General, please be a loyal minister!

When Han Zhao was young, he never thought that one day he would worry about money. At that time, money existed naturally in his heart like air and would never disappear.

However, it turns out that there is nothing in this world that will not disappear.

His father's relegation made the Han family lose power overnight, and the young Han Zhao lost his life as a noble son, and bid farewell to the noble compound...

Misfortunes never come singly, because the father suffered a blow and fell ill, and soon passed away.

The eldest brother, who is not good at conquest, gritted his teeth and joined the army in order to maintain the family's livelihood and bring glory to the Han family.

Because the elder brother who can read was appreciated by the Shangguan, everyone in the family thought that life would gradually get better, but soon there was news that the elder brother died of a fight in the barracks.

The elder brother was beaten to death, but the gentle elder brother is definitely not a brave and ruthless person...

However, Han Zhao was only ten years old at that time, and he was unable to find out the cause of his elder brother's death. He could only write down the names of the people related to the case and engrave them in his mind...

The burden of the Han family fell on the sister-in-law. The gentle and tough woman took care of the children under one year old and the young uncle, while working hard for the family's livelihood.

Washing clothes, weaving, embroidering... Overwork became sick.

She was obviously a young lady who was well-versed in Fu and proficient in rhythm. Before the fall of the Han family, the heaviest thing she held in her hands was nothing but pen and ink.

It can be said that without his sister-in-law, Han Zhao would definitely not be able to make it to the day of his career.

For Han Zhao, he can be sorry to the world, but he can't be sorry to his sister-in-law; he can die by himself, but he can't let his grievances be implicated to his sister-in-law...

Therefore, when Liu Rui threatened him with his sister-in-law, he was motivated to kill; therefore, before being beheaded, he would rather give up his chance of escape and send his sister-in-law and nephew Han Tong away.

Han Zhao didn't know what happened to their mother and son. It has been a hundred years now, and he couldn't find it even if he tried to find it.

……

The morning light pierced through the fog and shone on a pile of gray embers.

Han Zhao, who was awakened by the strong light, sat up holding his forehead, his loose black hair hanging down, bending meekly in the folds of his sleeves.

The scene of the dream faded quickly in his mind, leaving only the sore back and swollen hair caused by sleeping in the open.

Han Zhao shook his head to cheer himself up as soon as possible.

Zhao Ji still had a fever in his arms.

The child was malnourished for a long time, and he was frightened, ran around all night, slept in the open... It was reasonable to be sick, and it was really difficult for him.

Han Zhao could feel the burning temperature of his forehead through a layer of clothes.

The room leak happened to be raining all night, where would he go to find medicine for Zhao Ji at this time?

Han Zhao's movement also woke up Zhao Ji. He opened his eyes sleepily, and found himself lying in Han Zhao's arms, and he woke up suddenly.

He blushed and got up in a panic, trying to explain that he didn't take advantage of Han Zhao while he was asleep, but when he opened his mouth, he felt his throat was sore and cracked, and he couldn't continue after saying the word "I" .

Han Zhao said, "You have caught the wind and cold."

Zhao Ji put his hand on his forehead - indeed he had a fever, no wonder his throat hurt so badly.

He waved his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry about it!"

It's not that Zhao Ji has never suffered from this kind of disease. Drink plenty of water and wait for two days for it to heal on its own.

Han Zhao knew that the children of the poor were solid, but he was also worried that if something happened to Zhao Ji, everything he had done would be in vain.

"Stop talking if your throat is broken, it's ugly." Han Zhao got up and tore off the coat hanging on the stone and threw it to Zhao Ji, then put on his own coat, squatted down in front of Zhao Ji, "Come up."

Zhao Ji looked at the young man's well-proportioned back but was stunned.

Once again, Han Zhao wanted to carry him.

Last night it was because he was injured, today it was because he was sick, a minor illness that was not considered sick at all in his eyes.

