General, please be a loyal minister!

The sound of rumbling carriages and horses came from the alley, approaching all the way.

This quiet alley has welcomed such luxurious carriages and horses for the first time since its completion.

The servant knocked on the courtyard door before the nobleman got out of the car.

It was Zhao Ji who came to open the door. It was beyond Han Zhao's expectation that he was at home at this time. This kid used to be unable to sit still except for meals.

He was stronger than when Han Zhao left more than a month ago, and he was no longer so thin, but he looked quite depressed, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

When the door rang, Zhao Ji was wondering who would come, and when he opened the door, he saw a luxurious car.

Whose car is this?He was determined not to know such a character.

Just when he was confused, Han Zhao who got off from the back turned to the front of the car and called out: "Zhao Ji!"

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, then he called out "Master" with a look of surprise and joy, he let go of the hand holding the door, and rushed towards Han Zhao without hesitation.

Han Zhao was caught off guard, and was plunged into his arms by Zhao Ji.

This impact was not small, and Han Zhao was almost hit by the shaft of the car. He hugged Zhao Ji and turned half a circle before releasing the force.

It was only after holding Han Zhao's waist tightly that Zhao Ji was sure it was not a hallucination. He buried his head in Han Zhao's arms, his eyes reddened.

Han Zhao was stunned for a moment, but did not push Zhao Ji away.

Forget it, for the sake of this kid doing his homework seriously during this time.

"Master!" Zhao Jilai was in Han Zhao's arms, calling Han Zhao excitedly and nostalgicly.

Before he left, the rift between him and Han Zhao seemed to have disappeared completely, leaving only thoughts and worries about each other.

Han Zhaoren let Zhao Ji hug him to vent his emotions, thinking about other things.

He found that he had only been away for three months, and the boy had reached his chin.

Speaking of which, Zhao Ji is almost thirteen.

Zhao Ji hugged her for a while, but still didn't let go. Han Zhao had no choice but to remind: "Let go when you're almost done, it's sticky like a little girl."

"Don't let him go!" Zhao Ji stubbornly rejected Han Zhao, with a clearly noticeable cry in his tone.

Sticky is sticky, and a little girl is a little girl. Does Han Zhao know how worried he is and how hard he is looking forward to it?

"They all said you were dead." Just this one sentence brought Zhao Ji an unspeakable grievance.

Although Han Zhao said that he was doing business, Zhao Ji found out the real reason for his departure shortly after he left—to go to Nanyue to work for the county magistrate.

Zhao Ji didn't know what they were doing, but just the name of Nanyue, which was far and remote, made Zhao Ji uneasy.

And this kind of worry reached its peak when the Li brothers and Yu Wenxun returned one after another, but Han Zhao was never seen.

The confessions of the Li brothers did not come out, but rumors about Han Zhao's death and rebellion began to spread.

Others said that except for the Li brothers and Yu Wenxun, everyone who went to South Vietnam died.

During these two nights, Zhao Ji would be awakened by nightmares.

He dreamed that Han Zhao had an accident and would never come back, and after experiencing a short period of happiness, he became a child who was loved by no one, alone and with nothing.

This future made Zhao Ji terrified.

Now that Han Zhao came back, thousands of worries were put to the ground, Zhao Ji's words were stuck in his throat, and tears flowed out like a gate.

This kind of thing, this kind of worry about losing Han Zhao, he didn't want to have a second time.

Feeling warm liquid seeping through his clothes, Han Zhao felt a strange emotion in his heart - no one cared about him like this for a long time.

But Han Zhao still remembered that outsiders were there, so he didn't show any emotion, and just said, "Stop crying, almost."

face?Zhao Ji finally realized that he needed to save face.So he wiped his face with his sleeve, raised his head and replied stubbornly: "I didn't cry."

Han Zhao looked at the tears on Zhao Ji's face: Well, you didn't cry if you said you didn't cry.

"Is this Mr. Han's apprentice?"

The words from behind interrupted the "warmth" between the master and the apprentice.

Zhao Ji looked at the speaker.

It was a young man with gorgeous clothes, calm demeanor and natural bearing.

Behind him is a luxurious car, surrounded by servants, and a person who seems to be of high status.

And this boy kept calling his master "Sir".

The first time he saw Liu Xuan, Zhao Ji felt defensive and hostile.

Zhao Ji looked at Han Zhao and asked, "Who is he?"

Zhao Ji's face was full of displeasure, and that little expression seemed to say: You have a disciple outside behind my back?

Just as Han Zhao was about to introduce, Liu Xuan took the first step to bow to Zhao Ji: "Liu Xuan has met the little brother, but I don't know what to call the little brother?"

Zhao Ji retorted: "You and I are not brothers, so don't call them nonsense."

The accompanying attendants immediately scolded: "Hugh is so rude, you are facing the young master!"

Zhao Ji was not someone who would be frightened by such battles, so he retorted: "I don't know any young master!"

