Drunk King and Minister

The night is cool, and the moonlight turns into frost.

The General's Mansion was a bit noisy, people filed in and out, all with their heads down, not daring to make a sound, for fear of offending someone, the bloody gauze in the basin held by the maid was very glaring.

"How could this happen! How could this happen!!" The furious man was like an angry lion, as if he was about to pounce on his prey in the next moment.

"Your Majesty, General Han Bo's neck has not healed from a serious injury. This sword not only added a new wound, but also touched an old wound. Moreover, the general's chest is stagnant, and his pulse is unstable. The blood can't be stopped!"

The serious injury in the neck has not healed...

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

There was a loud "bang" on the door, and someone kicked it open from the outside.

The woman's face was full of anger, and her eyes were full of resentment.

"Chen Qian! Do you have any heart! He is risking his life for your country, how can you!! Let me go..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was held back by the guards and dragged her out.

"Let her talk." Chen Qian took a step forward, fixedly looking at Su Ziyi, whose face was full of tears, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Su Ziyi shook off the hand of the guard holding her sleeve, and stared at Chen Qian: "Why are you so hypocritical! You want him to die so much! You really have no heart! You are forcing him to die step by step..."

"Say!!" His voice was as if he had been immersed in a pool of icy water ten times in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and his expression was as furious as the most ferocious beast facing the enemy.

With just one sound, Su Ziyi's resentment was completely frightened away.

"When he was conquering Liuyi, he was seriously injured. A long arrow pierced through his left arm, and his neck... pierced through the arrow of the arrow, and he came over from the gate of hell. So far...he has never recovered... ..."

"He didn't want to write about it in the military newspaper, he only said he was slightly injured..."

"Since that injury, he has been afraid of the cold. He needs to cover his neck with a long poncho from time to time, otherwise, he will feel the bone-biting pain of ant bites..."

Su Ziyi was still crying and talking, the more she talked, the more the resentment that Chen Qian had scared off grew stronger again.

"What do you have that deserves him to do this for you? You have never seen all the things he has done for you! You really don't deserve it, you really don't deserve it!"

Chen Qian's face was hidden in the shadow of the light, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Ah..." Su Ziyi cried out in pain, but the guard heard her disrespectful words and kicked her to the ground.

"Your Majesty!" There was an exclamation from outside the door, and another person hurried in.

"My fiancée doesn't know how to be polite, please forgive me by the emperor." Hou Andu pleaded, his subordinates had already supported Su Ziyi, and with a frown, he told the guards who were holding Su Ziyi to take two steps back.

Chen Qian seemed to have seen nothing, still standing silently.

In the distance, there is also a person standing under the tree, as if wanting to merge with the night.In this bustling general's mansion, he is an outsider, an unwelcome person, an ignored person, ignored by everyone.

He thought he should be happy, the sword hit Han Zigao's shoulder, judging from the current situation, maybe he couldn't survive it.

He thought he should be happy.

Han Zigao might die, and he couldn't be blamed for this - he hit the sword himself.

Han Zigao might die, he should be happy.

However, he couldn't be happy...

"This is a letter." Su Ziyi took out a letter from his arms with trembling hands, "He couldn't speak at that time, and he was holding his sick body to write these things on the paper. He was afraid...he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on. When I can speak..."

Su Ziyi put the letter on the table: "But after he finished writing, he asked me to burn the letter. I secretly kept it."

Chen Qian stretched out her hand, and gradually stroked the wrinkled letter with her fingers.

"He doesn't want you to feel guilty or sad, but I want to! I want you to regret it!" Su Ziyi was a little unsteady, and the smell of blood on her nose reminded her of the situation that night she was more afraid of than a nightmare.

Supporting himself strongly with both hands.

Hou Andu's profile, at some point, gradually gave her a sense of security and strength...

"If something happens to him, I want you... to be restless forever!"

