explained.

   "Zhao Zhao."

"Um?"

   "Will you look down on my origin?"

   Qiao Zhao was stunned.

  The man held the girl's hand pitifully, with a sad expression on his face: "Wai Shizi is not as good as the son born in the Tongfang in the eyes of the world, and has no status at all. I don't think I am worthy of you."

   Qiao Zhao twitched the corners of his mouth. If he hadn't looked at someone with a sad face, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

  What does it mean to have no status at all? That's just the outer room under normal circumstances. The dignified champion is worried about this?

   "Don't think about—"

   The man lowered his head and rubbed the girl's palm with his cheek: "But what if it was spread out? My father-in-law, the gentleman, should despise me the most. Will you not let you marry me?"

   Well, Zhaozhao is soft-hearted, maybe he can take down his father-in-law.

  Qiao Zhao laughed dumbly: "How come, our marriage is settled."

   "In the eyes of your father-in-law, the one who is betrothed to you is the second son of the second son of the Marquis of Jing'an, not an outsider whose biological mother is unknown."

  Qiao Zhao opened his mouth: "Tingquan, don't worry about these."

  The young general rubbed his face in distress: "I can't help but worry, after all, my father-in-law is such an upright person. Zhaozhao, do you think I've lost weight again?"

  Qiao Zhao couldn't help but carefully looked at the man in front of him.

  Er, his face is fine, but his body seems to be lighter than when we met a few days ago.

   Shao Mingyuan nodded secretly: Well, it seems that the effect of wearing one less shirt today is still good.

Qiao Zhao raised his hand to straighten the collar for Shao Mingyuan, and said softly, "Don't think about it all day, thinking that Mrs. Hou suddenly bowed to the Buddha without asking the secular world. It was Lord Hou who talked to her, and the two reached an agreement, right? Lord Hou? The first one who doesn't want this secret to be exposed."

   "Zhaozhao—" The man's big hand covered the girl's hand, "You should marry sooner, I can feel at ease only if you marry sooner."

   "Isn't the wedding date negotiable with my parents?"

   "I see that your father-in-law and mother-in-law love you very much, and they will definitely listen to your opinion."

   The girl put her hand on the man's collar for a while, and lightly tapped his forefinger on his shoulder, she said with a smile that was not a smile: "Are you thin?"

   Shao Mingyuan blinked.

   "Really thin?" Qiao Zhao had already pinched his shirt with two fingers.

   Confession and leniency!

   At this moment, the young general Fuzhi flashed this thought in his mind, and coughed softly: "Maybe the clothes are thin."

  Qiao Zhao: "..." What about the cool and calm champion from the past?

   "Have you learned to use my sympathy?" Qiao Zhao squinted at Shao Mingyuan.

   Someone who was exposed on the spot who lied was like a big dog who made a mistake, with an honest face; "I know you feel bad for me."

   "Who cares about you? Stop being selfish!" Qiao Zhao patted the man's hand.

   If it wasn't for the fact that some guy's fox tail was showing too fast, she almost believed it just now.

   Shao Mingyuan cheekily grabbed Qiao Zhao's hand again, with dark eyes, and said with a smile, "Those three girls should sympathize with the self-willed Shao Mou and marry him sooner."

   The eyes of the other party were so bright that Qiao Zhao forgot to speak for a while.

   Not far away, Li Jiao stopped and stared in the direction of the pavilion.

   "Girl—" Xing'er urged timidly.

  Li Jiao glanced at Xing'er, but walked directly to the pavilion, before shouting with a smile, "Sanmei."

   Qiao Zhao and Shao Mingyuan looked over.

  Li Jiao bowed his knees to Shao Mingyuan: "I have seen the Marquis."

  Shao Mingyuan stopped laughing and nodded his head.

  Li Jiao couldn't help biting his lip.

Just now, she clearly saw Li San and the champion Hou Qingqing me and me. In her impression, the cold and noble champion Hou had a smile on his face like a spring breeze in March, and her heart softened. Why did she greet her in a serious manner but with a cold face Woolen cloth?

   Reizo is so good?

   "Is eldest sister going out?" Qiao Zhao asked lightly.

   In front of Shao Mingyuan, Li Jiao smiled softly: "Well, I'm going to pay New Year's greetings to my grandfather and grandmother."

   "Oh." Qiao Zhao nodded and stopped talking.

  Li Jiao paused for a moment, and finally felt embarrassed by no one paying attention, and gave Shao Mingyuan a little blessing, and then left with the maid.

   After a while, another maid came over to invite Shao Mingyuan to drink in front, and Shao Mingyuan had to stand up: "Zhaozhao, then I'll go over first."

  Qiao Zhao nodded, seeing that he was about to leave, he couldn't help pulling on his sleeve, and whispered, "Xiaoyi is ready, I'll have someone bring it to you, and see if it suits you."

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