Drunk King and Minister

Han Zigao was still a little worried about Zhou Wenyu's side.

"Don't worry, General Zhou was in the same situation as you back then, even more helpless than you." Hou An glanced lightly at Zhou Wenyu in the distance, "When he was young, he was also the one that princes from all over the world wanted to win over. The brave general, his wife and children also lost their lives because they were coerced as hostages. He couldn't understand the pain very well."

"So, as long as I tell him that you don't want to be a general and a marquis, but just want to be in a corner, he won't make things difficult for you." Hou An smiled and looked at Han Zigao.

"Thank you very much then."

"You don't need to look outside like this." Hou Andu's eyes darkened, "Let's go, let's go to Beijing."

"Will the emperor blame you?" Han Zigao felt a little uneasy, he didn't know Chen Baxian, and he didn't know how Chen Baxian would react after being defeated by Hou'an this time.

Hou An was overjoyed that he was caring about him.

"Don't worry, the new emperor is coming soon, there are not many generals available in the court, and this defeat will implicate me and General Zhou, he will not be too embarrassing."

The face-to-face matter went very smoothly.

As Hou Andu expected, Chen Baxian did not question the two chief generals.

"Nian, General Zhou Wenyu of Pingxi, and General of Zhenbei Hou Andu. They have made great achievements in the battle, devoted themselves to death, and vowed not to surrender. Therefore, they are pardoned and the officials are reinstated. This is my honor!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!"

In addition to the reinstatement of Hou Andu and Zhou Wenyu, Xiong Tanlang was granted the title of General Ningyuan for his meritorious service in resisting Wang Lin, the title of Marquis of Yonghua County, one thousand households in the city, and the second division of Kaifu Yitong.

After leaving the gate of the palace, Han Zigao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you regret it? Those credits should belong to you?" The man under the sun breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had shaken off some important shackles. Not a trace of resentment?

Han Zigao looked back and smiled, then turned his head away.

That momentary smile seems to melt the ice of the whole winter.

Hou An was slightly distracted, looking at Han Zigao's back with some infatuation in his eyes.

"Look." Han Zigao didn't look back, and pointed to the sky outside the palace wall, "The sky here is so blue."

A hundred times bluer than the walls within the palace walls.

It is a thousand times bluer than the sky on the court.

However, if you follow Chen Qian, when that day comes, don't you have to face the sky in the palace wall, the sky in the hall every day...

Hou An turned this sentence around several times in his mouth, but he didn't say it in the end.

mid-June.

The two riders arrived at the fork of the post road. There were two roads, one towards Wu Xing and the other towards Danyang.

"Farewell to Zigao, Brother Hou, take care!" Han Zigao had a bright smile on his face.

It was a smile he hadn't seen all year.

Hou An knew in his heart that he was happy for the return journey, so he couldn't help feeling a little bitter.

"……Take care of yourself."

One person and one horse were getting farther and farther on the post road, the fine scales outside the black armor reflected the sunlight, and the armor was raised behind with the movement, revealing the red inner material.

A smile appeared on the corner of Hou Andu's mouth. Fortunately, he liked that armor.

On his body is (zhuo) the armor given by him by Hou Andu.

Since you forgot the wine bag, I will let you remember this armor.

I want you to remember the name Hou Andu once you see this armor.

"General, are you leaving?"

Hou An withdrew his gaze, with an unclear expression on his face: "Let's go."

Han Zigao arrived in Wuxing on the first day of July.

July [-]st is a special day for him.

On this day, he wanted to be with Chen Qian.

"Drive! Drive!" The plaque of the County Prince's Mansion was faintly visible, and Han Zigao's whip that had just been riding the horse slowed down involuntarily.

"Hoo!" Han Zigao stopped when he was a few hundred meters away from the Prince's Mansion. He got off his horse and was in a daze for a while.

He can't wait to rush over at this time, but he can't wait to turn around and leave.

This is the case with the feeling of being close to the countryside.

Han Zigao squeezed his hands and walked step by step in the direction of the Prince's Mansion.

Strangely, no one stopped him along the way, and no one informed him.

Han Zigao was puzzled, and went straight to the place where Chen Qian was most likely to be - the study.

He paused - there were no guards outside the study.

what happened?

Han Zigao frowned, and quickened his pace worriedly.

"Zihua! Zi..." Han Zigao's voice paused, and he looked at the man standing still with his back facing him in the study with some surprise. His tall and strong body was wrapped in a purple robe, which outlined a narrow and powerful figure. A white jade pendant hung on her waist, her long hair was untied, hanging behind the purple dress, touching her waist.

"...Hua..." Han Zigao's heart was pounding, and he opened his lips to spit out the syllable that Fang Shi disappeared due to surprise, and a burst of joy gradually surged in his heart.

Him, waiting for him?

He retreated from the crowd, were they waiting for him?

"Why did you come back?" Chen Qian said suddenly.

His voice was deep and deep, not asking, but simply narrating.

Han Zigao's pupils flashed.

Han Zigao, do you dare to bet...

Hou Andu's voice rang in his ears like a spell.

"I, I'm back." Han Zigao moved his Adam's apple and took a light step forward.

