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464: Work hard to complete KPI (forty-four) [asking for monthly votes]

 "Madam, come down and have a rest first."

The young man quietly rubbed his waist and buttocks that were sore from the jolt. In order to avoid possible pursuit, he followed the escape route given by Mr. Yan'an, but he didn't expect that it was all a bumpy path. The carriage did not have a shock absorber, and driving all day and night, his waist

It almost broke.

"Thank you, Xiaolang."

The woman's voice was gentle.

The childish voice said: "Thank you, brother."

After jumping off the carriage, the young man reached out to the woman to take over the child: "My dear lady, please let me hold her."

The child obediently stretched out his hands and laid them on the boy's shoulders, which were not very broad. He watched his mother take out the dry food and water bag 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

Check the map given by Yan'an.

Said: "Follow this road for another three hours and you will reach the next place. Mr. Yan'an said that he buried some money there, which will be enough for our food and clothing in the next few years. Fortunately, we have money and enough dry food.

, otherwise how can we live?"

As he was talking, he realized that the woman was pale, so he decided to stop the topic - well, 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 noisy?

What outsider doesn't know that he is Zheng Qiao's "male favorite"?

Because he resembled Zheng Qiao when he was young, he was pampered and pampered in all kinds of ways. Although he regarded himself as a "filial son" in his heart, normal people thought that he and Zheng Qiao were in the same boat. Mr. Yan'an, however, took a different approach and sought the "filial son" in the eyes of outsiders.

"Ning Xing" helped.

Isn’t this outrageous?

Extremely outrageous.

At this time, the child in his arms asked: "What is brother thinking about?"

The young man said: "I miss you daddy."

The childish black eyes seemed filled with confusion.

What does she want her father to do?

The young man sighed, and the woman heard the movement and looked over.

He hesitated and asked: "I really don't understand, why is it a kid? It's not that the kid doesn't look down on him, but the kid doesn't know many words, and he doesn't have much ability. He only has a skin... Could it be because Zheng Qiao 'favors' the kid?

?”

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 out of Qianzhou and joining their old friends, not to mention

How did the country's leader Zheng Qiao react to his betrayal? It was just a chaotic journey, and he was a young man with two women and children, ready to be slaughtered.

Why did I risk my great fortune and wealth to take this troubled waters? I was annoyed, but the young man had no intention of betraying the mother and daughter and sending them into Zheng Qiao's hands. Instead, he kept going day after day, hurrying up and taking care of her.

Follow the map and hurry.

Looking back and looking into the distance, I feel confused.

Leaving means that he has to give up his wealth and stable life and step into the war and turmoil outside.

The future is uncertain and 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: "Perhaps it's because you and Zheng Qiao are similar in appearance but not in spirit. Zheng Qiao regards you as his own 'past' to make up for it, but you and him are two people after all. You have a conscience

, and his conscience is gone.”

The young man could only understand half of what he heard.

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, he has become the substitute of "Youth Zheng Qiao" in the hearts of these two senior 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. If you change places, you may still have a chance to fight against the sky."

, the future is promising.”

Two people with similar looks took different paths. Zheng Qiao went all the way to the dark side. In front of him, this boy who looked exactly like Zheng Qiao when he was young still had the opportunity to fight for a bright future... The two seemed to be making different choices at a fork in the road.

"junior brother".

This may be a bit of selfishness on the part of my husband.

The young man blushed at being told.

"Me? Can I?"

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 country with a wave of his hand and play the game of chess, it is even more difficult.

Dare to think.

The woman said: "The world is still uncertain, so why not?"

The young man blushed slightly, his eyes shyly evasive.

Seeing this, the woman felt pain in her heart again.

She and Zheng Qiao are classmates.

But she likes to stick to Yan'an, they were 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 anyway, they spent a worry-free time studying together. Zheng Qiao also used to be shy.

Innocent look.

There is absolutely no going back.

Her husband may not come back either.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes.

Before it rolled down to the cheek, a tender and warm hand wiped away the teardrops on one side, and said crisply: "Mom, don't cry."

"Yeah!" The woman gritted her teeth, "Mom, don't cry."

Difficulty forced the tears back.

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 probably had a narrow escape. He took a short rest and continued on the road while the night was still dark. He couldn't take it lightly.

The sun sets over the empty forest net, and the cold birds go to the deserted garden.

It's dusk, and the golden crow is sinking in the west.

The palace shrouded in darkness was unexpectedly quiet.

The only sound left in the air was the beeping sound of burning candles.

Yesterday, Zheng Qiao had a banquet with civil and military officials until the moon set and the stars began to set, and then he fell asleep and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was hazy outside the palace, and he had spent another day. He rubbed his painful forehead and twisted it tightly.

Eyebrow, I have endured this torture.

"Someone is coming——"

I called out, but no one in the hall answered.

"Come here! Are they all dead?"

He couldn't control his anger.

Still no one answered.

Zheng Qiao opened her eyes and stood up.

Only then did he realize 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 laziness and confusion after a hangover and sharpened his eyes.

Killing intent surges.

"get out!"

There's something wrong with this space.

Someone did something.

After a while, there was a vague figure slowly approaching at the entrance of the palace. As the figure gradually became clearer, you could still hear the jingle of jade on the visitor's waist, and the hem of his clothes made a sweet sound, like music. It was not until the figure got closer that he could see it clearly.

Zheng Qiao remembered that the last time he saw Yan'an, he was very thin, his clothes were empty, his face was haggard, his appearance was obviously sick, and his hair was gray. This was a sign of aging, and it also meant decline for a scribe who had a literary spirit to protect his body.

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 black hair, handsome appearance.

Wearing a brocade Confucian shirt and wearing a familiar sword on his waist, his brows are full of youthful vigor and high-spiritedness.

There’s something wrong with this guy too!

------Digression-----

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Yan'an's bento has started to heat up.

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, Punch the Ground (I haven’t even finished the book yet).

Just give her some advertising, 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 save it, and everyone can squat together.)

PPPS: Yan'an's character has been established since his appearance. It is true that he wants to help save his junior brother, but it is also true that he has murderous intentions after being completely disappointed. Zheng Qiao understands this senior brother and knows that he is not a person who pursues morally and morally for the sake of personal feelings.

People know that they cannot satisfy this senior brother, so the other party must have something fishy and try again and again.

It sounds like they are playing nesting dolls on each other...

But that’s roughly what it means.

PPPPS: If you are not a psychiatrist, you cannot save severely mentally ill patients.


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