Chen Qian couldn't remember when Su Ziyi was dragged out by Hou Andu.

It seemed that when he came to his senses, he was already sitting by the man's bed, holding the crumpled letter in his hand.

The bleeding finally stopped, but the imperial doctor said that this new injury added to the old injury, his body became weaker, and he was afraid that he would be lingering on this sick bed for several months.

A hot candlestick was burning beside the bed to prevent the people on the bed from catching cold.

Under the bright candlelight, the wound on the fair-skinned jade neck was too horrifying, and the fingertips came closer, but still dared not touch it.

The rustling pages and the crumpled letter paper unfolded little by little.

In recent years, he has always been reluctant to listen to him talk, for fear that if he listens too much, his heart will soften.He kept telling himself that his current status was different from the past, that he could no longer be addicted to a man, and that he could no longer get distracted and overturn the conclusion just because of a few words from him.

The courtiers who are hypocritical and submissive, the intricate power clan, the vassal king with undercurrents, and even the harem are bloody and bloody.

He really felt that being an emperor was a thousand times more tiring than doing anything else.

He gradually stopped trusting many people, and only believed what he found.

He believed him too, but for some reason, accident after accident, one thing after another, seemed to be telling him——

You are the emperor, you can't trust anyone with all your heart.

anyone.

When he noticed that the two were walking farther and farther, he was not panicked, was he not confused.He knew that he should actually have a good talk with this person, since he took the throne, they haven't had a good talk for a long time.

But he is too busy, busy with innovation, busy with changing dynasties, busy with raising and lowering rewards and punishments, busy dealing with feudal lords, busy dealing with Northern Qi and Northern Zhou, busy doing many things...

He always took it for granted that this person would understand him, but he didn't want to, just unknowingly, step by step.

This far, it can no longer clean up.

In today's situation, whose fault is it...

In the past, he had no time, nor was he willing, nor dared to listen to him talk to himself carefully, but he never thought that one day, he would read his letter under such circumstances—a letter he wrote to himself. The farewell letter I once thought.

The hand on the letter paper gradually trembled, and he seemed to be able to see every sentence he read. This person was seriously injured and unable to speak, and he wrote the letter word by word while supporting his sick body.

"...I was born in a lowly life. I never begged in vain. I only did what I had to do and kept what I had to keep. But the only erroneous begging in my life still came. Begging for you was the biggest mistake I ever made. I was stunned by the mistake, even if I knew it was wrong at this moment, I didn't feel any remorse or remorse because of this mistake..."

"...Actually, I don't understand. There are so many opportunities in front of me, but I never take advantage of them. Every time I develop some courage, I feel wronged. Now that I think about it, what wronged me? After all, you are human, can't you see through it? God in my heart, I still think you are too perfect, too powerful, we are all ordinary people..."

He separated one hand and grabbed the pale and slender hand on the side of the bed.

Yes, we are all laymen, especially me.

I have never seen the pain under your plain eyes.

"...When I entered Liu's Mansion at the age of 11, I covered my face. I didn't see my true face until something happened and I was sent to Cao's Mansion. I was young at that time. When I returned to Liu's Mansion, I only wanted revenge, but few Only this appearance is worth it, and I used the excuse of abstaining from desire to wait for how long it would last, maybe it’s God’s pity, Jiankang is in chaos..."

"...I often think these days, the Han Manzi you once fell in love with, how much is the appearance, how much is the thing in the skin, and how much is the chastity you care about. If I were really placed under someone else , you really care so much..."

The knuckles gradually turned white, and Chen Qian seemed to hear the trembling in her voice: "I care, but I care more about you lying to me, and more care about your selflessness in your eyes. I am really afraid, your affection for me But for my own future..."

The knuckles in his hand trembled slightly.

"I don't know, I don't know why I became like this..."

Suspicious, repetitive, precautionary, staying out of the way...

