Her movements and expressions were very natural, and she couldn't see any acting gestures, so Zhao Kuo believed it and didn't continue to ask.

It's just that when his eyes touch her two crimson cherry lips, the picture of last night still pops up in his mind unconsciously.

Afraid that he would continue to think crankily, Zhao Kuo took the initiative to provoke a topic to distract himself.

"There is a temple fair outside the city today, do you want to go?"

Eating glutinous rice balls on the first day of the first lunar month, offering incense and worshipping the Buddha is a tradition that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Southern Qi Kingdom.

On this day, most people go to the temple fair and place incense sticks in front of the Bodhisattva, praying for the Bodhisattva's blessing for a smooth and healthy year.

Qiao Jinyu herself was not interested in visiting the temple fair and incense, but she wanted to put incense on the pillar for Zhao Kuo and ask the Bodhisattva to bless him from being injured in future battles, so she nodded.

"Well, let's go for a walk, I haven't been to a temple fair before."

"Okay, you sit down for a while, and I'll ask Uncle Zhao to prepare."

About a quarter of a quarter later, Steward Zhao went back and forth and said that everything was arranged.

When Qiao Jinyu followed Zhao Kuo to the door, there were two carriages parked outside the door, and Yan raised a curtain on a car behind.

"Kuo'er, Jinyu girl, get in the car, I'll go to Jing'an Temple with you today to make incense."

Yan wanted to go, but naturally no one stopped him, so Zhao Kuo and Qiao Jinyu got into a carriage in front, and the two cars drove away from the alley one after the other and headed for Jing'an Temple.

Jing'an Temple is a famous incense holy place, just three miles away from the south gate of Xinyang City, and is the first choice for the people of Xinyang City and nearby towns to pray for blessings.

In less than half an hour, the carriage stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Xiao Si and Xiao Quan carried the incense candles prepared by Steward Zhao, and the group began to climb the mountain.

Qiao Jinyu doesn't like to climb mountains, but fortunately, the mountain where Jing'an Temple is located is not high or steep, but in two quarters of an hour, the group climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Lao Zhao, quickly bring me the incense."

As soon as she entered the mountain gate of the temple, Yan couldn't wait to ask Steward Zhao to bring her incense.

lest it be too late, there will be no place for her incense to be planted, and the Bodhisattva will not be able to hear her prayers.

Steward Zhao handed her the incense candle, and she hurriedly squeezed into the crowd, found a place to light the candle, and then ran into the temple hall, found the futon and knelt down.

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, I beg you to bless my son with peace for the rest of his life, and bless my daughter-in-law to be able to spread the branches and leaves for my son as soon as possible, regardless of my grandchildren, I like them all."

Qiao Jinyu was not in such a hurry, and followed Zhao Kuo slowly and leisurely behind.

There are few people in Xinyang City who don't know Zhao Kuo, everyone knows that because of his bloody killing on the battlefield, there is peace in Xinyang, and everyone is in awe of him as half a god in their hearts.

So, along the way, people kept greeting Zhao Kuo, although Zhao Kuo didn't like to talk, he was also very patient and nodded his head as a reply.

When the two of them missed, the people couldn't help but gather together curiously.

"Hey, who's that girl next to the general? I look good-looking. ”

"In my opinion, eighty percent is the general's sweetheart, do you think he is a good match when the two of them stand together?"

"It's really a good match, alas, the general's lifelong event has finally come to an end, it's really gratifying to think about."

Zhao Kuo's ears are excellent, and he listened to the discussion behind him word for word.

He looked down, looked at the slender hand that was no more than two inches away from him, and raised his hand to hold it firmly.

"Let's go, hurry up a little, otherwise my mother will be in a hurry."

Qiao Jinyu's heart seemed to be struck by lightning, and she was so surprised.

Her General Zhao actually held her hand in front of so many people?

This is what the cold and solemn General Zhao of her family would do?