"Why did you come back?"

The same words, the same flat tone.

Han Zigao suddenly panicked, and that panic drove him to flee quickly, as if warning him that if he didn't leave, something he didn't want to see would happen...

Han Zigao paused slightly, but still took a step forward.

"Zihua, what's wrong with you? I'm back..."

"I asked why you came back!!!" The man in front of him suddenly turned around and yelled at him hysterically.

His face was livid, and there was a dark storm in his eyes, and his roar was like a mask with teeth and claws, making Han Zigao take two steps back uncontrollably.

There was a sharp pain in my shoulder.

Chen Qian's hand tightly grasped Han Zigao's shoulder, her five fingers almost sank into it.

"Why! What! What! Want! Come back! Come!" His cheek was only a few feet away from Han Zigao's cheek, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words that repeated the four sides one by one.

Hou Andu's voice rang in his ears again.

Do you dare to bet, whether he will think that you betrayed him...

If you haven't contacted him for a year...

Dare you bet...

He said "yes"...

Han Zigao stood there in a daze, while Chen Qian was still shaking his shoulders.

"Speak! You speak! Why don't you speak!! Why don't you speak!!!"

Han Zigao slowly raised his hand and caressed Chen Qian's cheek.

The man who was furious a moment ago became quiet in an instant.

"you lost weight."

The next moment, a strong force from his back pushed him into Chen Qian's arms.

He slammed into Chen Qian's chest hard, and the palm on his back was scorching hot.

"You didn't, you didn't betray me, did you? You didn't betray me, did you?" Chen Qian hugged the person in her arms tightly, repeating every sentence.

But the person in his arms didn't say a word.

Chen Qian touched Han Zigao's cheek anxiously, and looked into his eyes uneasily: "Why don't you talk, talk, say you don't, say you don't."

Han Zigao looked at the unpredictable Chen Qian, and suddenly felt a little tired.

"Say you didn't, say you didn't! Say you didn't!!" Chen Qian's voice became louder and louder, almost yelling hysterically again.

At this moment, Han Zigao, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"Why do you have to listen to me for the answer?" He raised his hand to cover Chen Qian's heaving chest, "Why do you listen with your ears instead of your heart?"

Chen Qian's Adam's apple rolled violently a few times.

Han Zigao suddenly laughed.

That smile made Chen Qian even more anxious.

"Still, in your heart, you are thinking of another answer..."

"I do not have!!"

"What are you denying so quickly..." Han Zigao sighed, "You don't have to lie to yourself."

"I didn't!!" Chen Qian took two steps back, walking back and forth anxiously, "You are always like this! You never explain to me! Why don't you explain to me! Explain to me!"

He turned his head abruptly and stared at Han Zigao, with a hint of red in his eyes.

Han Zigao's lips moved.

Chen Qian's eyes lit up.

But Han Zigao didn't speak in the end.

Explanation? !

If you believe, I don't need to explain, you will understand.

If you don't believe it, I still don't need to explain it, you will still doubt it.

To explain such a thing is born with doubt.

If you don't believe me, I don't have the need to explain...and the courage.

There was already a trace of injury in Chen Qian's eyes: "Could it be that you really..."

Han Zigao stood there quietly, moved his fingertips, and closed his eyes.

"Han Zigao!!" Chen Qian's expression almost split, "No! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!!"

"Go! Go! Go!!!" Chen Qian pointed to the door and turned around.

Han Zigao took a deep look at Chen Qian, who had his back turned to him, and left without looking back.

He didn't end up saying "you betrayed me" with certainty.

Han Zigao walked slowly.

From the study room, to the corridor, to the courtyard, to the mansion gate.

I saw him for the first time in the first year of Chengsheng, followed him more in the second year of Chengsheng, and then in the second year of Yongding.

He has known him for six years.

Leaving aside the year when he met and followed him by chance, and the year when he was away fighting with Andu, they can be counted as four years together day and night.

For four years, he doubted him, but he didn't want to believe that he betrayed him.

Han Zigao didn't know whether he should be thankful or not...

"Hey, wait!" A clear and clear child's voice suddenly came from behind.

Han Zigao turned his head and looked at the visitor, in a daze.

"The medicine king?"

"Bold! How dare you call your son by his name!" An eleven or twelve-year-old bookboy beside him held a bag of books and scolded with raised eyebrows.

"What are you shouting for! I recognize him!" Chen Bozong gave the book boy a slap in the face.

The bookboy shrank his neck in aggrieved way.

Han Zigao saw it, and the depression in his heart eased a little, and the corner of his mouth hooked up: "It's okay. You... are you almost four years old?"

Yao Wangsheng was plump, with ruddy and lovely cheeks. At this time, his mouth pouted, and the unhappiness in his eyes could not be concealed: "I am almost five years old..."

Han Zigao was stunned for a moment, and squatted down: "I'm sorry, I remembered wrongly. Do you still remember that I hugged you?"

Yao Wang blinked and looked at Han Zigao suspiciously.

"You don't remember..." Han Zigao sighed slightly and thought again, "Then why do you say you know me?"

"I've seen you in the paintings in my father's study."