Time is slow

   Chapter 655 Drunk

  Shao Mingyuan returned to the champion's mansion, walking in the empty house, as if a big rock was pressed against his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.

   He turned out to be the son of Marquis Zhenyuan. The Marquis Zhenyuan, whom many people regretted or avoided when they mentioned it, was his real father.

  Mingkang five years ago, when he chatted with Zhaozhao, he said many times that there were many secrets in this year, but he never thought that his life experience was the biggest secret.

   That year was no longer a spectator for him, but a real **** storm. Every trace of blood people smelled was the blood of his relatives.

  Shao Mingyuan walked to the pavilion, sat down on the stone bench, and instructed the guards who came over: "Bring me the wine."

   Although the personal guard didn't know what was going on, he could see that something was wrong with the general. In this case, he didn't dare to talk too much. He hurriedly went to the kitchen to get wine, thought about it, and put on a few plates of snacks.

   In February, it was cold in spring, and the food and drinks were quickly chilled when placed on the stone table in the pavilion.

   Those appetizers, Shao Mingyuan, didn't move his chopsticks, just poured wine cup by cup.

   The guards standing outside the pavilion looked at each other.

   General    Something is wrong!

   "Could it be that you quarreled with Miss Li?"

   "No way, our general and Miss Li have been doing well."

   "Then you stay here and accompany the general well, I'll go and invite Miss Li to come over."

  Qiao Zhao got the news and rushed to the champion mansion, and saw Shao Mingyuan sitting alone in the pavilion drinking boring wine at a glance.

   She frowned and walked quickly with her skirt up. Before she got to the pavilion, she could smell a strong smell of alcohol.

   Hearing the familiar footsteps, Shao Mingyuan turned his head, his eyes lit up instantly, and a gentle smile appeared: "Zhaozhao, you're here."

  Qiao Zhao nodded at the guards who brought her here, and the guards walked away, so she quickly walked into the pavilion and sat down beside Shao Mingyuan.

  Su's hand fell on the man's hand holding the jug, and the girl snorted: "Shao Tingquan, are you drinking?"

   Shao Mingyuan smiled: "You are not drinking because you are here."

  Qiao Zhao stared into Shao Mingyuan's eyes seriously.

   The other party had obviously drank a lot of wine before her future. There was water in her eyes, and the end of her eyes was slightly red. She looked a little less cold and self-confident, and more blush and heartbeat.

  Qiao Zhao has no time to think about it at the moment, his eyes are full of concern: "Tingquan, what happened?"

  The man suddenly leaned forward and took her into his arms.

   "Tingquan?" Qiao Zhao shouted softly.

The strong aroma of wine made her a little dazed, as if she couldn't even think clearly, so she pushed the man who was hugging her and sighed, "Didn't you tell me anything? You just promised my father. If you don't talk about it, be careful that your father-in-law will come to you for a drink and a chat."

The man pressed his chin against her hair, looked into the distance and said softly: "The military song should be sung with a ring of swords, and vowed to destroy Hunu and leave the Jade Pass. Only the battlefield will be killed for the country, why should the body be wrapped in horse leather? Zhaozhao, in fact, for our generals, Qingshan buried the bones is the best ending."

  Qiao Zhao trembled, raised his hand to cover Shao Mingyuan's mouth, but said nothing.

   Qingshan buried his bones and horse leather wrapped his body. If that day came, she would not stop him.

  Qiao Zhao held Shao Mingyuan tighter with his backhand.

   "Zhao Zhao—"

"Um?"

   "My father is the Marquis of Zhenyuan."

   A man's hoarse voice came from above, and Qiao Zhao was shocked and raised his head suddenly.

   "Isn't it surprising?" Shao Mingyuan smiled slowly, the strong aroma of alcohol swept across Qiao Zhao's face, causing peach blossoms to bloom on the girl's fair cheeks.

