Time is slow

   Chapter 703 Hate

   Shao Mingyuan only felt a thunderstorm exploded in his mind, blasting his body to pieces and destroying his spirit and soul.

   "General—" The two guards looked at Shao Mingyuan worriedly.

  The world doesn't know, but they know best how much the general cares about Miss Li.

  Shao Mingyuan quickly woke up and asked blankly, "Where's Chenguang? Let him come back to see me!"

   The morning light rushed over and knelt in front of Shao Mingyuan.

   "I don't want to waste time listening to unimportant things, tell me the current progress!"

   "I found a house with several corpses and traces of fighting—"

   Before Chenguang finished speaking, Shao Mingyuan grabbed his horse and rode away.

  The houses on both sides of the street were covered in darkness, like ghosts swiftly passing back, the cool wind blowing on Shao Mingyuan's cheeks made his mind extremely clear.

  There are traces of fighting, which means that another group of people mixed in and took Zhaozhao away, and who could find there and take Zhaozhao away in such a short time, he only thought of one: Jiang Yuanchao, the commander of Jinlin Guards.

  The sound of the wheels is from far to near, especially clear in this empty night.

   Shao Mingyuan pulled the reins and stopped in front of the carriage.

   "Sir, there is someone ahead." The driver turned his head and reported to Jiang Yuanchao.

  Jiang Yuanchao lifted the curtain of the car, and under the starlight, he could vaguely see that the person who came was wearing a silver armor, and the faint smell of blood floated in the direction where the person was parked.

   "Stop." Jiang Yuanchao ordered.

   The carriage stopped immediately.

   "Is Mr. Jiang inside?" the young man's low voice came.

In the carriage, Qiao Zhao suddenly widened his eyes and grabbed Jiang Yuanchao's shirt uncontrollably.

  Jiang Yuanchao looked down at her and sighed softly, "Don't worry."

   He gently put Qiao Zhao down, opened the door curtain and walked out, with a faint smile in the night: "I didn't expect to meet Hou Ye here at this time."

   "No, I'm here to look for Lord Jiang." Shao Mingyuan said these words and strode toward the carriage.

  Jiang Yuanchao reached out his hand to stop him, and the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Isn't the Marquis too anxious? This carriage is a private thing after all."

   Shao Mingyuan clenched his fists and pushed Jiang Yuanchao's hand away.

   Those who are against the enemy are all gone. For the current Shao Mingyuan, he doesn't care about gaffes, and he doesn't care about recklessness. He only needs to make sure of her safety.

  Jiang Yuanchao didn't expect Shao Mingyuan to act like this, and was pushed back and forth unexpectedly.

   Shao Mingyuan suddenly raised the door curtain.

   "Tingquan, I'm fine." Qiao Zhao smiled at him.

   At that moment, Shao Mingyuan felt alive and heard his heartbeat again.

   "Zhao Zhao—"

   "Master Hou, you'd better not touch her."

   Shao Mingyuan looked at Jiang Yuanchao.

   "She's injured all over her body now, so I'm afraid she can't stand your tossing." Jiang Yuanchao reminded lightly.

   Hearing Jiang Yuanchao say that Qiao Zhao was injured, Shao Mingyuan's expression changed and he suddenly looked at Qiao Zhao.

   "Let's talk when we get home." Qiao Zhao struggled to raise his hand and pulled Shao Mingyuan's hand.

   "Okay, let's go home." Shao Mingyuan gently picked Qiao Zhao up.

   "Master Hou, I've borrowed this car for you." Jiang Yuanchao glanced at Qiao Zhao and instructed the driver, "Send them to Xingzi Hutong."

   After saying this, Jiang Yuanchao clasped Shao Mingyuan and turned around and strode away.

   The vermilion back gradually blended into the night, as if it had never appeared before.

  The carriage moved slowly, and the two people in the carriage looked at each other.

   Shao Mingyuan stretched out his hand to touch Qiao Zhao's face, his hand was shaking all the time.

   "Zhao Zhao, I'm late. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

   "Shao Mingyuan, I have some pain—" Qiao Zhao moved slightly, his cheeks pressed against the other's cold silver armor, and tears flowed quietly down the corners of his eyes.

   "I'll take a look." Shao Mingyuan grabbed Qiao Zhao's hand and saw that her nails had turned purple and blue, her eyes were cracked, and big teardrops rolled down and landed on Qiao Zhao's face.

   Loyalty and righteousness, family and country, at this moment, Shao Mingyuan deeply hated himself.

   "Those bastards!" Every word Shao Mingyuan spit out seemed to be drenched in blood, causing him to die.

  How painful his Zhaozhao must be, he would rather have these pains fall on him thousands of times, and he doesn't want his beloved girl to suffer a little bit. But he was not there when she was suffering, and it was another man who was protecting her.

   "Damn me!" Shao Mingyuan slapped himself hard.

   "Why are you back?" Qiao Zhao moved his lips and his voice was inaudible.

   Shao Mingyuan lowered his head and kissed Qiao Zhao's brow, the stubble from his chin brushed against her tender cheeks: "When you're well, let's talk slowly."

   He reached out to lift Qiao Zhao's wide sleeves, Qiao Zhao shook his head: "Don't look."

   Shao Mingyuan pursed his thin lips tightly and lifted Qiao Zhao's sleeves firmly.

   The whip marks on the girl's snow-white arms were intertwined, and the blood was oozing high and swollen, making it unbearable to look directly.

   Shao Mingyuan closed her eyes, and after a while, forced herself to open again, and slowly lowered her sleeves.

   "Because of that string of beads?"

  Qiao Zhao nodded lightly.

   At this moment, Shao Mingyuan's eyes seemed to be brewing with violent storms, deep and cold, and the moonlight and wind were no longer the same as before.

   "Those people will regret it!" Shao Mingyuan uttered these words word by word, as if he had drained all his strength.

  It doesn't matter how those people are, but he regrets it and is afraid.

   He almost lost her again, and if that's the case, what's the point of what he's doing?

  While he was struggling to kill the enemy, his fiancée was suffering...

   "Tingquan, don't blame yourself." Qiao Zhaochong smiled at Shao Mingyuan, "It's not your fault..."

   Shao Mingyuan shook his head: "No, I'm your man, how could it not be my fault if I didn't protect you?"

   A burst of sweetness in his throat, Shao Mingyuan swallowed the hot blood that came up: "Zhao Zhao, we will get married when you are healed. I will not give you to anyone for protection."

   Seeing that Qiao Zhao didn't answer, Shao Mingyuan laughed at himself: "Zhaozhao, you can also think about it, someone like me is really not a qualified husband, you will suffer a lot with me."

"Fool."

"What did you say?"

   "I said you were a fool, don't I know what you said? I knew it when I married you that time."

   "Then let's get married immediately." Shao Mingyuan looked expectantly.

"I'm afraid not."

   Shao Mingyuan looked at Qiao Zhao silently, puzzled and apprehensive.

  Qiao Zhao sighed softly: "My second uncle is dead, so it's not good to have a wedding right away."

  Shao Mingyuan rushed back thousands of miles at night, and before he had time to ask the ins and outs of the matter, when he heard that Li Guangshu was dead, he couldn't help but be surprised.

  The carriage stopped, and the driver's voice came: "Master Hou, Xingzi Hutong has arrived, and the little ones will be delivered here."

   Shao Mingyuan got out of the car with Qiao Zhao in his arms and went straight to the Li House.

   (end of this chapter)