"You can hear me now, can't you? Zigao, I really don't know what I should do. I can't, I can't let myself go wholeheartedly. It makes me feel dangerous."

The emperor's weakness is too obvious and dangerous.

Chen Qian closed her eyes and calmed down a little, but she looked down at the letter again.

"... Whenever I feel sad, I use some memories to drink poison to quench my thirst, but it becomes more and more desolate..."

"...Even if I can't continue my love, I would like to follow you and repay your kindness..."

In the silent room, only shallow breathing and the occasional crackling of candlesticks were heard.

Chen Qian raised her hand, carefully put the letter paper in her bosom, and picked up the corner of the quilt again.

What should I do, Zigao, how should I...

The sky is gradually turning pale.

Han Zigao didn't know how long he had slept, he seemed to be sleeping very deeply, but he was very clearly aware of someone talking in his ear.

How long has it been since you heard that rambling voice, that familiar voice?

"Are you awake?" The person next to the bed seemed to wake up, looking at him with undisguised joy in his eyes, "My name is the imperial doctor..."

"Zihua..." Han Zigao heard his own voice.

Unusually calm.

Chen Qian looked at him, her heart skipped a beat.

"Don't say it! Listen to me!" Chen Qian blocked Han Zigao's lips almost childishly, "I will make up for what I did wrong! Don't be disappointed in me, okay?"

The lips under the palm moved, and there was a slight frown between the brows.

Chen Qian moved away in a panic: "Don't be angry, just say it..."

Han Zigao decided to look at him.

"How to make up for it?"

Chen Qian's eyes brightened: "In the future, I will definitely trust you with all my heart as I did before."

"Will you still marry a concubine?"

Chen Qian froze, and suddenly felt that the person in front of her was like a child who was having trouble, so she couldn't help but smiled slightly.

"You, why are you thinking about these things? Don't worry about those women. What I give them can be taken back at any time, but..."

"What do you want to give me that I can't take back?" Han Zigao narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was too flat.

"I will give you the right, the right to be under one person and over ten thousand people. I can make no one in this court dare to say that you are wrong..."

"That's something you can take back at any time."

Chen Qian stopped talking and fixedly looked at Han Zigao.

He thought, he said the wrong thing again.

"...You know, Zigao, you know my affection for you, you are special and the only one..."

Han Zigao sighed and interrupted Chen Qian.

You have never understood what lies between the two of us...

"Zihua, don't you understand? As long as you sit on the throne for a day, there will always be a hundred misunderstandings and a thousand suspicions."

Chen Qian frowned, and there was a hint of puzzlement between her brows.

"I shouldn't have misunderstood you before, but I won't in the future..."

"She didn't burn the letter, but gave it to you." The questioning voice was affirmative, "I want to ask you, if I hadn't been seriously injured, if you hadn't read the letter, what would you have done?"

What will happen?

Chen Qian's eyes were so penetrating that he couldn't hide for a moment.

"Zihua, you understand, we can't go back."

"No!" Chen Qian stood up suddenly, "We can! I say yes! When we were in Wuxing and Nanzha, we had misunderstandings and conflicts. Didn't we come over? We will get better in the future, I will ..."

"What will you do, will you give up marrying a concubine? Will you tell the world? Will you be with me in a fair and honest manner?"

Chen Qian's eyes dimmed a little.

"I don't know, in your heart, these false names are always so important..."

Han Zigao laughed unconsciously.

"Look, you just said you didn't misunderstand me. Do you really think I care about false names?" Han Zigao's eyes turned red with a smile, "Why don't you understand? It's these false names that keep going on and on , causing our misunderstanding!"

"No... no, it's not like this..." Chen Qian shook her head in panic, "It's not like this..."

"You are the king and I am the minister. This is a gap that we will never be able to bridge."

"No! It's not like this!" The corners of Chen Qian's eyes turned red.

Something is getting farther and farther away, and he knows that he will lose his grip, and he will soon lose his grip...

