General, please be a loyal minister!

A waning moon hangs in the sky like a hook, shining on the vast plain.

Under the night sky, two steeds flitted across Yingyue Lake like arrows. They were Zhao Ji and Han Zhao who had left the city at night.

Han Zhao rode a black steed, like a low-sweeping falcon flying over the withered grass, ten steps behind him, Zhao Ji followed closely.

Seeing that he couldn't surpass Han Zhao, Zhao Ji began to cheat: "Master, wait for me!"

Han Zhao turned his head to look at Zhao Ji, and laughed shortly, "Chasing by myself." After that, he reined in the horse with all his strength and passed Yingyue Lake.

Seeing that his "acting like a baby" didn't work, Zhao Ji kept his mouth shut and tried his best to catch up with Han Zhao.

The feeling of the wind blowing past his ears made Han Zhao feel very refreshed. After bidding farewell to the battlefield, he could only feel the blood "boiling" in his body again when he was galloping his horse.

It was Zhao Ji who wanted to "do something wrong" tonight, and Han Zhao also used the name of accompanying him to do something wrong, so he did whatever he wanted.

After running with all his strength for an hour, Beiwang Mountain was already in the distance. This is just a part of the mountain range, not a pass. Longyuan Canyon, the "throat" of Liangzhou, has to go east for three hours.

They couldn't reach Longyuan Canyon in one night anyway, fortunately Zhao Ji's destination was not there either.

Seeing that the destination was in sight, Zhao Ji got off his horse slowly: "Master, it's too late, I can't run anymore, you won again."

This place is called Huishou Peak, which is a rare high mountain in this vast and gentle area. In the past eight years, Han Zhao brought Zhao Ji here several times. He looked to the southeast and outlined every inch of mountains and rivers in the Central Plains in his mind and chest.

Hearing that Zhao Ji conceded defeat, Han Zhao slowly dismounted, turned around and waited for Zhao Ji to catch up.

Zhao Jiyu immediately stepped forward, but suddenly attacked when he was close to Han Zhao, but Han Zhao was already prepared, and easily blocked Zhao Ji's sneak attack.

The two fisted and kicked, back and forth, from the horse to the horse, and finally ended with Zhao Ji being subdued by Han Zhao on the grass.

Zhao Ji repeatedly begged for mercy: "Give up, admit defeat! Master, please be gentle."

Han Zhao mocked: "I'm taller than me, but I'd better practice kung fu for another 20 years." After saying that, he pulled back and got up.

However, at the same time that he let go, Zhao Ji suddenly attacked his lower body, Han Zhaoshan couldn't retreat, took Zhao Ji's move, and fell to the grass.

He got up immediately, but Zhao Ji had already pressed him up, intending to restrain him with all his strength.

Han Zhao punched, but Zhao Ji grabbed his wrist, Han Zhao kicked, and Zhao Ji held his thigh. Han Zhao wanted to use all his strength to get rid of Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji took the opportunity to spit on Han Zhao's sensitive neck. With a breath, Han Zhao's whole body went numb, and his strength softened.

Han Zhao knew that Zhao Ji was a cunning guy, but he didn't expect him to play such a trick in order to win, and he became angry for a while: "A traitor!"

Zhao Ji was a little guilty, but still bit the bullet and replied: "Master, you said that in the competition, each should rely on his own ability. Because of this sentence, I was not beaten by you when I was young. Now that you have suffered a disadvantage, are you going to play tricks? "

On sophistry, Han Zhao is not Zhao Ji's opponent. He was speechless, and could only ask with a sullen face, "So you want to get back the debt you owed when you were a child?"

Zhao Ji blurted back, "How dare I?" He was also reluctant.

Although Han Zhao didn't show it on the face, he was very happy in his heart. After the short-term power loss effect disappeared, he pulled out his leg and kicked Zhao Ji away.

Zhao Ji was kicked so that he rolled twice on the grass, then got up numbly, and patted the grass clippings on his body.

This time he really gave up and didn't dare to mess around.

Although Zhao Jipi was measured, he knew that arguing with Han Zhao would not be such a painless kick.

It's a pity that after so many years of hard training, he still can't beat Han Zhao.

Zhao Ji looked regretful: Master would be weaker, then he would...

……

There are few people around Huishou Peak, and there is only one trail leading directly to the top of the mountain.

Leading the horse along the path, the higher the view, the wider the field of vision. At this time, the land has fallen into the night, and the plain in the distance is silent, undulating slightly in the night, and it seems that a little city can be seen at the end.

The moon is dark tonight, and the stars in the sky are bright and flickering.

Zhao Ji sat on the edge of the cliff, picked up a jar of wine to remove the mud seal, put it in front of Han Zhao, and then slapped open another jar for himself, and raised the altar to Han Zhao: "Master, please." Fill your mouth.

Han Zhao picked up the wine jar that Zhao Ji handed him and gulped it along the edge of the jar, the overflowing liquid left along the corner of his mouth and moistened his neck.

The two of them formed an altar in one breath.

After finishing the last sip, Zhao Ji put down the wine jar and drank loudly: "Have fun!"

Han Zhao who finished drinking a step later also put down the wine jar, raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief, then laughed loudly.

Hearing Han Zhao's laughter, Zhao Ji looked at him in surprise.

I saw Han Zhaojunyi's brows and eyes stretched, and his expression was carefree, which was the carefree expression he rarely saw on Han Zhao's face.

In Zhao Ji's memory, Han Zhao is always silent.

He was sure that Han Zhao was not facial paralyzed, nor was he born ruthless and desireless. This serenity was like a calm and lethargic look after all the vicissitudes of life.

When he met Han Zhao, Han Zhao was so young, what could he experience?

Zhao Ji didn't know that Han Zhao never mentioned the past to him.

