Time is slow

   Chapter 387 Tofu Xishi

   Chi Can's remarks made Shao Mingyuan very embarrassed, and he couldn't help but glance at the carriage that was parked quietly not far away.

   He also felt that the relationship was a bit messy, or that one day he should discuss this issue with Zhaozhao.

  Thinking of this, the young general quickly denied it.

   If it doesn't work, if Zhaozhao refuses him with this reason, he will cry without tears.

  The village chief came panting: "A few distinguished guests have come from afar—hey, are you the young master who came a few months ago?"

   The village chief recognized Chi Can halfway through his words.

  There is no other reason, the man's appearance is so outstanding that the young man in front of him has never seen it in his life.

  Chi Can nodded slightly: "The village chief has a good memory."

  The village chief glanced behind Chi Can, and he was quite shocked by the dozen or so tall and straight young men.

   "I don't know what you are doing here this time, son?" The village chief still remembers clearly that when a few young people came a few months ago, this young man with the most outstanding appearance was the leader.

  Chi Can pointed at Shao Mingyuan: "It's my friend who came here to pay homage to Qiao's family."

  The village head hurriedly looked at Shao Mingyuan.

   The young man in front of him is tall, standing like a pine, and looks like a gentle and jade-like noble boy, but the aura he inadvertently reveals is not to be underestimated.

   Shao Mingyuan bowed his head to the village chief: "This is the uncle of the Qiao family."

  The village head was shocked: "Miss Qiao Er is not yet ten years old, is she already married?"

  Shao Mingyuan: "…"

   He turned his head to look at the carriage, the curtains of the carriage were just lifted, and the girl in the carriage looked over without wavering.

   Shao Mingyuan felt a little guilty for no reason and smiled at Qiao Zhao.

  The girl immediately lowered the curtain.

   Shao Mingyuan lost his mind for a moment.

   Zhaozhao was probably angry after hearing the village chief's words?

   "Cough cough." Yang Houcheng coughed, "Could it be that the village chief is confused, how can a seven or eight-year-old girl get married? He is the husband of Miss Qiao."

   "Miss Qiao's husband?" The village chief was stunned, then shook his body, pointed at Shao Mingyuan and screamed, "Are you the champion of the Northern Expedition?"

  Qiao's parents and daughters married the most famous Beizheng General in Daliang, everyone in Baiyun Village knew about it.

   At the beginning of the year, the Qiao family was hit by a fire, and many villagers also sighed, wondering if the uncle of the Qiao family would take care of the remaining orphans of the Qiao family.

   Later, it was heard that the general of the Northern Expedition was named a marquis, and that Miss Qiao died in the north, and the villagers were left to be pitiful for the young master of the Qiao family.

   "It's down there."

  Shao Mingyuan's answer made the village head come back to his senses, he quickly retracted his hand, and said excitedly: "If you don't dislike it, go to my place for a cup of tea first."

   "Thanks to the village chief for that."

   "Your Majesty is very polite." The village chief said this, still feeling in a dream.

   The famous Beizheng General, who beat the Northern Qi Tartars to the bottom of his head, was so young, handsome, gentle and courteous, which is simply unimaginable, never imagined.

  God, he is also the one who entertained the champion!

   The group entered the gate of the village chief's house. Countless villagers stuck their heads out, and from time to time they held the gate of the village chief's house and asked, "Village chief, do you have enough stools?"

   "Village Chief, do you have enough teacups?"

   "Village Chief, do you have enough dishes and chopsticks?"

   "Village Chief, do you have enough people to eat?"

   The village chief was dumbfounded.

   These are all messed up questions!

   "It's enough, it's enough, you all go home quickly, what's the fun if you don't sleep at noon!" The village chief waved his hand and slammed the door mercilessly.

   "Let the distinguished guests laugh." The village chief wiped the sweat from his forehead and invited Shao Mingyuan and others into the main room to sit.

  Shao Mingyuan said straight to the point: "Village Chief, we are here to stay for a while. I wonder if there is any room in the village for us to stay?"

   "There are vacancies, but they are a bit broken. One is not bad, but—" the village chief hesitated.

   "The village chief has something to say, but it doesn't hurt to say it."

   "It's the house at the end of the village. It was originally owned by Tofu Xishi. Her house was renovated only two years ago, but that house is a murderous house. Tofu Xishi died in a large water tank in his yard at the beginning of the year."

  The beginning of the year?

   Upon hearing this, Shao Mingyuan and Qiao Zhao couldn't help looking at each other.

  The village chief then noticed Qiao Zhao, who had been sitting quietly behind the crowd, and his eyes flashed.

   Isn't this the little girl who came here with the best-looking son at the beginning of the year, why is she here again?

   Aware of the village chief's scrutiny, Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes, but his heart moved.

  The end of the village is the closest place to Xingzilin. Could the death of that bean curd Xi Shi have something to do with the fire in the Qiao family?

   She was about to ask when Shao Mingyuan had already said, "When did the Tofu Xishi that the village chief said pass away?"

   The village chief's face was not very good: "I remember this clearly, it was on February 26 this year."

   "Does the village chief remember so clearly about the villagers?" Chi Can asked lightly.

   The village chief sighed: "I may not remember other things so clearly, but the day when Tofu Xishi died, let alone me, the people in the village can't remember it."

   He looked around at everyone as he said, and finally his eyes fell on Shao Mingyuan, sighing: "Because the fire at Qiao's house happened that day!"

   Sure enough!

  Qiao Zhao's back was tense, and his lips were tightly pursed. Just as his thoughts were up and down, a big hand suddenly held her hand quietly.

  Qiao Zhao was taken aback, but fortunately, she didn't show it on her calm face, and she didn't need to look much to know who the big hand belonged to.

   She didn't want to be so sharp either, but she's been shaken by that big hand too many times these days, and she's really too familiar.

   Shao Mingyuan, this bastard, dared to shake her hand in front of so many people!

  Qiao Zhao gritted her teeth secretly, but didn't dare to move, she could only let the big dry and cool hand hold hers tightly.

  Fortunately, she was sitting behind Shao Mingyuan. Although someone's actions were bold, they would not be noticed by the square table and the big sleeves of the robe.

   While Qiao Zhao was annoyed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

   She doesn't ask for anything else now, just not to be discovered!

  Unexpectedly, Miss Qiao chose to be honest because she was afraid of being discovered, but her big hand was not honest, she pushed her hand away gently, and slid her long fingers across her palm.

   The palm of his hand was itchy, and Qiao Zhao subconsciously wanted to close his hands, but stopped.

   Shao Mingyuan is writing in the palm of her hand.

  Qiao Zhao closed his eyes slightly, feeling the direction of the strokes.

   He repeatedly wrote only one line: I will always be with you.

  It was a simple sentence, but at this special moment, a heat flowed slowly through Qiao Zhao's heart.

  When the bad luck came, did her parents think of her? Have you ever thought that if Shao Mingyuan was there, it wouldn't end like that?

  Shao Mingyuan, if only you were there at that time.

Unfortunately-

  Qiao Zhao's palms gradually turned cold, and he sighed in his heart.

   Sixth more.

   (end of this chapter)