Drunk King and Minister

The brown medicine box was placed on the carved pear wood table, and there were a few unused knives in the cloth bag that had just been opened.

Chen Qian had a fever and sent the doctor away. Seeing that the wound on Han Zigao's body was still bleeding, she was at a loss for a while.

Han Zigao reached out to put away the medicine box very calmly: "Are you preparing another medicine box for the prefect's mansion, sir?"

Seeing that Han Zigao was about to put away the medicine box, Chen Qian felt overwhelmed and stopped coddling. She took a step and approached Han Zigao.

"I'll show you!"

"Huh?" Han Zigao frowned and snorted softly, looking up at the tall man standing in front of him with some doubts.

"I'll show you the wound." Chen Qian repeated again, then squatted down suddenly, facing Han Zigao's side, and put her hand on the hand that was about to close the medicine box.

Han Zigao was stunned for a moment, but after recalling what Chen Qian meant, his head went into a mess.

for him?Chen Qian looked at the injury for him?Medication?Serve...serve him?

"No, no need, a small injury, it will heal in about two days..." His voice gradually weakened, because Chen Qian had already touched his collar.

Han Zigao couldn't see his appearance at this time, but he knew in his heart that his cheeks must be extremely red.

He wanted to stand up, but he didn't know how to do it.Mingming desperately wanted to escape, but his hands and feet froze involuntarily.

"Don't try to run away!" Chen Qian glanced at Han Zigao's flushed cheeks, raised her hand and untied his collar.

A gust of cold wind came in along the suddenly opened collar, Han Zigao shivered slightly, and finally regained control of his body.

"I, I, I will do it myself!" Han Zigao took over Chen Qian's action and unbuttoned it himself.

What's the big deal, isn't it just taking medicine?They're all men, so there's nothing wrong with that!How many times has he administered medicine to Chen Qian...

But it's better to untie the clothes by yourself, otherwise, I always feel extremely... Han Zigao couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, but felt that it was extremely inappropriate.

The buttons on the cyan robe were unbuttoned one by one, and slowly slid down to reveal the blood-stained white underclothes.The blood on the wound hadn't clotted yet, and the cuts of the clothes that had been slashed by the sword hadn't stuck to the wound yet.

Han Zigao paused with his fingertips, hesitating whether to take off his underwear.

"Hurry up, we'll stick together later!" Chen Qian's voice sounded behind him, nothing unusual could be heard, but it made Han Zigao squirm.

Han Zigao felt sad in his heart, and without any hesitation, he pulled the blood-stained underwear from his neck to his waist with a flick of his fingertips.

Chen Qian stood behind him, her Adam's apple moved a few times.

Han Zigao's back was delicate and smooth, but his fair skin was covered with large and small wounds, making it look a bit more abrupt than ordinary people.The bloody mouth was at the end of an old scar, although it only hurt the superficial flesh, it still looked a bit hideous.

He gently sucked the seeping blood with cotton wool, and slid his hot fingertips across the texture of Han Zigao's skin.The body under the fingertips trembled slightly, and it was clearly transmitted to his fingertips. The back was a little thin, but the muscles were well-proportioned, and strength flowed between the outlines.

Translucent medicine powder was sprinkled on the wound, and white gauze was wrapped around the chest.

Chen Qian's hand touched a point on Han Zigao's left chest whether it was intentional or not.

The bit of cornel exposed to the air was slightly hard, but it became a little bit harder the moment Chen Qian touched it with her fingers.

Chen Qian couldn't help but stop, her fingertips froze there.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Chen Qian's breathing became heavier and heavier, and it was very clear in the silent room.

"How does your lord plan what Princess Yuhua said?" Han Zigao's voice suddenly sounded.

From an angle that Chen Qian couldn't see, Han Zigao's face turned red like a boiled shrimp, and his white teeth bit his lips, leaving a circle of whitish marks.

This sentence broke the unclear atmosphere.

Chen Qian took the opportunity to remove her hand casually, pulled the gauze and tied a knot behind Han Zigao's back.

"It happened so suddenly..." Chen Qian was slightly annoyed at her own confusion, and almost put this matter behind her.

His eyes turned slightly on the bright red of Han Zigao's ears, and a few words popped up in his heart: "I'm so obsessed, I'm so dizzy."

Han Zigao stood up and began to put on the underwear around his waist.

"I don't know what about Shang Shu's heirs?" Han Zigao looked up at the man who was a head taller than himself, deliberately ignoring the burning sensation somewhere on his chest.

When Chen Qian heard the words, a trace of coldness gradually appeared on her face: "Six sons, the eldest son is about the same age as me! The youngest son is the weakest year."

Now that the war is victorious, why should we be hostage with Beiqi!

If the proton was replaced by a child from another family, how would Chen Qian care, but it was Chen Xu!

His only brother!

How can he accept it!

The battle situation in Daliang at this time does not need to send protons and Beiqi at all!What they are asking for is that they are not the main beam!This is one of them!

If it is for Anbei Qixin, there are so many people who can choose to be protons, no matter how round it is, it will not be the second brother's turn!This is the second!

Keeping it from herself, if Chen Yan hadn't received the news and reported the letter to herself because of the love she grew up with Chen Xu, I don't know when he would receive the letter!This is the third!

Chen Qian thought about it in her heart, and the anger when she heard the news just now gradually surged up again.

He clenched his knuckles tightly, his fingertips almost sinking into the flesh, and his teeth creaked together.

A pair of hands with a comfortable temperature were held in his clenched hands, and his fingers were slowly but firmly separated.

Han Zigao's clear eyes met Chen Qian's just like that, and his manic heart gradually calmed down unconsciously.

"Northern and garrison, my lord must choose one!" Han Zigao looked at Chen Qian firmly, the warmth in his palm made Chen Qian feel full of strength.

"I want to go north quickly! You handle everything for me temporarily, and I will order Liu Cheng to assist you!" Chen Qian took Han Zigao's hand behind her back, pulled him into her arms, and hugged him tightly, "Don't say no! Liu Cheng is reckless and not good at handling political affairs, you are the most suitable!"

When she felt the person in her arms nodded slightly, Chen Qian let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Zhou Di and Chen Baoying..."

"I know, trust me." Han Zigao broke away from Chen Qian's arms slightly and looked up at him.

"Okay!" Chen Qian took a deep look at Han Zigao, and finally said a word.

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