Chapter 702 His Goodness

  Qiao Zhao was so painful that it was difficult to pronounce: "No need...it's night, I...I won't attract attention when I go back..."

   "Won't attract attention? Did you know that Li Guangshu is dead?"

  Qiao Zhao nodded lightly.

   "With Li Guangshu's death and your disappearance, the Li Mansion is already in chaos. I'm afraid few people close their eyes now. How can you meet people like this?"

Knowing that the girl in his arms is stubborn, Jiang Yuanchao patiently persuaded: "I'll take you to a safe place first to get medicine and change your clothes, and I'll send you back before dawn. Besides, you look so bruised and bruised that you suddenly let me go. The family sees, how can they stand it?"

  Qiao Zhao then nodded lightly: "I'm sorry."

  The carriage moved forward steadily in the dark, probably because of Jiang Yuanchao's instructions, the driver drove the carriage slowly and minimized the bumps of the body.

   Looking at the girl's pale and bloodless face, Jiang Yuanchao's heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, the more he squeezed it, the tighter it became.

  Why does the girl he likes suffer so much? Whether as a daughter of the Qiao family or the daughter of the Lai family, her suffering is far more than that of ordinary girls.

   "Does it hurt?" Jiang Yuanchao finally couldn't help asking.

   Hearing his gentle inquiry, Qiao Zhao, who was in his arms, was particularly uncomfortable.

   She always felt that they were people from two worlds, but there was always an intersection between life and death.

   "It doesn't hurt." Qiao Zhao closed his eyes, looking like he didn't have the energy to talk about it.

  Jiang Yuanchao was as careful as a hair, how could he not understand that this was Qiao Zhao's euphemistic resistance, he pulled the corners of his lips and laughed at himself, and stopped talking.

   He lowered his head and stared deeply at the girl in his arms.

   Her eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and picturesque, and gradually she has a stunning appearance, but it was never these things that attracted him.

   He loves to see her calm eyes, her calm smile, and even her alienation and alertness to him, because these are the looks of the girl Qiao he knew.

   Obviously he met her earlier than Shao Mingyuan. If he was the commander of Jinlinwei who was in power at that time, would they be different?

  Unfortunately, there is no if in this world, and he can't go back to the past.

   At this moment, Jiang Yuanchao suddenly hoped that time would stand still, so that he could deceive himself and say that he could hold his beloved girl in vain so silently together.

  The carriage stopped in front of a private house. This private house is not far from the Governor's Mansion. It was bought by Jiang Yuanchao when he moved out of Jiang Mansion. Compared with Jiang Mansion, which has many houses but no popularity, he prefers it here.

   "Give the girl the medicine carefully, and prepare a set of dresses similar to the girl's clothes." Jiang Yuanchao instructed the maid and waited under the porch outside the house.

   The exclamation of the servant girl came from the room, obviously she was frightened by seeing the scars on Qiao Zhao's body.

  Jiang Yuanchao was irritated when he heard the sound coming from inside, he wanted to go in and find out, but he had to endure it.

   "Sir—" Jiang He touched him at some point.

   "How is it over there?"

   "It's all cooked."

   "What about the two people who did it?" When he asked these words, Jiang Yuanchao sneered at the corner of his mouth, making Jiang He couldn't help shivering.

   "According to the instructions of the adults, the two people's tongues were cut and tied."

   "Cut them alive for a thousand knives for me, then chop them up and feed them to the dogs."

   "Yes." Jiang He secretly raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Yuanchao before asking, "Sir, is Miss Li okay?"

  Jiang Yuanchao glanced at him lightly: "So many words, do you also want to taste the taste of cutting your tongue?"

  Jiang He hurriedly picked up his tail: "My subordinates dare not!"

  Sir started to scare him again, and I was really tired of trying to scare him seven or eight times a day.

"roll!"

   "Yes, my subordinates rolled."

"and many more-"

   "Is there any other order from your lord?"

   "Tell them to keep your mouth shut."

"Yes!"

  Jiang Yuanchao withdrew his gaze and looked at the door. After a while, the door opened, and the maid came out with the blood-stained clothes.

"how is she?"

   The maid's face turned pale: "That girl is really tough, with dozens of welt marks all over her body, her back is swollen, and the old slave didn't say a word when she gave her medicine—"

   "Stop talking." Jiang Yuanchao interrupted the servant girl, "Go and prepare your clothes, remember, the colors and styles should be as close as possible."

   The servant girl looked embarrassed: "Sir, we don't have clothes that young girls can wear in our house."

   Jiang Yuan's face sank: "Call the two Jinlin guards and let them find a way!"

  Qiao Zhao's welts were mainly on the sides and back. She lay on the bed and could smell the clean scent of the newly washed mattress.

   Hearing the faint voice outside the house, Qiao Zhao gently closed his eyes.

   She could probably sleep for a while, she was too tired.

   When Qiao Zhao woke up again, he found himself in the carriage.

   "Lifu is still some distance away, you can sleep for a while." Jiang Yuanchao said warmly.

   It doesn't hurt when you fall asleep.

   Qiao Zhao smiled: "I won't sleep."

   Jiang Yuanchao was slightly startled.

   "What's the matter?" Qiao Zhao felt that his expression was a little strange.

   "Nothing." He thought she would never smile again to him.

  The carriage moved forward slowly, making a regular sound of the axles turning, and the inside of the carriage was silent for a while.

   "Actually, I'm curious about something." Jiang Yuanchao said suddenly.

  Qiao Zhao looked at him, his eyelashes trembled slightly, motioning him to continue.

   "Time and time again, he doesn't know where he is when you are in danger. What's so good about such a person as your husband?"

  Jiang Yuanchao was really curious, and what concealed his curiosity was a deep unwillingness.

  Why? Just because that person was born with a good background, he was born with what he had dreamed of all his life but dared not have? Even the person who destroyed the most precious thing with his own hands can find it again.

  Qiao Zhao looked at Jiang Yuanchao calmly, and when he saw that he asked seriously, he replied seriously: "In my heart, he is naturally very good, even if he is not by my side."

   She can now be sure that she is deeply in love with that man, and she feels so happy just thinking about him, which is really a wonderful and lucky thing.

   "Thousands of good things..." Muttering these four words, Jiang Yuan's face remained calm, but there was a pain in his heart, and he chuckled, "I hope you can always think like this."

   "Lord Jiang, this topic is inappropriate for us to discuss." Qiao Zhao closed his eyes slightly, showing an attitude of alienation.

  Jiang Yuanchao stared at her for a moment, looking away.

   The inside of the carriage was quiet again.

  Xingzi Hutong heard a rush of hooves, Shao Mingyuan got off his horse and kicked open the gate of the courtyard next to the Li House.

   "General—" Seeing the general unexpectedly, the two guards couldn't help but kneel down on one knee.

   The non-stop running around made Shao Mingyuan almost unsteady, but he couldn't take a breath and asked, "Is there something wrong with the third girl?"

   The two guards looked at each other, and one of them lowered his head and said, "General, the third girl is missing!"

   (end of this chapter)