General, please be a loyal minister!

The Sheriff's Mansion is in the center of the city, and the gates are not as high and grand as the rich places in the Central Plains, but it has a unique simplicity and solemnity unique to the frontier.

The guide walked through the courtyard and led Han Zhao all the way to the study.

At that time, there were already about [-] people in the study, except for one whom Han Zhao had met on the school grounds, the rest were all strangers—most of these people lived in the Naxian Hall.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yuan came, followed by an ordinary-looking young scribe.

Everyone got up to salute Zhou Yuan, Zhou Yuan stretched out his hand to avoid the salute: "Everyone, please sit down."

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Yuan began to state his intention to invite everyone: "I invite you here today to ask you to do me a favor."

"The sheriff just speaks out." One person answered.

The sheriff sighed, and said sadly: "Zhuojing's health has been poor, and she has been sick for many years, and the situation has worsened a while ago. After asking the doctor to see it, he learned that live peacocks need to be used as medicine. After several rounds, one South Vietnamese businessmen came here to do business and heard that it was a peacock, but we need to go to South Vietnam to meet it."

"Everyone also knows that the world has been in turmoil in the past two years, and bandits have been everywhere. It is really dangerous to travel such a long distance. But this matter is related to Zhuo Jing's life, so it is not unimportant. Because it is a private matter, it is difficult to mobilize the imperial army. Therefore, for Out of love between husband and wife, I have no choice but to invite you all."

"Who among you is willing to work this trip for Yuan, Yuan is willing to reward each of you with two hundred gold."

Nanyue and Liangzhou are thousands of miles apart, mysterious and treacherous, dangerous and unpredictable, not to mention there are several state capitals with different political stances in between.

Many of you here are exiled from all over the Central Plains. Although two hundred gold is not a small amount, it is not worth everyone's risk for it.

Staying in Liangzhou, although you can't earn merits, you will still be provided with good food and drink, right?

Sure enough, after Zhou Yuan finished speaking, only a few people responded, and the only person Han Zhao knew well replied, "The sheriff's words are polite, we are honored by the sheriff's kindness, and this is a duty."

After he finished speaking, another person responded: "I am also willing to work for the county guard."

The rest of the people were not so straightforward. After waiting for about ten breaths, three more people stood up.

Just when Zhou Yuan thought no one would stand up and was about to speak, Han Zhao stood up.He clasped his fists at Zhou Yuan, lowered his head slightly: "Zhao Yi is willing to go."

Seeing that it was Han Zhao, Zhou Yuan was taken aback, nodded and said "yes".

Then he greeted those who got up one by one: "Everyone is willing to take risks for Yuan, Yuan is very grateful, please go to the inner hall to discuss the rest."

After he finished speaking, he said to the rest of the people: "The rest of the righteous people please stay here. We have prepared a banquet and would like to have a banquet with you."

At night, the county guard's mansion is brightly lit, and there are staggered cups of wine.

The departure time is set for the day after tomorrow, and tonight's banquet can be regarded as a practice.

But the only pity is that the music is only played by a few dry old musicians, and it is not a ground-breaking good piece. Although Han Zhao does not know how to play the piano and play the fou, his appreciation of music is top-notch-it is all out of habit of.

Having seen the most extravagant scene in the heyday of the next dynasty, he lacked interest in attending such an ordinary banquet.

When the wine was full, Zhou Yuan raised his glass and stood up. He laughed loudly and said: "In ancient times, Lord Pingyuan had Mao Sui, Lord Xinling had Hou Ying, Lord Mengchang had Feng Xuan, Lord Chunshen had Zhu Ying; now I have the princes, and the four Is it different for a son to be a sage?"

Hearing this, Han Zhao had a delicate expression.

What does the fourth son do?To seek the world.

Zhou Yuan compares himself with the four princes, is he also interested in the world?Han Zhao felt more and more that this matter might be as he thought, and it was not that simple.

He was thinking like this, but he didn't show it on his face, and filled his glass with wine.

After speaking the generous words, Zhou Yuan held up the wine bottle: "This cup, I respect you all."

Everyone also toasted: "Respect the governor."

……

It was already very late when we returned home. Originally, the sheriff's mansion had offered to arrange a room for Han Zhao to rest in the mansion, but after thinking about it, he still refused.

Fortunately, he didn't rest at the Sheriff's Mansion, because as soon as he opened the door, he saw a dark figure under the eaves, it was Zhao Ji who was feeding mosquitoes in the dark.

Han Zhao joked, "Do you like mosquitoes very much? Do you want me to catch some and put them on your bed?"

Zhao Ji flattened his mouth and snorted coldly.

He waited for Han Zhao until midnight, but Han Zhao just said this when he came back.He asked angrily, "Where have you been?"

Han Zhao also felt that Zhao Ji was out of shape - dare to question Master's whereabouts?

He smiled unscrupulously and replied lightly: "Drink flower wine."

This answer made Zhao Ji's eyes widen in astonishment. He always thought that Han Zhao was a decent person.

He looked at Han Zhao to confirm the truth from Han Zhao's face, but the night was still and Han Zhao's expression was the same as usual, and he couldn't tell anything.

No negative answer could be read from Han Zhao's face, and Han Zhao felt more and more that what Han Zhao said was true.

After all, which normal man doesn't need this?All the way to Liangzhou, Han Zhao stayed with him for two months, and also held back for two months. Now it is normal to find a kiln/sister when I have time.

However, no matter how much he persuaded himself in his heart, Zhao Ji felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

When he walked up to Han Zhao, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol. He lowered his eyes to hide his anger, and said in a low voice, "I boiled water for Master."