While admiring Han Zhao's strength and composure, Zhao Ji also longed to see a different face from him.

Like now.

He didn't know how to describe it, but he just felt that a person like Han Zhao should be reckless and arrogant.

Han Zhao laughed enough, and found that Zhao Ji looked at him in a daze, and asked amusedly, "Why are you looking at me? Is my face blooming?"

Zhao Ji replied dully: "Master, you laughed."

Han Zhao asked back, "What's the matter? Don't I usually smile?"

Different.

Han Zhao usually sneered or sneered, but he almost never laughed so freely and heroically as now.

So, high-spirited.

So lovely.

Zhao Ji almost said this sentence, but he stopped in time, looked away hastily, and took a sip of wine.Then he smiled and said: "Master seems to be in a good mood, is there anything good?"

"Yes." Han Zhao joked, "Finally raised a certain debt collector."

Zhao Ji: "Who? Who are you talking about?"

Han Zhao took a cool look at the certain person who asked the question knowingly, opened a jar of wine and continued to drink.

Zhao Ji laughed and joked, "Master, there are two kinds of debt collectors; one is to recover the debts of the previous life, and the other is to pay the debts of the next life. Which one are you talking about?"

Han Zhao asked back, "What do you think you are?"

Zhao Ji replied without hesitation: "Of course I hope it's the latter. Besides, I don't want to only owe you one life, it's better to owe you hundreds of thousands of lives." This is also good for entanglement with Han Zhao for life and life.

Han Zhao glared at Zhao Ji with sideways eyes, "It's a good idea." After that, he continued to drink.

Zhao Ji was taken aback for a moment, and hastily moved his eyes away.

Joking with Han Zhao wouldn't make him angry, and Zhao Ji didn't need to panic, he just felt itchy from Han Zhao's stare.

Zhao Ji looked to the southeast, waiting for his mood to calm down.

The direction he is now looking at is the direction Han Zhao often pointed out to him. There is the Eastern Capital and Jiangnan, which is the most prosperous and prosperous place in the world. It can easily be more prosperous and prosperous than Liangzhou without special management.

There is the Central Plains, a place Zhao Ji has never returned to since he was 12 years old. He has almost forgotten the landscape of the Central Plains.

"Does Master want the Central Plains?" Zhao Ji asked.

After drinking enough, Han Zhao put the hand holding the wine jar on his curled knees, and looked at the distant mountains: "I think about it, I think about it every night."

He wanted to lead the iron cavalry to conquer that land, wanted Zhao Ji to ascend to the supreme position in the world, and thought that he would hold the power under one person and over ten thousand people, and be the most powerful one.

Zhao Ji asked again: "Master, what does Dongdu look like?" Everyone wanted to be in charge of Dongdu, but he didn't even know what Dongdu looked like.

Dongdu?

Han Zhao was taken aback for a moment.

What was it like in the Eastern Capital?

Dongdu is the center of power for careerists, and it is a hotbed of opportunity for speculators...

But what was it like?

"One mountain is surrounded by two rivers; the palace is majestic, and the Qionglou is beautiful; the court songs are sung at night, and the market is not closed at night; buy a pot of wine, lean on the railing against the wind, and watch the boats in Luoshui, and the moonlight melts. It should be, The Eastern capital is romantic..."

Han Zhao tried his best to describe the Eastern Capital in his memory to Zhao Ji, but at the end he still felt that it was not quite the artistic conception.

The fond memories Dongdu left for him were all before the age of eight, when the Han family was still in decline. Later, he either lived in other places or struggled for power. How could he have time to appreciate the majestic Dongdu?

After listening to Han Zhao's description, Zhao Ji was even more sure that Han Zhao's past was not simple, and ordinary people would not describe a place like this.

Ordinary people can only see the daily necessities of life, not so many flashy things.

However, although it is flashy, it is indeed like a floating dream, which makes people yearn for.

Zhao Ji sighed: "So Dong was like that 20 years ago?" He thought that the whole country had declined since Emperor Ling ascended the throne.

Han Zhao was shocked by Zhao Ji's unintentional question.

20 years ago?No, he said 100 years ago.The Dongdu in the heyday of the next dynasty, the Dongdu of Dayi for which he dedicated his whole life.

Han Zhao's mood suddenly became gloomy, and he took a sip of wine sullenly.

Zhao Ji next to him suddenly became excited, and said with great ambition: "One day, I will go to see what the Eastern Capital looks like!"

Han Zhao didn't want to spoil his interest, so he asked in response, "How to get there?"

Zhao Ji stretched out his hand and made gestures while describing: "I will wear heroic armor and ride a tall horse. I will enter from the main gate of the Eastern Capital. Behind me are waving banners and my well-disciplined army. I will lead them all the way through. The long street leads directly to Weiyang Palace..."

When he said this, his eyes were shining with the unique vitality of a young man, shining brightly.

Hearing that the center of Zhao Ji's words was all about himself, and that Luoyang had instead become a stage for him to sing the main show, Han Zhao laughed, and joked, "This is not looking at Dongdu, but letting Dongdu look at you."

"So what's the matter?" Zhao Ji said as he stood up and opened his arms to the mountains and rivers in front of him, "I not only want the east to see me, but I also want the world to see me!"

"Okay!" Han Zhao applauded Zhao Ji's words, then said with a half-smile and half-seriousness, "Then let me see."

Zhao Ji turned to Han Zhao and raised his eyebrows: "Of course, Master must be present, and it is best to be by my side, shoulder to shoulder with me."

If the only audience you want to invite is not there, then what's the point of being watched by the world?

The author has something to say: Han Zhao: That will make me healthy too.

Liu Ji (laughs): Look!Show it!Not only let you see me wearing armor, but also without wearing armor...

Han Zhao: ...