   "The Marquis of Zhenyuan who was born in Mingkang for five years?" Qiao Zhao asked slowly.

   Shao Mingyuan nodded lightly: "Yes, the Marquis of Zhenyuan who has been Mingkang for five years."

   After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and held Qiao Zhao motionless.

  Qiao Zhao opened his mouth, raised his hand and placed it lightly on Shao Mingyuan's back: "Tingquan, don't hold back when you feel uncomfortable. Come, I'll accompany you to drink."

  Shao Mingyuan reached out and lifted the jug, poured a small half glass and handed it to Zhaozhao: "I can drink more, you can only drink half a glass."

  Qiao Zhao raised his glass and touched Shao Mingyuan's glass: "Drink with you."

   Shao Mingyuan drank his glass and poured another glass of wine.

  Qiao Zhao didn't stop him, seeing that he drank no less than a dozen glasses in a row, he finally couldn't open his eyes and lay down on the stone table honestly.

   "Tingquan?" Qiao Zhao gently pushed Shao Mingyuan.

  Someone who was drunk reached out and took her over, put his head on her, and murmured, "Zhaozhao, I feel bad..."

  Qiao Zhao's eyes suddenly became wet.

   After getting along for so long, she understands this man, if he is not overwhelmed by the pain in his heart, he will not express the pain in his mouth.

   "It's okay, it's all over, I'll be with you in the future."

  Shao Mingyuan closed his eyes, the pain and anger in his heart seemed to have finally found an outlet, he grabbed the little warmth, followed by the feeling of overturning the river.

   Shao Mingyuan pushed Qiao Zhao away and rushed out of the pavilion to help the tree and vomit.

  Qiao Zhao hurried over and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

   After vomiting, Shao Mingyuan became more awake, hid his face to the side, and said bluntly, "Don't come here, it doesn't smell good."

  Qiao Zhao glanced at him: "What are you hiding? I haven't seen what you look like?"

  Shao Mingyuan opened his half-drunk eyes and asked dumbly, "Have you seen what it looks like?"

  Qiao Zhao looked at Shao Mingyuan suspiciously: "Shao Mingyuan, are you really drunk or fake?"

   "I, I want to rinse my mouth..." Shao Mingyuan staggered to the side.

  Qiao Zhao sighed: "Wait, I'll ask someone to bring you water, and I'll cook sober soup."

  Shao Mingyuan grabbed Qiao Zhao's hand: "Zhao Zhao, don't go—"

   "You're drunk, I'll cook sober soup and talk about it."

   Shao Mingyuan shook his head: "You don't have to drink the hangover soup, but don't leave anyway."

  Qiao Zhao was helpless, and finally had to compromise, supporting Shao Mingyuan back to the pavilion.

  It was funny, someone was obviously drunk, but still remembered not to smoke his daughter-in-law, sat far away from Qiao Zhao, and was afraid that she would leave, his eyes glued to her.

  Qiao Zhao had to call his personal guards to prepare the sober soup. When Shao Mingyuan was completely sober, it was already evening.

   "Sorry, I won't drink so much in the future." Before Qiao Zhao could speak, Shao Mingyuan voluntarily admitted his mistake.

   "Don't be sorry, drinking is also a way to reduce stress."

  If she was bored in her heart, she would rather he said it when he was drunk.

   "The meaning of the Marquis of Jing'an, will Lanshan guess your true identity and attack you?"

   Shao Mingyuan nodded.

Qiao Zhao's heart moved: "Tingquan, does this mean that the person who spread your identity as an outsider is not from Lanshan's faction, but let Lanshan notice you, and thus do something to you or even the Jing'an Houfu, is the other party. The ultimate goal?"

   "I think so too." Shao Mingyuan chuckled lightly, "The other party is really a good way, starting from the death of Xijiang Warrior, and advancing step by step, and finally attracting Lanshan to confront me, and I hid in the dark to watch the fire from the other side."

   "Then who is this person?"

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