Later, he learned the answer to this question.

Previously, he relied on the Shengui Art to enhance his visual and hearing, and saw the invisible scenes they had invisible. When the young men arrived at the Qiao family convoy, they had already sorted out their clothes and hairstyles halfway, and they all turned into creamy boys with powder coated faces.

Perhaps it was to cater to the aesthetic of men in charge of this era, the female guards of the Qiao family's convoy looked at them with a little expectation. Even Madam Qiao, who had never given a good face, showed an expression of appreciation.

Liu Ruohuan complained dissatisfiedly: "There are so many layers of rouge painted, and her skin is almost thicker than the wall. Do you think this looks good?"

Zixuan glared at him, "Men are the most jealous of their husbands. If you say this, be careful not to get married in the future."

Kikyo saw the two of them chuckling and covering their mouths and chuckled twice, and did not interrupt.

In the distance, Qiao Jingrou, surrounded by men, walked calmly and was indifferent to the compliments around her. She only showed a smile when she walked to the green ox cart.

This smile was like a flower blooming in the middle of the night, bright and full, and dazzling, which made the men who flocked around him stunned. He didn't dare to believe that there was such a beautiful person in the world.

Only Liu Ruohuan knew in her heart that this smile was revealed to him.

But due to their identities at this time, the two sides did not communicate much, and Qiao Jingrou was about to get up and car.

"Miss Qiao, I am Ning Zhiyuan, the only son of the Nanning family in Beijing, and my mother is the Minister of the First-Class Office of the Ministry of Employees of the current dynasty."

The voice came from the pink-faced young actor. After a while, a man slowly walked out of the crowd. He raised his hand to Qiao Jingrou, looking very respectful of the other party's identity.

"The young master of the Ning family?" Qiao Jingrou was slightly stunned, then turned around and bowed, and asked with a deep eyebrows: "How come Mr. Ning is here? As Ling Zun, he should not let the young master run around, right?"

After Ning Zhiyuan showed up, Qiao Jingrou's attitude was significantly relieved. At this time, Kikyo seemed to be afraid that Liu Ruohuan would not understand, so she explained in a low voice.

"The Ning family is a famous big family in the capital. It has been the imperial craftsmen of the palace for generations. Since its completion and future renovation, it has been from this family. There is also the Lishui Pavilion that was burned a few days ago. The Tongtian Pavilion was also the work of the Ning family."

Zixuan looked back and snorted, "Sister, you can tell him this is useless. He stayed in Yiwei Mansion all his life, and he was afraid that he didn't even know what the tall buildings looked like."

In fact, Zixuan said these words. Taking into account the war, Yiwei Mansion has strict restrictions on the attics and buildings in the city. If it is too high, it will be hit by the siege equipment and the damage will be greatly increased.

But what Zixuan didn't know was that the night Lishui Pavilion was burned, someone else happened to be on the pavilion and witnessed the situation that night with his own eyes.

"That's right. My uncle at home has many restrictions on me. My friend in the suburbs of Beijing happened to tell me about Baidi City, so he went to Baidi City with them to join in the fun... But on the way, he encountered strong bandits on the way, and all the guards died in battle, so we were the only ones left."

When Ning Zhiyuan said this, tears seemed to shine in his eyes. He respectfully bowed his head to Qiao Jingrou and bowed his head and gave a big gift.

"If I hadn't met Miss Qiao, Ning and his friends would have probably become the toys for these bandits. This great kindness will never be forgotten."

Qiao Jingrou responded calmly, "Young Master Ning, you are just a group of incompetent bandits."

"Although we don't have many guards on this trip, it's not something that ordinary bandits can deal with. However, Miss Qiao showed her name as the Book Saint, and raised her hand and called such powerful bandits to ashes. We were so excited that we looked at it and admired them."

Liu Ruohuan almost vomited when she heard it. It was a pity for men in this era to be unable to become officials. With Ning Zhiyuan's eloquence, I am afraid that his future official career will be able to rise to the top.

And Qiao Jingrou also seemed to have encountered such a good man, and she seemed a little unbearable.

In a hurry, she wanted to finish these chores earlier, "Young Master Ning, don't worry, when you go to the next station, there will be a special message from the pigeon, and your parents will send someone to pick you up."

"Miss Qiao misunderstood what I mean. We are not worried about when we will go home, but we hope to walk with the Qiao family convoy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the young men in the group expressed their dissatisfaction first.

"Young Master Ning, don't drag us into the water. The guards have died before they reach the border between Bashu, and they are still some distance from Baidi City. I won't leave no matter what I say on this road."

This sound attracted a few words of agreement. When did most of the young men of aristocratic families see human blood and broken limbs?

When the guards died before, they had already scared their courage. If they continued, they were afraid that something new would happen.

Although Miss Qiao's family is a peerless beauty, compared to her own life, the latter is more important.

"My brothers, don't worry. The meaning of my conversation with Miss Qiao is my own expectations. I still hope to go to Baidi City to see contemporary celebrities."

Ning Zhiyuan said this and deliberately paused his tone and said, "What's more, don't forget the purpose of your visit to the land of Bashu."

As soon as these words were spoken, the young men around looked at each other, and then the people said as if they were blushing: "Since that's the case... we are willing to walk along with the Qiao Convoy..."

Ning Zhiyuan was approved, and there was endless pride in his eyes. He turned around and asked Qiao Jingrou, "Well, Miss Qiao, what do you think?"

After all, the head of the Qiao family is the head of all officials, and the Qiao family has also dominated the officialdom in all aspects for many years. In disguise, these official families are equivalent to the wings of the Qiao family.

After thinking about the pros and cons, Qiao Jingrou said, "Then let Madam Qiao arrange for you, Kikyo, go and tell Madam Qiao to come over, I'll get in the car and rest for a while."

"Yes, Miss."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at Liying who disappeared in front of him and smiled on his face.

However, after a moment, he noticed that there was a look in front of the ox cart watching him.

He raised his eyebrows and realized that he was an inconspicuous coachman. In the policy of being friendly to the Qiao team, he lowered his head slightly to signal, but who knew that the other party was a little disdainful and turned his head and covered his straw hat on his face, pretending to be dozing.

Ning Zhiyuan was ignited by anger and he condescends and salutes, but he didn't expect that the servant ignored him.

This kind of villain is really hateful...

When he becomes the male master of the Qiao family, he must know the dangers of this world.
Chapter completed!