Drunk King and Minister

The bright moon hangs high, and the night is dark.

This is a waterway.

The big boat moved forward steadily in the water, and the lanterns around the boat reflected a circle of bright light on the river water around the boat. As the boat moved forward, the circle of river water was broken and closed, broken and closed again, leaving a string of broken pieces. Crystal splashes.

The sound of orderly footsteps was vaguely heard outside the door, it was soldiers on patrol.

Chen Qian squinted her eyes, as if staring carefully at the teacup by the table.

The boat is very stable, but the water in the teacup can still see slight fluctuations.

The conversation I overheard at noon came back to my ears again. "Why does your lord love and trust Mr. Han so much?"

"That's right, I've been with you for nearly four years, and I've never seen you treat anyone so well."

"Hey, do you remember that girl a year ago, but she was heartbroken by adults."

"That Mr. Han looks like a woman, he can be ashamed as a wild goose, ashamed as a moon."

"That's Shen Yuluoyan, the shameful flower in the closed moon."

"Yes, yes, hey, tell me, your lord won't fall in love with that kid and want to take it for him... Then what, huh?!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense like this, let's go, don't you want your head?"

……

"Sinking fish and wild geese, closed moon is shameful." Chen Qian smiled and shook her head, "If Ah Man knew that others said that about him, there would probably be a fight, haha."

The smile on his face soon calmed down.

The grown-ups won't be looking at that kid...

The teacup tilted, and hot tea splashed onto Chen Qian's hand.

The chatter of a few servants made me a little dazed for a long time, and I lost to Ah Man in the chess game at noon.

"Hiss..." Chen Qian lightly rubbed her temples with her middle finger.

My head hurts slightly, I'd better rest early.

As for the broken words of those servants...the government should really strengthen the rules...this thing.

If Ah Man heard these broken words, with his temper, he might create a gap with himself.

As for him, Chen Qian, can he consider treating others better in the future, so that if he wants to make friends, he will not be misunderstood.

Chen Qian shook her head helplessly and fell asleep with her sword in her arms.

Kuaiji.

The wind was strong, and the barbarian's hair was blown away by the wind, flaring and swaying.

The white robe was blown close to him by the wind, outlining the young man's slender and straight figure.

Chen Qian not far away frowned slightly.

That kind of sadness is too strong.Ah Man in the strong wind seemed to leave with the wind at any time.

An inexplicable anxiety surged in Chen Qian's heart.

"Aman..." The man's name was unconsciously shouted out of his mouth.

The barbarian didn't look back.

Chen Qian suddenly felt uneasy.He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say or what to ask.Ask who is lying in the tomb?Ask why?Ask him what's his plan?

Chen Qian has never been an indecisive person.But at this moment, he hesitated.

The barbarian spoke suddenly. "My father adopted me when I was seven years old. Although he was an adopted son, he treated me like his own child. That was the happiest feeling I have ever had in my memory." Manzi's voice was very soft, as if swimming in a dream With a sense of trance.

"But..." Chen Qian saw the young man's hand clenched into a fist, pressing hard against his leg.His voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth. "He was killed by the rebel army!! Not only my father, but also many people, many people in our village!! Burned, killed, looted and raped..." Manzi took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

"The world is in chaos, and the people who suffer will always be the common people. The superiors only know how to fight, only know that the strength of the army represents strength, and only know how to strengthen the army to prosper power. How many people really have strict military discipline? How many people have strict military discipline? To turn a blind eye? How many people only want to grab the territory but never think about the people on his territory?!" Barbarian roared as if venting.

He has no choice, he can only roar, he has no choice...

Chen Qian silently looked at the extremely fragile barbarian at that moment.There is no strong disguised barbarian, no calm disguised barbarian, no pretended barbarian who smiles lightly.

Of course, he is aware of the chaos and disintegration of the army, he is very clear.

However, he won't take care of it, as long as it doesn't go too far, neither he nor they will take care of it.

Burning, killing, looting and rape, is it... too much?A trace of bewilderment flashed in Chen Qian's eyes.

Soldiers struggle on the line of life and death every day. The pressure of war and death follow everywhere.

They need to let off steam, and everyone needs to let off steam.

High-ranking generals can play with women, and troops with good conditions have military prostitutes, so they can go to brothels for small money.

However, based on certain conditions and circumstances, burning, killing, looting and rape, the most direct sensory stimulation, is the best way to vent.

Don't tell him that those who win the hearts of the people win the world.This popular opinion is not the popular opinion of all people, only the useful popular opinion can be regarded as the popular opinion.

For example, the hearts of the people in large towns.

For example, the hearts of those sour scholars.

Another example is those people who are in their prime, or will enter their prime in the near future.

As for people in remote areas, or very small people, their injuries have never been in his calculations.

Because of those, it will not affect his regime, his status, or his reputation at all.

On the contrary, if you discipline the army and punish the soldiers for these things, the loss outweighs the gain.

Where did these notions, these thoughts, come from?

It seems that no one has ever deliberately taught themselves.It seems that these are all taken for granted.

Take it for granted?

Chen Qian has never thought about these things. He thinks about a lot of things every day, and these things have never been within the scope of his thinking.

However, the person in front of him is in so much pain.

Is it true that there are still many people who suffer so much?Do you hate those armies and the leaders of those armies so much?

He, Chen Qian, did he do something wrong, or rather, did he think wrong?

But everyone thinks this way, so people like him.

"You..." Chen Qian heard her voice hoarse, "Who do you think is to blame? Who...to hate?"

"Who is to blame? Who is to hate? I want to know too, I want to know too. I've been asking myself this question for five years!" Manzi smiled wryly, "Soldiers? Maybe the group of soldiers died long ago. The leader of the army? Maybe they didn't know it, or maybe they didn't think it was a big mistake!! I don't know, I don't know who to blame, so I don't know how to avenge my father, I don't know how to avenge ..." Manzi calmed down.

"That year, I vowed to join the army and kill those evil soldiers. Later, I realized that all soldiers will become evil soldiers. It just depends on when and under what circumstances. What can I change? I can't do anything .Unless there are no chaotic armies, no wars, no warlords, the world will be unified! This world will be safe and healthy!!"

The barbarian was a little hysterical.

There was an inexplicable light in Chen Qian's eyes.

His heart was pounding, and the blood all over his body rushed to his chest.

The world is united.

That densely buried word in the bottom of my heart that I rarely translate.

If the world is unified.

If it's him, it's Chen Qian.

Manzi panted, belatedly remembering what he had just said.

He glanced sideways at Chen Qian.Gradually calm down. "Sorry, I overstepped."

silence.

a long time.

"If you don't join the army, you won't even have this opportunity. You know, your hope is inseparable from good soldiers and good generals." Chen Qian's eyes sparkled, and there was a hint of a smile on her mouth.

Manzi was a little dazed.

Chen Qian put away her smile.

He and the Manzi looked at each other and paused every word. "Han Manzi, if you wish, follow me."

This sentence alone is enough.He knows, he understands.

In Manzi's eyes, starlight flashed.

He lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down on one knee.

"Caomin thank you for your kindness."

At that moment, the despair and pain in his body disappeared completely.

This is Han Manzi, this is the Ah Man he knew.

Chen Qian's heart was beating even more joyfully.