Zhao Ji has never experienced being taken care of like this, and he doesn't know how he deserves to be treated like this.

He was called a beggar, mud, bastard, mouse... Except for his mother, almost no one would treat him tenderly.

But the mother's tenderness left too early, too early for him to remember that feeling, and it was lost forever.

He ate hundreds of meals and became the king of children.

Obviously he hasn't grown up yet, but he wants to protect another group of children. He even forgets that he is also a child who needs to be taken care of.

But now, there is another Han Zhao who treats him like a child.

Han Zhao hadn't seen Zhao Ji's movements for a long time, and impatiently waiting, he tilted his head and asked, "Why are you standing there? Are you stupid?"

"I'm not stupid!" Zhao Ji muttered, and leaned on Han Zhao's back with red eyes. Han Zhao supported his legs and stood up, carrying him along the forest.

As I said before, Han Zhao’s back is not a place that makes people feel gentle. It’s probably because Han Zhao is not a soft person. He is cold and arrogant. When encountering problems, his first goal is to solve problems, and he often lacks warmth. attention to detail and thoughtful greetings.

But for some reason, Zhao Ji felt extremely satisfied when he lay on his back.

Zhao Ji didn't know how to explain this feeling with his limited knowledge.

It’s like one or two great benevolent people who aim to save all sentient beings have treated him well, but he is not grateful to them, because they would do the same to another person. This kind of kindness is too broad and cheap; but if they are because of It is different if he is Zhao Ji and treats him well.

Han Zhao is such a person.He gave Geng Sangou a steamed stuffed bun, but he gave himself many; he took the initiative to tell himself various things he might not understand, but he was honest with others; when he came to Yicheng, he only took himself away. ...

And because Han Zhao is not a kind person, his kindness is extraordinarily special.He is cold, aloof and unreasonable to strangers, but Han let himself call him master, give himself medicine, bake something for himself, let himself sleep in his arms, touch his forehead...

Thinking of these, Zhao Ji felt as if his heart was going to overflow.

He didn't know it was "favorite" yet, but he had fallen in love with the feeling of being treated special by someone.

Zhao Ji hugged Han Zhao's neck tightly, like a poor man clinging to the precious jade he picked up.

He's a man who doesn't deserve it, but he's not going to give it back...

Han Zhao didn't know what was going on in Zhao Ji's heart. He walked forward sullenly, with a feeling of worry in his heart, and he could sum it up in one word: money!

Shijiu had some money on him, but he spent almost all of it these days, and Shiqiu didn't bring any money, so Han Zhao didn't get any money from him at all.

Now there is still one Zhao Ji to support, which is not enough at all.

A half-child eats a poor old man.

Raising a child of Zhao Ji's age is the time to spend money, not to mention his future food and clothing, just treating the wind and cold right now will cost a lot of money.

1.0 heard the sound of the plan in Han Zhao's mind, and cautiously reminded: [Master, did you forget to check last night's rewards? 】

award?That "wound medicine gift pack"?

Han Zhao remembered that there were only two medicines with unknown ingredients: red medicine and blue medicine.

Can that thing cure diseases?

Han Zhao was deeply suspicious.

Under the command of 1.0, Han Zhao opened the system package and found the blue medicine bottle: [Yes, yes, it is the blue medicine.This can treat symptoms caused by toxins, germs, etc.; the red medicine can guarantee all physical damage...]

"Is this drinkable?" Han Zhao looked at the strangely colored medicine with an indescribable expression.

[Absolutely drinkable!I just heard that the taste is a bit strange...]

"Take a sip... oh, I forgot that you can't drink." Han Zhao's tone was very regretful—if only 1.0 could eat, it would be useful.

Perceived the 1.0 expression of Han Zhao's thoughts:? ? ?

Han Zhao took the medicine bottle that 1.0 took out, shook it to mix the medicine evenly, and then ordered Zhao Ji, "Open your mouth."

"Wh-um..." Zhao Ji was about to ask something, when Han Zhao turned back and poured the potion into his mouth firmly and firmly.

