General, please be a loyal minister!

All the words of pleading have been exhausted, the dignity has been lower than dust, Zhao Ji doesn't know what else he can do.

The sense of powerlessness spread all over his body bit by bit along the blood vessels. In the dark, he knelt down in front of Han Zhao, trying to reach out and touch Han Zhao. He wanted to see if Han Zhao was as hard and cold as a stone as he looked. .

Han Zhao didn't avoid it, Zhao Ji's hand touched his arm, and then a sore feeling rushed to his eyes and nose.

He didn't understand why a person with such a warm body had such a cold heart?

Mr. Jing is gone, Brother Xuan is gone, Liangzhou also treats him as an outsider, even the master doesn't want him anymore...

Zhao Ji, what is left?Where else could he go?What is he?

After a long period of silence and silence, Han Zhao felt Zhao Ji trembling with his head bowed in the dark. He couldn't control it a few times and raised his hand, but fortunately he stopped before it fell on Zhao Ji's head. .

Han Zhao hardened his heart and said: If you don't go, then I will go.

These words made Zhao Ji's blood freeze, and he raised his head to look at Han Zhao.

Has he pushed Han Zhao to this point?Let Han Zhao would rather leave than have him as an apprentice?

What else could he do?

Han Zhao doesn't want him, but he wants Han Zhao. How can a disciple let his master be forced to leave?

But the resentment and resentment in his heart would never go away. In the dark, Zhao Ji gritted his teeth and sued Han Zhao angrily: "If I knew at the beginning that everything I got would be lost, then I would not go with you."

What Zhao Ji said was the truth, he really regretted it, and regretted that he handed over to Han Zhao back then.

If he hadn't known Han Zhao, he wouldn't have sunk in the long-term care and love, and he wouldn't be in such pain now.

The dim moonlight shone into the room, coating Han Zhao's brows and eyes with a cool silver-blue tone, and he just looked at Zhao Ji like that, with a shadow in his eyes.

Han Zhao didn't know that he was like a god enshrined on a shrine at this moment, beautiful but lofty.

Although it is lofty, it is really beautiful——Zhao Ji lamented in his heart, lamented his failure to live up to expectations, and lamented his inability to resist Han Zhao.

He seemed to see his humble and insignificant appearance in Han Zhao's deep pupils.

He once thought that he was strong enough to be a general, but the facts proved that he was still weak, so weak that he could not control his own destiny in life choices.

Not only power and power, but also his heart. His heart is so weak that he tried to make Han Zhao change his mind again and again by praying; he should have understood what kind of man Han Zhao was when he failed for the first time. people, instead of letting things develop to the point where they are powerless...

When things were going nowhere, Zhao Ji finally realized the root cause of everything. Of course he should hate Han Zhao, but what he wanted to hate more was his unbelievable self.

From denying others to denying himself, Zhao Ji's inner world completely collapsed...

In the dark, Zhao Ji stretched out his hand to caress Han Zhao's face. His movements were gentle and affectionate. Han Zhao was unprepared and let him vent his emotions.

Then Zhao Ji's hand slowly circled behind Han Zhao's head, grabbed his head, and threw himself at Han Zhao recklessly. Han Zhao never expected that the pitiful Zhao Ji who was still in front of him just now would suddenly show up Fang Fang was captured by Zhao Ji without defense.

Due to inertia, the two fell to the ground. Zhao Ji's right hand rested on the back of Han Zhao's head, and his left hand wrapped around his waist.

Han Zhao's bones were rather thin, and he was clearly the same height as Zhao Ji. When he was held in his arms, he appeared deceptively thin, with only his slightly raised jaw and slender neck forming a stubborn and proud arc.

His waist is also thinner than that of ordinary men, but it is not weak. You can feel the strength of the well-proportioned muscles when you put your hands on it. Send in adolescence to spend night after night dream.

There are also slender legs, well-proportioned and smooth spine line, sexy waist and collarbone...

But Zhao Ji's target today is Han Zhao's lips that are obviously sexy but always indifferent.

Before Han Zhao could react, Zhao Ji lowered his head and bit his mouth, pried open his teeth, and violently vented his feelings.

This is not like a kiss, but like a wild beast biting its prey, lips and teeth intertwined, saliva mixed with blood...

