Chapter 464: 464: Efforts to complete the KPI (forty-four) [seeking month

Chapter 464 Chapter 464: Strive to complete KPI (forty-four) [seeking monthly ticket]

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

The young man quietly rubbed his sore waist and buttocks that were so bumpy. In order to avoid possible pursuit, he followed the escape route given by Mr. Yan An, who knew that the path was full of bumps. The carriage did not have a shock absorber, and the waist was almost broken after driving for a day and a night.

"Thank you Xiaolang."

The woman's voice is euphemistic.

The childish voice said: "Thank you brother."

Jumping off the carriage, the young man reached out to the woman, wanting to take the child: "Miss Shen, let the boy hold her."

The childish child obediently stretched out his hands and lay on the boy's not-so-broad shoulders, watching Auntie take out the dry food and water bag from the carriage, and the three of them had a simple meal. The boy sat on the boy's left arm, and his free right hand compared the map given by Yan An.

Said: "Walk along this road for another three hours to reach the next place. Mr. Yan'an said that there are some coils buried there, enough for our food and clothing for the next few years. Fortunately, there are silver and enough dry food , otherwise how would you live?"

As he was talking, he realized that the woman was pale, so he stopped the topic—oh, he is still a little confused now. I don't know why that Mr. Yan'an fell in love with him and entrusted such an important family to him. Isn't it troublesome?

Which 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 would think that he was in the same boat as Zheng Qiao. However, Mr. Yan'an took a slant and asked for help from "Ning Xing" in the eyes of outsiders.

Isn't that outrageous?

Outrageous.

At this moment, the childish boy in his arms asked, "What is brother thinking?"

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

The childish black eyes seemed to be full of puzzlement.

Why do you miss her father?

The boy sighed, the woman heard the movement and looked over.

He hesitated and asked: "The boy really doesn't understand, why is it the boy? It's not that the boy doesn't look down on me, but the boy doesn't know many words, and he doesn't have much skills. He just has a skin... Could it be because Zheng Qiao 'favored' the boy? "

The young man didn't know why he lost his head for a while, and Yan An came to ask him to take care of his wife and daughter, but he agreed by accident. When he came back to his senses, he wished he could slap himself twice—to **** them away from Ganzhou and go to their old friends, not to mention how the lord Zheng Qiao reacted to his betrayal, just because of the turmoil along the way, he was a young man with two women and children, ready to be slaughtered fat sheep.

Why do I put aside the great prosperity and wealth, and take this muddy water? Anxiety is all annoyance, but the young man did not intend to betray the mother and daughter and send them to Zheng Qiao. On the contrary, the sun and the sun are parallel, hurrying and hurrying according to the map.

Looking back, I feel confused.

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

The future is uncertain, and life and death are unpredictable.

He now wants to understand why it is him.

Do you know Mr. Yan An very well?

"Although the boy admires Mr. Yan and appreciates his efforts for the common people, it doesn't mean..."

He was still at a loss for words after talking for a long time.

The woman thought for a while, and said: "Maybe 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, but you and him are two people after all. You have a conscience , and his conscience is gone."

The young man half understood.

The woman said: "Perhaps in Xing Ning's heart, you are a junior with a 'conscience', and you won't die without saving..."

The young man was speechless. Good guy, I became a stand-in for "Zheng Qiao when I was young" in the hearts of this pair of seniors?

But immediately after, the woman's next sentence made him feel all dissatisfied: "Zheng Qiao is hopeless, but you still have a future. If you continue to stay there, the future is worrying. If you change places, you may still have a chance to fight the sky." , the future is boundless."

Two people with the same appearance, took different paths. Zheng Qiao went all the way to the dark, and the boy in front of him, who resembled Zheng Qiao when he was young, still has the opportunity to fight for a bright future... These two are like "junior brothers" who make different choices at a fork in the road.

This may be a little selfishness of my husband.

The boy blushed at the words.

"Me? Can I?"

It's not easy for a butcher's son to live so big in this world, let alone talk about the future, it's too far away. As for a scribe like Mr. Yan An, pointing at the country with a wave of his hand, the common people are playing chess, I dare not even think about it.

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

The boy blushed slightly, his eyes dodged shyly.

The woman felt another pain in her heart when she saw this appearance.

She and Zheng Qiao are classmates.

Can't go back at all.

Her husband may not come back either.

Thinking of this, two lines of hot tears welled up in the eyes.

Before it rolled down to the cheek, the tender and warm little hand wiped away one teardrop, and said crisply: "Aniang, don't cry."

"Hmm!" The woman gritted her teeth, "Don't cry, Auntie."

Difficult to force back the tears.

The boy sighed when he saw this situation.

He didn't know what Yan An was going to do, and seeing 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 before the night gets dark. You can't take it lightly.

Empty forest and net sunset, cold birds go to the barren garden.

The dusk is dark, and the gold is sinking.

The palace under the darkness of night was surprisingly quiet.

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

Zheng Qiao had a feast and revelry with civil and military officials yesterday until the moon was setting and the stars were sinking, and the sky turned white before falling asleep. When he woke up again, the outside of the hall was hazy, and another day wasted. He rubbed his painfully swollen forehead, frowned tightly, and endured the torture.

"Come here—"

called out, but no one answered in the hall.

"Come here! Are they all dead!"

He couldn't hold back his anger.

Still no answer.

Zheng Qiao opened her eyes and got up.

Only then did he realize that the hall was eerily empty and quiet, not to mention the breathing of the palace attendant, except for himself, there was no other sound here. Zheng Qiao keenly sensed something was wrong, swept away the hangover laziness and staring, her eyes were sharp and murderous.

"get out!"

Something is wrong with this space.

Someone did something wrong.

After a while, a figure approached slowly at the gate of the hall. As the silhouette of the person gradually became clear, one could still hear the jingling of the jade pendant on the waist of the visitor, and the pleasant light sound of the hem of the clothes, like a movement. It wasn't until the figure got close that I could see it clearly.

Zheng Qiao remembered the last time she saw Yan An, she was very thin, with empty clothes on her body, haggard face, obvious sickness, and gray hair. This is a sign of aging, and it also means decline for a scribe who has a good body.

Older than twenty years old.

Where is Yan An in front of you?

The body is tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Three thousand black silk, handsome appearance.

Wearing a brocade Confucian shirt, wearing a familiar saber around his waist, his brows are full of youthful vigor and high spirits.

This person is not right!

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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 sharpen Gong Xichou’s blade.

PPS: Song of Thorns, the tentacle monster, has opened a new book again.

Reluctantly give her an advertisement to promote her, hum.

"Song Tan Jishi", this is the title of the book.

One-sentence introduction: After traveling back from the world of cultivation, I went back to my hometown to farm and open a live broadcast to sell vegetables! (If you are too lazy to search, you can click the link below to collect, and everyone squats together.)

PPPS: The character design of Yan An has been determined since the appearance. It was true that he wanted to help save his junior, but it was also true that he became murderous after being completely disappointed. Zheng Qiao knew this senior brother well, knew that he was not a person who pursued morality in vain for personal feelings, and knew that he could not satisfy this senior brother, so the other party must be tricky, so he tried again and again.

Sounds like nesting dolls...

But that’s roughly what it means.

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

(end of this chapter)

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