Seeing that Zhao Ji was out of order, Han Zhao gave him a slap on the back of the head.

Zhao Ji felt the pain from Han Zhao's beating, and then restrained his temper quite unconvinced.

Han Zhao stood up and introduced Zhao Ji: "This is the young master."

Zhao Ji saluted respectfully: "Young Master."

Han Zhao stretched out his hand to Zhou Yuan again: "This is the sheriff."

Zhao Ji: "The Sheriff."

Zhao Ji's two etiquettes are quite standard. It's not that this kid doesn't understand the rules, he just doesn't want to follow the rules.

After introducing Zhao Ji, Han Zhao pointed to Zhao Ji and said to Zhou Yuan and Liu Xuan, "This is a villain, Zhao Ji."

Liu Xuanchong nodded to Zhao Ji, and said to Han Zhao with a smile, "Mister's disciples are simple-minded and pure-hearted, which is very valuable."

Han Zhao: "The young master is absurd."

It was not appropriate to keep talking while standing outside, so Han Zhao stepped sideways to make way, and invited Zhou Yuan and Liu Xuan into the small courtyard.

Liu Xuan simply wanted to send Han Zhao home, so he had nothing to say; after Zhou Yuan asked about Han Zhao's situation and plans, he gave the [-] gold bounty agreed in advance and a bunch of extra gold, silver and jewelry. Handed it over to Han Zhao.

Han Zhao didn't refuse, and accepted it calmly.

The small courtyard was simple, Zhou Yuan and Liu Xuan didn't stay long, and left after staying for about half a quarter of an hour.

The sound of the wheels of the chariots and horses went away, and now the courtyard belonging to the master and the apprentice was considered clean.

Zhao Ji cleared away the tea cups left by the guests, while Han Zhao knocked on the table, waiting for Zhao Ji to finish packing and test his progress in the past two months.

However, Zhao Ji seemed to have expected what Han Zhao was going to do, and instead of going back to the main room after cleaning up, he just stood at the door and said, "I'm going to boil water for Master to take a bath."

After speaking, he ran away.

Han Zhao saw through the kid's plan at a glance, and gave a short but helpless laugh, but in the end he spared Zhao Ji temporarily, turned back to the study, and took out a book to read.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Ji came back. He knocked on the door of Han Zhao's study room: "Master, the water is ready."

"En." Han Zhao responded, put down the book and walked out.

When Han Zhao came out, Zhao Ji also followed, and kept following the bathroom, and took the initiative to undress Han Zhao.

Why is this kid so diligent today?Was he so filial before?

Han Zhao was puzzled, and began to wonder if Zhao Ji had done something asshole while he was away.

Zhao Ji's hand stopped when only the middle coat was left, he didn't know whether he should untie it or not.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was embarrassed, Han Zhao waved him to step aside, walked behind the screen in the bathroom, took off his clothes and threw them on the screen.

Hearing the sound of entering the water, an image appeared in Zhao Ji's mind uncontrollably. His face quickly became hot, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He asked nervously, "Master, do you need me to serve you?"

When Zhao Ji thought he would not get an answer and was about to leave, a voice called "Come in" came from behind the screen.

However, Zhao Ji didn't go in immediately, he stopped outside the screen, his right thumb unconsciously digging his index finger—he was nervous.

There are not many situations that can make this lawless young master nervous.

I don't know what he is guilty of?

"Where's the person? Gone?" Han Zhaojiu didn't see Zhao Ji coming in, and asked suspiciously.

"No." Zhao Ji replied in a low voice, and walked in with his head buried.

Han Zhao sat in the bathtub, the water submerged up to his chest, through the unobstructed surface of the water, there were firm abdominal muscles, beautiful mermaid lines, and... bath towels.

There is also a bucket of warm water next to the bathtub, which is used to bathe the hair.

Zhao Ji walked over, untied Han Zhao's bun, and loosened the long hair. After a little distance, he used a ladle to boil hot water, moistened the hair, touched the saponins, and then inserted his ten fingers into the hair to massage carefully.

And Han Zhao leaned against the edge of the bathtub with his head up and his eyes closed. His figure was well-proportioned and perfect, his muscles were just right, his neck was slender, and his skin was smooth...

Obviously they were all men, but Zhao Ji was so nervous in front of Han Zhao that he didn't know where to put his eyes, so he had to lower them.

Suddenly, Han Zhao asked in the quiet bathroom, "Your hands are so stiff, are you hiding something?"

Zhao Ji hastily denied: "No!"

Han Zhao didn't believe it: "Have you committed a crime?"

"No!" Zhao Ji knew that his words were not convincing, so he added, "Master, if you don't believe me, you can ask Sister Wei Yao."

If he dared to ask Wei Yao, he should have done nothing serious.But Han Zhao still felt that Zhao Ji was very strange today.

"Could it be Sichun?" Han Zhao murmured, he was about the same age.