Getting drunk, Han Zhao was not polite to Zhao Ji, and ordered, "Burn more, I want to take a bath." After saying that, he walked towards his room.

Zhao Ji pressed the corner of his mouth, watched Han Zhao's back return to the room, then turned his head and went to the kitchen.

But when he mixed the water and went to call Han Zhao, he found that Han Zhao had fallen asleep on the bed with his shoes on.

After closing his sharp eyes, his aura softened, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, followed by a straight nose bridge, and thin, bland lips.

Han Zhao seldom smiled in front of outsiders, so he looked very cold and cold, but Zhao Ji knew that his lips could be curved, and they looked good when they were curved.

He called Han Zhao softly twice but failed to wake Han Zhao up. Zhao Ji gave up his plan to wake him up and take a bath. He took off Han Zhao's shoes, leaned over and pulled the quilt to cover Han Zhao.

However, when it passed over Han Zhao's chest, he still couldn't resist leaning down to sniff Han Zhao's body—only the smell of alcohol, not makeup.

So, did Han Zhao find a woman who doesn't like Fen Dai, or is he lying to himself?

……

The next day, Han Zhao didn't get up until noon. He walked out of the room and stretched his waist in the sunlight. His slender arms and thin waist line formed a smooth arc.

He squinted his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the sun shining on his body, while looking at the lonely courtyard.

——It’s a little bit free. If you have time, plant two greengages. I don’t know if it’s a good life, but money shouldn’t be a problem. Doesn’t the prefect’s mansion still plant lotus?

Zhao Ji was helping Wei Yao prepare lunch next door. He probably heard the commotion here. He climbed up the wall and saw Han Zhao getting up, so he called out, "It's time to eat."

Throwing this sentence dryly, he jumped off the wall.

Han Zhao looked inexplicably at the place where Zhao Ji disappeared—did he mess with this kid?Why are you so angry?Didn't even call Master anymore?

But Zhao Ji was used to not being polite, and it was normal for him to forget to call him master, and he didn't take this detail to heart, so he went back to the house to get his coat, and went to Wei Yao's house.

In the afternoon, Han Zhao planned to buy some dry food as a gift for tomorrow's trip.

Zhao Ji wanted to follow Han Zhao when he heard that he was going to the streets. Han Zhao mercilessly tortured his soul three times: "Is the book warmed up? Is it written in big characters? How many moves will I teach you?"

Zhao Ji fell silent - he hasn't done any of them yet.

Han Zhao glanced at Zhao Ji with a half-smile, and walked away.

Zhao Ji wasn't there when he came home, and he didn't know where he went to play.

On the desk were the large characters he had finished writing, which looked like ghostly drawn symbols. Han Zhao checked them out, picked out the unqualified ones, pressed them in the center of the desk with a paperweight, and waited for Zhao Ji to come back for him to rewrite.

After thinking about it again, everything to be prepared is ready, and there is only one thing left——

Han Zhao knocked on the door of Wei Yao's house: "Miss Wei."

Wei Yao was surprised to see Han Zhao come to her, "What's the matter, brother Han?" It's not time for dinner yet.

Wei Yao invited Han Zhao to the main room and poured him a cup of tea.

Han Zhao didn't touch the cup of tea, and said straight to the point: "Recently, I have something to go out, probably for several months, alone, without Zhao Ji."

Wei Yao heard Han Zhao's implication, bent his eyes and smiled, "I'll take care of Zhao Ji."

Han Zhao took out an ingot of gold and handed it to Wei Yao: "You keep the money, treat it as his daily expenses, please help him buy anything he needs, and buy the rest. The girl keeps it by herself. Cheng, please take care of me."

He doesn't like to owe people, and it's even more worthless to owe people favors for such trivial matters. From the experience of being debt-collected, Wei Yao's financial situation is not rich, and he would not refuse this reward even if he thought about it.

Wei Yao was stunned for a moment, and instead of picking it up, he looked at Han Zhao with a smile and asked, "Brother Han, what do you mean by that?"

Seeing that Han Zhao didn't answer, Wei Yao continued: "Brother Ji is my favorite, that's why I take care of him. What does Brother Han look like when he gives me money?"

What Wei Yao said was that she took care of Zhao Ji because she liked Zhao Ji, not because of Han Zhao's face.Although there was a bit of angry talk in it, she and Zhao Ji were indeed compared to Han Zhaoshu who could only be seen at dinner.

However, Han Zhao, who knew that Wei Yaozai was Zhao Ji's future queen, felt a little strange when he heard this - this kid can really provoke people.

Han Zhao immediately changed his words and apologized, "Zhao didn't think about it, but please accept the money. After Zhao comes back, I will refund more and make up less."

Only then did Wei Yao accept the gold.

After entrusting Zhao Ji, Han Zhao got up to say goodbye, but when Wei Yao sent him out, he saw a child knocking on the door of his house.

Han Zhao stepped forward: "Who are you looking for?"

The boy seemed to have run a long way, and he was still out of breath when he spoke: "I'm looking for Brother Zhao's master."

——Zhao Ji is indeed a bit capable. They have only been here for a few days, and they have become acquainted with the children in the neighborhood, and they can even make them call him brother.

The child's anxious expression made Han Zhao feel uncomfortable, and he replied, "I am, what happened?"

The child pointed at the alley: "Brother Zhao...Brother Zhao got into a fight on West Street!"

What?Han Zhao's heart trembled, and he hurried to the West Market.

The author has something to say: Actually, in a certain sense, the plot only begins now.

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