Drunk King and Minister

Chen Qian carried Han Zigao and went straight to a courtyard in the suburbs before stopping.

Han Zigao was a little disgusted by bumps along the way, and was always ignored when talking to Chen Qian. He felt depressed, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he couldn't help but returned his hand and wanted to give Chen Qian a slap.

As a result, Chen Qian just stood there with no intention of dodging and fighting back.

Han Zigao's movements still froze when he was about to approach him.

He secretly despised himself, and looked at Chen Qian with a cold face: "Tell me, what are you bringing me here for?"

Maybe it was because of drinking, Chen Qian's eyes were so bright in the night, he grabbed Han Zigao's sleeve without saying a word, dragged him to the courtyard.

Han Zigao didn't notice it for a while, and staggered when he was pulled. He was about to watch Chen Qian's pulling, but he froze when his eyes touched the courtyard plaque.

Mansion.

Han Zigao's heart skipped a beat.

Is it...

He shook his head, dismissing the obviously unreliable thought.

When he came back to his senses, he had followed Chen Qian's footsteps into the courtyard.

"Master." A man dressed as a butler held a lamp and led the way aside, casting curious glances at Han Zigao from time to time.

"Call all the servants to the hall and recognize your master." Chen Qian's voice was hoarse, and her mouth was reeking of alcohol.

The butler paused for a moment on Han Zigao, and suddenly realized: "Master?! Yes, yes, right now, little one."

The butler ran away as soon as he said that.

"Chen Qian! What are you doing!" Han Zigao stopped in his tracks.Could it be that his absurd guess was answered?

"This is your mansion." Chen Qian held onto Han Zigao's sleeves tightly, her eyes bright, "It's your mansion."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Han Zigao frowned, seriously suspecting that the person in front of him was already drunk.

"Of course I know. Come with me, don't ask, don't refuse, don't object." Chen Qian's fingers tightened a little more.

Of course Han Zigao could feel the strength of the hand on his sleeve.

Obviously worried that he would object, but still use such a domineering tone that cannot be opposed...

Han Zigao sighed softly and followed Chen Qian into the hall without speaking.

Soon, all the servants came.

"This is your main house."

Standing in the hall, Chen Qian watched with a solemn expression as the servants raised their luggage to Han Zi one by one, carrying them like a door god.

Han Zigao waved his hands back a few times uncomfortably, but found that if he returned the salute, it would make them even more uncomfortable, so he stopped moving and let the servants come forward to salute one by one.

He glanced sideways at Chen Qian's appearance.

Sure enough, he was playing drunk...Let him go, otherwise he will lose his temper if he is unhappy.

The servants came and went, Chen Qian waved her hands to signal them to leave.

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of the servants, Han Zigao felt a headache.While saying that other people are the master, and at the same time dispatching the servants in front of the master, I am afraid that those servants are all confused-who is the master.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Han Zigao stood up and started to walk.

Chen Qian moved faster, and within a few steps, she reached the door and closed it.

turn around.

stare.

"I'm not drunk."

Han Zigao couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"You won the crown today, have you forgotten?" Chen Qian's hoarse voice came from five meters away, but it entered Han Zigao's heart in an instant.

Han Zigao stared blankly at the man with bright eyes.

His purple robe was still on, probably because it was a little messy because he was taken to the courtyard, and the button at the collar was undone, which was far from his usual solemn appearance.

Han Zigao could hardly hear his own voice.

"you remember?"

Chen Qian came forward slowly and took out something from her bosom.

Han Zigao fixed his eyes and saw that it was a jade crown with hair tied up.The jade crown is made of black jade. The ink color flows very well. It is carved with complex embossed patterns, which are extremely exquisite. A finger-wide silver vertical stripe is inlaid in the black jade. The ink and silver complement each other, gorgeous and elegant. , exquisite without losing the atmosphere.

Han Zigao slowly raised his eyes, the scene in front of him was a little blurry.

A feeling of joy or sigh surged in his chest, making his throat dry and unable to say a word.

"I'll bring it for you." Chen Qian took Han Zigao's hand and pulled him to the bronze mirror.

Han Zigao sat on the wooden chair, looking at the people behind him through the dim bronze mirror.

His movements were a little clumsy, and the wooden comb pulled his hair from time to time when he combed his hair. Every time at this time, he smiled at himself in the mirror a little helplessly and panicked.

The corners of Han Zigao's mouth curled up involuntarily, watching Chen Qian's movements quietly.

The self in the mirror seems to be a different person, the eyes are soft and overflowing, even if the bronze mirror is blurred, it can't stop the tenderness in the gaze.

Han Zigao sighed inwardly.

He lost to the person behind him, completely lost.

No matter how much grievance, no matter how sad, they all disappeared with the clumsy movements behind his head.

Chen Qian finally put the hair crown on Han Zigao's head in a twisted way.

He bent down slowly and hugged Han Zigao from behind.

"I prepared these a year ago. I just waited for you to reach the crown. I waited and waited, but I couldn't even wait for your news. Zigao, will you leave me?"

The tall man in the mirror bent his back, buried his head on the side of his neck, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Han Zigao turned his head sideways.

Their cheeks were almost touching.

Han Zigao gently stroked Chen Qian's resolute face: "Look at me in a mirror."

As soon as the words fell, they were overwhelmed by the surging kisses.

Chen Qian frantically sucked oxygen from Han Zigao's mouth like a dying fish.He hugged Han Zigao tightly with one hand, and raised his hand to press on the back of Han Zigao's head.

Han Zigao felt as if he had fallen into a ball of fire. The fire was burning fiercely, from his lips, to his neck, to his chest, to every part of his body...

Under the candlelight, the figure with lips and teeth moving, the tall man stood up, hugged the thinner man in his arms, and strode towards the bed curtain.

A purple coat, a dark red robe, and a snow-white inner garment.

One after another, they fell on the stone slab beside the bed curtain.

Han Zigao didn't know where he was, he only knew that the hot chest that was pressed against him was his only bond in this lonely world.

The nose is still filled with the smell of wine on his body, and the slightest smell of wine is like the hottest love medicine, crackling and burning the hot air in an instant.

"Call my name, call my name." The hoarse voice sprayed hot air on his back.

"Zihua... Zi... Hua..."

"Aman..." The man sighed, and without warning, he moved, drove, straight, and entered.

"Hmm..." Han Zigao let out a pain, and grabbed the silk cloth under his body tightly.

A soft kiss fell on his neck, full of pity and comfort.

On the table, white candles were burning quietly, and the candlelight was faint, just like the pair of entangled figures.

Can't tell you from me...

In a blur of consciousness, Han Zigao seemed to hear a hoarse voice whispering in his ear.

"If I am the emperor, I will make you the empress, okay..."

He rubbed the fiery palm, clasped his fingers tightly, and trembled slightly with the trembling of his body.

"it is good……"

Whatever you say is fine.

Whether true or not, possible or not, I will hold your hand and say hello.

I lost to you.

Be it heart or body.

Thoroughly.

The author has something to say:

It was the first time for Han Zigao and Chen Qian. (The time Chen Qian detoxified Han Zigao, I am not going to let Han Zigao know, maybe I will change my mind in the future. After all, generally speaking, Chen Qian attacked Han Zigao.)

I chose the day when I was crowned, what do you think?