The sudden change startled Han Zhao, his eyes widened, and he was stunned for a moment before he reacted and stretched out his hand to push, but Zhao Ji was determined to offend Han Zhao, how could he back away like this?He grabbed Han Zhao's wrist and pressed it to the top of his head.

The clothes were crumpled during the fight, and the hair loops wrapped around the ground by the drooping ponytail tended to be scattered as the struggle between the two continued...

It was not easy to subdue a grown man who was as strong as himself, and finally Zhao Ji was pushed away.

Han Zhao turned over and pinned him to the ground, raising his hand to punch him.Zhao Ji raised his neck to receive it, but Han Zhao stopped.

Han Zhao asked angrily, "Why are you crazy?"

He withdrew his fist, frowned, and wiped off Zhao Ji's saliva on his mouth with the back of his hand, but the touch of Zhao Ji's licking remained in his mouth, which was not disgusting, but very strange.

Han Zhao never thought about the possibility of developing a romantic relationship between him and Zhao Ji, so he didn't make a clear interpretation of this kiss. He was only dissatisfied, puzzled, and angry with what Zhao Ji did, thinking that Zhao Ji Ji Zai vented his anger on him in such an absurd way.

In the dark, Zhao Ji licked the blood stained when he bit the corner of Han Zhao's mouth, and smiled wantonly.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are curved, but they have lost the bright and publicity of the past, only revealing a decadent meandering: "Finish the last thing you want to do, and then leave as you wish."

Zhao Ji didn't give half an explanation for this kiss, just waiting for Han Zhao's punishment.

But what made him feel cold was that Han Zhao didn't care about him, and only warned him: "Don't mess around!" Then he got up and let him go.

Zhao Ji didn't follow, he lay on the ground looking at the roof, and burst out laughing.

He finally knew that what was more tragic and ridiculous than Han Zhao getting angry after knowing his thoughts was that Han Zhao didn't care at all.

How ridiculous, he loves Han Zhao, but Han Zhao never regarded him as a man, and his attitude towards this kind of thing is only childish tolerance.

How could Zhao Ji dare to express his love again? Han Zhao would definitely not respond, and on the contrary, he seemed even more pitiful and humble.

What's more, the courage to break the boat can be once, but it may not be the second time. Zhao Ji is physically and mentally exhausted and defeated. He wants to cry, but he laughs, laughing sadly...

The guards following Zhao Ji were still guarding outside, watching his nose, nose, and heart.

The door of the main room was kept wide open. Although there was no light on, there was moonlight, and the guards' eyesight was not bad, so they could see everything they should see.

Without the "master filter", they are not as simple as Han Zhao thought. While surprised that the young master has unethical feelings for his master, they would rather pretend that they have not seen anything and keep their mouths shut.

The quarrel in the room finally stopped. First, Han Zhao angrily walked out of the main room, returned to the room, and closed the door with a "slap".

After a long time, Zhao Ji also came out with dragging steps, and the guards came forward to greet him and knelt down to salute him, their heads bowed in a gentle and respectful arc.

All this reminds Zhao Ji of his identity.

I have to admit that watching others bow their heads in front of you is an addictive feeling.

OK!Han Zhao asked him to be the emperor, so he will be the emperor.

If Han Zhao's pity cannot be exchanged for his status as a disciple, then will Han Zhao look up to him if he is the master of the world?

If he fails, he will send the body back to Liangzhou to see if he can change Han Zhao's face!

Zhao Ji turned around and knelt down towards Han Zhao's door with a "dong" sound: "I have offended Master tonight with words and deeds, and I hope Master will forgive me. From now on, I cannot serve Master by my side, and Master should take care of himself."

After the voice fell, the room was still silent, and Han Zhao did not give any response.

Zhao Ji waited for a long time, guessing that he would not get a response, he leaned over and kowtowed three times. When he got up, he neatly threw an order at the guards: "Go back to Jingzhou!" Then he strode out of the small courtyard.

From now on, there will be more than ten million people, or death.

……

Han Zhao hadn't rested yet. He sat in the house and heard Zhao Ji's words in the yard, but he ignored him because he still felt annoyed.