Zhao Ji, who was behind him, heard the whisper and raised his voice sharply: "No!"

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and became more and more sure: "So eager to deny it, it seems that there is really a ghost."

In terms of psychological tactics, Zhao Ji is still too young.

In fact, Han Zhao didn't care whether Zhao Ji liked someone or not. In his opinion, love between a man and a woman is the most insignificant relationship. As long as Zhao Ji is not so confused that the love between men and women delays his business, he will not bother.

What's more, he still feels that he already knows who Zhao Ji likes.

Except for Zhao Ji's historical wife who lived next door, Han Zhao couldn't think of another person.

Zhao Ji retorted: "It's not that there is a ghost. In my heart, there will never be anyone more important than Master." He didn't want other people to come between him and Han Zhao.

Hearing Zhao Ji's "confession", Han Zhao's heart trembled slightly, but he immediately erased the words from his heart.

Except for eternal doubt and betrayal, he never believes in other eternity.

Han Zhao said in a cold tone, "Aside from lying to women, don't say 'forever' casually, this word will reduce the credibility of your words."

Zhao Ji was dissatisfied: "I'm serious! Master is more important than anything else!"

Han Zhao's words were too much to hear.

Many things were true when they were said at the time, but time will make them false.

But Han Zhao didn't intend to teach Zhao Ji so many cruel truths at once, so he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After coiling up the rinsed long hair, Zhao Ji picked up a towel and wiped Han Zhao's back.

Because the conversation just now ended without a problem, there was only the sound of water in the bathroom for a long time.

After a long time, Zhao Ji spoke out again, and he carefully asked: "Master, where did that young master Liu Xuan come from?"

Zhao Ji instinctively rejected Liu Xuan. He felt that the way the young master looked at Han Zhao made him uncomfortable, as if looking at something he wanted.

He hasn't read many books yet, so he doesn't know what coveting is, but his beast-like intuition can already automatically distinguish competitors.

What's more, although Zhao Ji had no rules, he could still tell the difference between good and bad. A person like Liu Xuan with outstanding demeanor and natural bearing could not be compared to him now.

He felt a crisis and was afraid that Han Zhao would be snatched away.

Zhao Ji is an insecure person, and the dispute with Han Zhao did not happen without incident, on the contrary, it left a deep mark in Zhao Ji's heart.

He no longer blindly believed in Han Zhao's feelings for him.

Look, Han Zhao usually treats him so well, why doesn't he hit him whenever he wants, or leave whenever he wants.

But he didn't hate Han Zhao a long time ago, not at all, he only hated himself for being too naive, getting dizzy, getting carried away, not knowing how to restrain himself, and had to fall to the ground to know the pain.

And he also understood that if he wanted Han Zhao's care and attention, he had to work hard to win and maintain it.

Therefore, Zhao Ji picked up the principles he had believed in since he was a child: no matter what you have, you can only rely on your strength to "grab" it to be reliable.

For example, even though he rejected Liu Xuan, he didn't dare to directly influence Han Zhao's attitude with his own opinions, as that would only show his willfulness.

So, he hid his true intentions at the bottom and asked some irrelevant words.

Han Zhao replied, "The young master didn't come out of nowhere, but your master and General Yuwen brought him back from South Vietnam after all our efforts."

Zhao Ji asked again: "Why did you pick him up?"

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you want to listen? Are you sure you understand?"

Zhao Ji was unconvinced: "Master, don't underestimate people!"

Therefore, Han Zhao brought up the grievances and grievances among Zhou Yuan, the false emperor, Yi Dynasty, and the Liu family one by one.

After finishing speaking, Han Zhao asked Zhao Ji, "How is it? Got it?"

Zhao Ji raised his eyebrows proudly: "Of course. Zhou Yuan wants to stand on his own, but his reputation is not enough, and he will be opposed by the people of the world, so he pulled Liu Xuan as a banner and hid himself as the uncrowned king. Am I right?"

Han Zhao: "Yes."

Zhao Ji asked: "What else?"

Han Zhao was puzzled: "What else?"

"Master won't praise me?"

Han Zhao glanced at Zhao Ji faintly, chuckled, nodded, and said half-coaxingly and half-perfunctorily, "It's amazing, the food is not for nothing."

"What else?" Zhao Ji asked again.

"What else?" Han Zhao really didn't understand now.

Zhao Ji paused, then said dejectedly: "Forget it!"

He wanted to ask Han Zhao if he thought about him, but he couldn't ask.

The author has something to say: The author will answer your question on behalf of Han Zhao: No, except for worrying about your accident all the time, I don’t think about it at all.

Han Zhao: ...

... bb two sentences ...

Zhao Ji's idea is not blackened, because he is a bad embryo, it is the awakening of blood!

Just rely on Master's favor to do things

Liu Ji: I just like to see them see the way Master clearly knows that I am a bad person and still likes me, and they are so angry