Time is slow

   Chapter 516 Antidote

   Five days later, Chenguang was able to get out of bed and move around.

   "Master Hou is leaving now?" Jiang Yuanchao stood in the courtyard, his eyes glanced at Qiao Zhao, and he looked at Shao Mingyuan with a half-smile.

   Shao Mingyuan raised his eyebrows calmly: "I have to trouble Master Jiang to give us a ride."

   Jiang Yuanchao glanced at Qiao Zhao, seemed to ask her, and seemed to say to Shao Mingyuan, "Does Jiang have a choice?"

   In the past few days, he would feel cramps in his abdomen from time to time, and he could be said to have tasted the taste of Qiri Duanchang San.

   "The boat is ready. Since the Marquis is going to leave, it's as early as possible."

   "Sir Jiang is very well prepared, thank you."

  The weather turned cold quietly, and there was a bleak scene on the riverside. Qiao Zhao and his party boarded the boat and left their temporary residence.

   All the way to the north, there are official boats intercepting and interrogating almost every few miles.

  Jiang Yuanchao couldn't help sneering: "Is this Hou Ye taking Jiang as a talisman?"

   Shao Mingyuan stood leaning on the railing, looking at the shimmering river with a slight smile: "Those who can do more work."

   "Master Hou admits his incompetence?" Jiang Yuanchao retorted.

   Shao Mingyuan smiled faintly: "This marquis never competes with others in terms of words."

  Jiang Yuanchao turned around to look at the surface of the river where the broken gold was sprinkled, and suddenly laughed: "Jiang is actually very curious, what kind of earth-shattering event did Lord Hou, make the whole Fudong shudder, such a strict inspection of passing ships."

  Shao Mingyuan retracted his gaze and looked at Jiang Yuanchao: "This marquis is also very curious, if Governor Jiang has something important, he will order Lord Jiang to sneak to Fudong quietly."

  Jiang Yuanchao knew that he couldn't ask anything, and when he saw Qiao Zhao coming over, he stopped talking.

   "It's time to eat." Qiao Zhao walked over and said.

   "What's for dinner tonight?" Shao Mingyuan asked with a smile.

   "I caught a few fish and made fish with green onions and fish soup."

  The two walked inward while talking and laughing, Jiang Yuanchao stood alone.

  Qiao Zhao took a few steps and turned around: "Why doesn't Master Jiang move?"

  Jiang Yuanchao fixedly looked at Qiao Zhao and pointed to his abdomen: "It hurts here, I don't want to eat."

  Qiao Zhao was silent for a moment, then raised his foot and walked over, took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to him: "It's not an antidote, but it can relieve the pain."

  Jiang Yuanchao held the porcelain vase that seemed to still have the girl's body temperature, and sighed, "Thank you."

  Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes, his attitude was cold and distant: "Master Jiang is very polite."

  Jiang Yuan moved his lips and asked what was going on. Since the unsightly person was always with Qiao Zhao these days, he had to give up and silently raise his heels.

  Dinner is very simple, grilled fish with a spring onion, a large pot of fish soup, and a plate of chopped capers.

   This situation is also irresponsible, and a few people sit around to eat.

  Shao Mingyuan carefully thorned the fish and put it into Qiao Zhao's bowl.

   Qiao Zhao smiled and gave him a bowl of fish soup.

  Jiang Yuanchao suddenly felt like chewing wax, put down his chopsticks, got up and went out, standing by the boat rail, blowing the river wind.

  Jiang Feng was cold, which made his mind clear, and he couldn't help but smile when he thought of leaving the table just now.

   Facing her, he seemed to lose his temper more and more.

   This kind of self-inflicted trouble, in the past, he sneered, but he would have such a day in Jiang Yuanchao.

   "Sir—" Jiang He came over at some point, leaned against the rail, and called out cautiously.

  Jiang Yuan looked sideways at him.

  Jiang He handed over a steamed bun: "Sir, aren't you full? This one is still hot."

  Jiang Yuanchao stared at the white and plump bun for a while, then reached out and took it, tearing it up and stuffing it into his mouth.

   He acted in a gentle manner, and a bun also tasted the taste of mountains and seas.

  Jiang He sighed: "Sir, you should not be picky about your food when you go out—"

  Jiang Yuanchao was moved by a bun, and he stretched his finger inside.

   Before he could speak, Jiang He said with a bitter face: "This subordinate knows, this subordinate will get out."

   His ears cleared, Jiang Yuanchao stared at the river in a trance, and heard footsteps not long after.

   He suddenly turned around and saw Shao Mingyuan, the excitement in his eyes sank involuntarily, and said lightly, "Have you eaten?"

   "I'm not a picky eater, I eat well."

   "Is that Hou Ye came to chat with Jiang?" Jiang Yuanchao turned his eyes.

   He really can't look at this guy more, he has the urge to hit someone, but he can't beat him, it's really embarrassing!

   "I want to tell Lord Jiang that the boat has to dock."

   "Huh?" Jiang Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise.

   Shao Mingyuan is very calm: "There are two personal guards here to meet me."

  Jiang Yuanchao stared deeply at Shao Mingyuan: "It's surprising that Lord Hou can keep in touch with his guards at any time."

   Shao Mingyuan smiled: "Master Jiang is not like this."

  The person at the helm was from Jiang Yuanchao. Under his orders, the boat quickly docked at the position designated by Shao Mingyuan.

  The night was cold and dew beside the river. Two young men in black clad in black carried each other on the boat. After a closer look, one of them was cradled by the other, with his head lowered, and he couldn't tell.

   "Yeluo, why are you?" Chenguang was surprised.

  Ye Luobufu gave a wink to Chenguang, and supported another guard and said, "General, Ye Feng is injured, and I will help him in to rest first."

  Jiang Yuanchao kept following Ye Luo with his eyes, until he helped another personal guard into the cabin, then he withdrew his gaze and said with a faint smile: "It seems that the Marquis is really doing something big."

   Seeing Shao Mingyuan's calm face, he suddenly curled his lips: "By the way, Xing Wuyang was stabbed and injured outside the gate of Fuxing City, is it from the handwriting of Hou Ye?"

   Shao Mingyuan and Jiang Yuanchao looked at each other, and their attitude was unrelenting: "The rumor of the plague in Fuxing City was spread by Mr. Jiang, right?"

  Jiang Yuanchao laughed, and in the early winter night, the man's low smile showed a bit of loneliness: "Without the turmoil of the people of Fuxing City, how could Lord Hou leave the city so smoothly?"

  Shao Mingyuan fixedly looked at Jiang Yuanchao, and there was a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth: "So, I would like to thank Lord Jiang for your help?"

  Jiang Yuanchao held the railing of the boat with both hands, his eyes seemed to be filled with cold starlight, and he said unhurriedly: "Master Hou really wants to thank you, and Jiang can also accept it. Could you ask Miss Li to give me the antidote earlier?"

   Shao Mingyuan rightfully refused: "I'm afraid this will not work, only Miss Li is my master, I can't be hers."

  Jiang Yuan twitched towards the corner of his mouth, turning his face black.

   This man was mad at him on purpose!

  In the tense atmosphere, two more days passed, and the ship had already left the territory of Fudong. The number of official ships inspected along the way suddenly decreased, and the attitude was not as serious as the previous encounter.

  Jiang Yuanchao walked up to Qiao Zhao, less than half a meter away from her, stretched out his hand and asked calmly, "Can you give it to me?"

  Qiao Zhao curved his lips and smiled: "No."

  Jiang Yuanchao's face turned pale, and he looked at Qiao Zhao.

   (end of this chapter)