Drunk King and Minister

The wind is blowing a little bit.

Chen Qian tied her black hair meticulously with a beaded silver crown on her head, and the silver-gray robe on her body was embroidered with gold silk and red borders, making her seriousness a little more festive.

"My lord..." The guard had just spoken when Chen Qian signaled him to keep silent.

A curtain separated the two.

The wind is getting stronger.

The corners of Chen Qian's robe fluttered.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and opened the curtain.

One sat cross-legged on the blanket with his back to him, lost in thought on the table in front of him.

His hair was loose behind him, black and shiny.

Chen Qian approached Han Zigao, moved her fingertips, and bent down to hug him.

"Why didn't you tie your hair up?" He paused for a moment as his eyes fell on the cases.

On the day when he got the crown, the black jade hair crown that I personally brought for him lay on the table, and there was a crack out of thin air. The crack crossed from the middle silver beam and extended to the back of the hair crown.

"Accidentally fell?" Chen Qian hugged Zigao, and reached under his armpit, trying to get the jade crown.

"I fell." The person in his arms suddenly said, with a flat voice.

Chen Qian hesitated for a moment.

After a brief silence, Chen Qian's arms tightened suddenly, her lips carelessly protruded towards Han Zigao's neck, with a hint of panic.

"Zigao, don't be like this. We haven't seen each other for three months. Don't you miss me?" Chen Qian's breathing gradually became quicker, and she reached down to Han Zigao with her right hand.

Han Zigao trembled and struggled violently.

Chen Qian hugged Han Zigao tightly, wrapped her arms around Han Zigao in her arms, and kissed Han Zigao's cheek sideways.

"Don't be like this... Zigao... calm down..."

One struggled with all his might.

One pulled with all his might.

It's like a raging war with seemingly no end in hurting each other.

"Enough! Chen Qian!" Han Zigao hissed as hard as he could.

He has called him lord, called him prince, called him Zihua, and has never called him by his name like this.

"Enough, I'm tired." Han Zigao stopped struggling, sat weakly, and closed his eyes.His chest was still heaving violently because of the struggle just now, and his face was still flushed because of the effort just now.

Han Zigao stopped struggling.

But Chen Qian felt even more hopeless in her heart.

He stood up, moved to Han Zigao, and looked at him.

"Can't you listen to my explanation?" Chen Qian had a sullen look on her face.

Han Zigao closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Wang's father is the governor of Zhongba, Tunqi, Infantry, Yueqi, and Changshui. Do you understand?"

"It's just a political marriage, don't worry about it!"

"So you were married for one month and I didn't know anything about it? So you and the new concubine accompany you every day? So you can take it for granted?" Han Zigao raised his eyes and looked at Chen Qian mockingly.

For a month, he didn't even have the right to know!

Hou An wanted to tell him about it.

Even he knows it!

But he hesitated and finally didn't speak!

Do you think he is pitiful?

Yes, a poor, ridiculous, kept in the dark fool!

Han Zigao is the only one in the world who is a fool!

It's a fool!

Hearing Han Zigao speak, Chen Qian's face showed a trace of relief.

As long as he was willing to talk to him, nothing would happen, and Chen Qian gradually felt at ease.

"Zigao, I didn't come to tell you that you were away fighting. You want me to snub her in the first month of marriage? Well, don't be awkward, it's almost Chinese New Year, don't make me unhappy..."

"What do you think I am?!" Han Zigao interrupted Chen Qian, stood up staggeringly, and looked at him with a sneer, "Do you think I'm making you unhappy?"

"Zigao." Chen Qian frowned, "Stop making trouble."

"You think I'm making trouble?" Han Zigao's heart gradually felt cold.

His hair was disheveled, his expression was a little downcast, and he looked at Chen Qian in disbelief.

Chen Qian's heart softened.

"Zigao, you have always been transparent, why can't you turn a corner. I accept the side concubine just for marriage, if you are unhappy because I treat her well." Chen Qian showed a smile on her face, "That's all done." For others to see, you know who I pretend to be in my heart."

"Do it for others... Do it for others..." Han Zigao murmured.

"Yes! Zigao!" Chen Qian thought that Han Zigao had finally understood, and with a happy face, she took a step forward to hold Han Zigao's hand.

"So I'm the one you're ashamed of in the world, right?" Han Zigao smiled and stared at Chen Qian stubbornly.

Chen Qian had a headache.

"Zigao, no, you..." Chen Qian sighed, "This is between the two of us, why do we have to show it to others?"

"Then why do you want to be seen by the world with that Wang family?" Han Zigao did not back down.

"Why don't you understand!" Chen Qian was so upset in her heart, "You are making trouble for no reason!"

Unreasonable trouble?

He gave him these four words?

His panic, his helplessness, his loss, his pain.

Are they all covered with the words vexatious?

"You say so, I have nothing to say..."

turn around.