Zhao Ji was caught off guard by choking, his face flushed from coughing, and he just wanted to retch after thinking about it.

After Zhao Ji regained his strength, he hurriedly asked Han Zhao, "What did you give me to drink?"

The water tasted like the leaves of a vegetable that had rotted for a month, and it made me sick after drinking it.

Han Zhao replied leisurely: "Poison. If you don't listen to me, your intestines will rot."

For a moment, Zhao Ji couldn't tell whether Han Zhao was joking or not. He blinked and subconsciously replied, "You're kidding me."

Han Zhao asked back, "Why am I teasing you?"

——Let’s play.

Zhao Ji thinks that Han Zhao must think that he is very funny, after all, Han Zhao has been playing him for fun since the first meeting.

He suppressed the corner of his mouth: "Don't try to lie to me, there is no such medicine at all."

When Zhao Ji said this, he was not sure in his heart, but he had the courage to play psychological warfare with Han Zhao, just like the trick Han Zhao used to him when he first met Han Zhao.

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Who said that? If there was no such medicine, what would I give you?"

—— Zhao Ji is still not qualified to play psychological warfare with Han Zhao.

Zhao Ji's gratitude and nostalgia for Han Zhao just now disappeared. He only thought that this person was too annoying and would scare him. He bit Han Zhao's shoulder and ground his teeth angrily.

"Are you a dog?" Han Zhao teased.

Zhao Ji was in a hurry, and replied without brainstorming: "It belongs to you."

The disrespectful words made Han Zhao freeze his voice: "What did you say? Say it again."

Zhao Ji quickly changed his words: "I said... I am a dog."

Not only does it belong to the dog, but it also belongs to the face of the dog.Han Zhao sneered, and didn't intend to argue with him.

He thought at first that this kid changed his temper after worshiping him as his teacher, but now it seems that he just hid it.

……

In the woods outside the small town, Zhao Ji, who was put on a stone, grabbed Han Zhao's clothes: "Where are you going?"

Han Zhao checked his weapon: "In the city."

Zhao Ji said, "I'll go with you."

Han Zhao: "No."

At this moment, he is not sure that they escaped the pursuit. Taking Zhao Ji with him, if he meets someone from the Nineteen Organization, he is not sure that he can keep him in the fight.

After all, it is not always possible to meet one-on-one situations...

Zhao Ji, who was rejected, still refused to let go: "What if you don't come back?"

Zhao Ji's voice became lower and lower. He felt insecure about the weak bond between himself and Han Zhao, and he also felt terrified of being left behind by Han Zhao.

Also as a person who lacks trust in others, it is not difficult for Han Zhao to understand Zhao Ji's thoughts.He asked Zhao Ji: "Can you count a thousand?"

Zhao Ji shook his head.

Han Zhao asked again, "Can you count to a hundred?"

Zhao Ji nodded.

Han Zhao stuck the dagger into his waist: "Then count a hundred and a hundred, and I'll be back."

Zhao Ji asked suspiciously: "Really?"

Han Zhao: "Believe it or not."

Zhao Ji turned his head and puffed up his mouth: "I don't count, I'm so stupid."

Unexpectedly, this kid still cared about these things, Han Zhao sneered: "It's up to you."

He threw the dagger he had snatched from Shi Qi into Zhao Ji's arms: "This one is for self-defense, be careful, don't cut yourself off instead of the thief."

Zhao Ji caught the short knife and held it tightly in his hand, retorting: "I know how to use it! I won't cut myself!"

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows, and praised hypocritically and exaggeratedly: "Oh, it's amazing."

Hearing the ridicule in this sentence, Zhao Ji looked at Han Zhao with dissatisfaction, Han Zhao ruffles his head, turned away and left.

And Zhao Ji, after straightening his messy hair by Han Zhao, looked at Han Zhao's leaving back, and silently counted in his heart: one, two, three...

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