Chen Qian took a step forward, grabbed Han Zigao's shoulder and shook it: "That's not true! You're talking nonsense! I say no! You can't leave me! You can't!!"

The smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Chen Qian was stunned.

The blood on the palm was glaring, as if mocking himself, and hurt him again with his own hands.

"I..." Chen Qian took a step back in surprise.

Han Zigao smiled: "Zihua, I don't blame you, I just blame it, God's will tricks people."

He chased after this person's footsteps, dejectedly, over thousands of rivers and mountains, gradually wearing away all pride, all self-esteem, wounded to the point where he finally gave up, and when he finally despaired, the person in front of him finally turned around and grabbed his hand...

However, he was tired, lacked strength, and lacked the courage to face the possibilities of the future.

He was tired and didn't want to weave beautiful dreams to deceive himself.

He should have understood very early on that the gap between them cannot be bridged.

There is no selfless love in this world, no magnanimous lover, no giver who is always willing to ask for nothing.

Maybe there is, but he is not, he is not Han Zigao.

He used to think he was.

But if he is, why bother him, why should he suffer, why should he be unwilling, why should he be afraid...

He couldn't ask Chen Qian to really stop marrying a concubine, couldn't really ask him to tell the world, and couldn't really ask him to abandon everything and wander around the world with him.

Not to mention that Chen Qian couldn't do it, he couldn't break his mouth either.

If he stays by Chen Qian's side, he will only resent him more and more, get farther and farther away from him, and become more and more depressed - because he is never a selfless and generous person, he can never look at Chen Qian, concubine Li, and having children , having fun...

Patience and concessions create only more and more strangeness.

The gap between them will only get deeper and deeper.

So, he would rather leave.

Chen Qian looked into Han Zigao's eyes.

He suddenly realized that in these years, he had never really looked into Han Zigao's eyes carefully.

In his eyes, there are thousands of words, which are self-evident.

He can understand—as long as he looks carefully and with his heart, he can always understand what he sees.

Unfortunately, he understood too late.

But at this moment, what Han Zigao was seeing made Chen Qian feel unprecedented panic for the first time.

"No... I rarely ask for help... this time, please don't leave me..."

Chen Qian hadn't shed tears for many years, but at this moment, she felt two wet spots on her face.

But there was unprecedented panic in his heart.

The person opposite let out a soft sigh, like a mountain, running over his mind little by little.

"You clearly understand that if you stay with me, you will only hurt each other in the future. I don't have the strength anymore to endure those injuries and force myself to smile." Han Zigao took out something from his chest.

The lifelike unicorn, the red and shiny unicorn, witnessed their ten-year unicorn.

Chen Qian's pupils flickered violently, and a voice in her heart became clearer and clearer.

He doesn't want you anymore...

"I'm tired, let me go..."

Chen Qian never felt that opening her mouth to keep her was so difficult, as if her lips had been smeared with the world's most overbearing glue, and she couldn't open her mouth or make a sound.

It was a long time before he heard his own voice.

It was like soaking in the juice of Coptis chinensis for three days and three nights.

"Where are you going?"

"A place outside of Health City."

Han Zigao gently held Chen Qian's face in his hands: "I don't have the courage and tolerance to see you loving others and seeing you getting farther and farther away from me. But I, the oath to secure the world for you, will always be there."

Familiarity means leaving, familiarity means not leaving?

Chen Qian was at a loss.

This daze, until he stood alone on the highest tower in Jiankang, watching him put on armor, lead the army eastward, and stationed on the eastern border, he suddenly realized that he was lost.

Forever and ever, lost.

The right general who conquered the world, the general Zhenyi who quelled chaos in all directions, Han Zigao, is still there.

Holding his hand and talking with him with a smile on the moon, lingering/lingering/sorrowful, living deep in his heart, holding his most intense mind, thinking about everything about him, my heart-to-heart lover, Ah Man, see you up.