He interpreted Zhao Ji's offensive behavior tonight as that Zhao Ji wanted to use extraordinary means to make him panic in order to achieve the purpose of revenge.

Zhao Ji succeeded.

The feeling of that kiss remained in Han Zhao's mouth, lingering, which made him very uncomfortable.

Drinking several cups of tea was useless, the feeling was more like residue in the nerves of the head than in the mouth, Han Zhao was about to go crazy, he had never encountered such a situation that made him anxious.

Han Zhao has never had any experience of love in his past and present lives, even for Princess Zhaoyang, Han Zhao only held her hand once.

It's just the contact between the skin and the mucous membrane of the mouth. Should a big man panic because of it?

Han Zhao repeatedly gave himself psychological training, but he ignored one point: Why did his apprentice use this way of expressing love or sex between a man and a woman on him?Is it really just out of revenge?Would Zhao Ji still use this method on other people?

Still the same sentence, Han Zhao is really not good at dealing with emotional matters, so he chooses not to think about it.

……

In the study room of Zhongshan Prince's Mansion in Jingzhou, the sound of the piano is gentle, the fragrance of tea is wafting, and the green smoke is wafting from the Boshan stove.

Zhongshan King Liu Ci was lying on a soft chair, and the pretty maid knelt beside his legs and beat his legs.

Liu Ci, who gave birth to a handsome son like Zhao Ji, is also very handsome, with deep eyebrows and sharp outlines. He has passed his forty years, but because of the proper maintenance, he does not show any signs of aging, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are just a little added. The taste of vicissitudes only adds to the style.

A dark blue figure sat opposite Liu Ci, making tea leisurely. It was Gong Liangyin who had returned from Changnan.

Liu Ci tapped his fingers following the sound of the piano, and casually asked Gong Liangyin: "I heard that the third son went after his master?"

Gong Liangyin kept moving his hands, and replied: "Third Young Master misses the old days, and he figured it out after explaining the matter, so he came back."

It was a good word, but Liu Ci didn't care, he smiled, pointed at Gongliang Yin and sighed: "You are not very kind in this matter."

Hearing this, Gong Liangyin stopped pouring tea, put down the teapot, sat upright and said, "I think my lord doesn't like that Han Zhao either, could I be wrong?"

of course not.In Liu Ci's heart, even if he is a useless son, he can only listen to him.

However, even if he didn't like Han Zhao's existence, Liu Ci wouldn't ruin the relationship between father and son just to get into trouble with an outsider. However, Gong Liangyin made the villain on his behalf, so he was naturally happy and relaxed.

Liu Ci stretched out his hand to signal Gong Liangyin to relax: "What I mean is that compared to before, what you do this time is not as beautiful as before."

There are many ways to separate Han Zhao and Zhao Ji. Why does the long-sleeved and good-wielding Gong Liangyin act like this this time?A look that insists on Zhao Ji breaking with his master.

Gong Liangyin didn't think so, and he asked Liu Ci: "What is beautiful and what is not beautiful? My lord, the third son has a wolf's heart like you, but the honey pot softened his heart, and the sharp edge of the sword came out of it."

Liu Ci took a leisurely look at Gongliang Yin: When did this person become so enthusiastic?Or does Zhao Ji have any ability to make Gong Liang Yin love him?

Liu Ci thought about it for a while, but couldn't find a clue, so he didn't bother to continue thinking about it, and went with Gong Liangyin.

……

Is Gongliang Yin really trying to sharpen Zhao Ji?

of course not.

The first time he saw Zhao Ji was when Zhao Ji attacked Xiangyang.

The young general, full of vigor, scolded Fang Qiu, how dazzling?

When they met for the first time, Gong Liangyin's eyes were burned by Zhao Ji's youthful spirit. He could tell at a glance that Zhao Ji had never experienced real despair and setbacks. It is estimated that the biggest trouble was just the sticky love of his children.

He was thinking at the time: How well did Han Zhao protect Zhao Ji so that he would not be ruined by the troubled times?

It's not that no one has a smooth life and reaches the top, but Gong Liangyin is not happy to see it, and his heart is full of malice at that time.

He wanted to break Zhao Ji and re-polish it into a sharp sword that hurt both others and himself.

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