The corners of Mo Chi's clothes fluttered lightly, smoothing his untwisted hair.

Chen Qian's heart tightened.

"Zigao!" Hastily stepped forward two steps, grabbing the man's hand hanging by his side, "I, I..."

Han Zigao looked back, with a slight gleam in his eyes.

"I, I'm sorry, I'm impatient." Chen Qian raised her hand, wanting to stroke Han Zigao's messy hair, "I only have you in my heart, isn't that enough?"

enough?

The bright color in Han Zigao's eyes gradually dimmed.

Maybe it was enough before, because he already had a lot of wives and concubines.

He never thought about it before, maybe he didn't dare to think about whether his backyard would be more full in the future.

But he always thought that as long as he could be by Chen Qian's side, he would be satisfied.

He always thought so.

Until he accepted this so-called side concubine.

It was like a merciless thunder, breaking through his self-deception all the time.

Since when has it become less and less enough?

Not just by his side, but the two of them, just the two of them.

More and more selfish, less and less enough.

But he has no choice.

"Zigao." Chen Qian's voice lost the impatience just now, and became more tender, "Don't leave me. You have to believe that in my heart and eyes, you will always be the only one."

Han Zigao looked at Chen Qian blankly.

Chen Qian's fingers passed through his hair, and every inch of touch made him feel the trembling from the depths of his soul.

This man is always so easy, making him hurt, making him chaotic, making him happy, making him helpless and involuntary.

How could he not know the reason why Chen Qian accepted the concubine.

But it is because the more I understand, the more clearly I can see the uselessness in my bones.

He is useless, he is incompetent.

If he is so strong that Chen Qian doesn't need to rely on marriage to get what he wants, if he is so strong that Chen Qian only needs to have him, Han Zigao, and she can do nothing...

His incompetence is in exchange for Chen Qian's ruthlessness towards him, right?

"Zigao..."

Those strong arms hugged her into her arms, as warm and broad as ever.

Let him be so reluctant...

Han Zigao was still at a loss.

Chen Qian, Chen Qian, whether you have feelings for Han Zigao or not, he began to be unable to see through, understand, and calm down.

The person in his arms kept his eyes down and didn't speak, like a puppet.

Chen Qian began to panic again.

"Zigao, can you say something? How can you forgive me?"

Chen Qian put her hand on Han Zigao's shoulder, her eyes were full of worry.

That worry made Han Zigao's heart start to grow a kind of madness, a kind of madness that he never dared to imagine.

"Do you remember, you said a word?" Han Zi raised his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly the joy and anger in his eyes.

"What?" Chen Qian's eyes flashed with joy, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you are the emperor, I will be the queen."

The hands behind her tightened suddenly.

If you are the emperor, I will be the queen.

In the spring tent that day, the affection was strong.

He whispered in his ear.

"If I am the emperor, I will make you the queen, okay?"

The person under him clasped his limbs tightly back and seemed to respond lightly.

"it is good."

The old things are brought up again, but they are no longer the same.

The whispered love on the bed curtain was never the same as Han Zigao's pressing questions at this time.

Not even similarity.

"..." Chen Qian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"What are you running away from again? I just asked you if you remember something, so you want to run away from here?"

Chen Qian took a deep breath: "Remember!"

"Will you fulfill your promise?" A smile appeared on Han Zigao's face, as if it was already that day, he took his hand and told the world that he, Han Zigao, was Chen Qian's heir.

stunned.

Chen Qian only had astonishment on her face.

"Zi, Zi Gao..."

What should he say?

What can he say?

Said it was just a fad?Say that's impossible?Said it would be a joke through the ages?

If you have something, you don't need to say it.

It would be even more unbearable to say it out.

The smile on Han Zigao's face slowly shattered.

Yes, he also knew that he was delusional.

Chen Qian didn't use an empty promise to perfuse herself, isn't it, is it his luck?

But why, somewhere in his heart, the pain made it hard for him to breathe?

long silence.

"If you were a daughter, no matter what, I would make you my queen."

Chen Qian's voice was hoarse.

If it is a daughter?

How can you be so cruel?

If you want me to go up the mountain of knives, into the sea of ​​fire, into the frying pan, maybe I can give it a try.

Can be a daughter?

A nihilistic, ethereal, never-to-be-realized thing called "hope".

This kind of hope is better than despair!

Han Zigao felt extremely ironic and disgusted.

Laughing at such "hope" and loathing such a self.

He was very clear in his heart that at this moment, he was no different from a scoundrel.

Speak wild words, disregard ethics, and abandon the precepts of the ancestors.

But, with all his face and dignity, he begged for the redemption he said.

Even if he knew it himself, there was no hope.

"I'm sorry, I'm being rude."

Before the words finished, Han Zigao's figure had disappeared outside the tent.

This time, Chen Qian didn't keep him.

The author has something to say:

Love is selfish.