Drunk King and Minister

The long sword with a blade as white as frost shone with a cold light, and the wrist holding the sword fluttered, twisting out a very beautiful sword flower.

Han Zigao was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time he saw Chen Qian dancing with a sword. He looked so heroic, he was so handsome and handsome that he had never seen before.

"Why are you standing there in a daze." Chen Qian put her sword back into its sheath, "Didn't I ask you to watch carefully?"

Subconsciously, Han Zigao lowered his head, suddenly embarrassed.

Chen Qian didn't notice his abnormality, she turned around and walked to the weapon rack in the courtyard, watching carefully.

Han Zigao was inexplicably relieved.

Chen Qian weighed the new sword in her hand, and threw it at Han Zigao: "Catch it! Let me have a look."

Han Zigao caught the sword, recalled Chen Qian's movements, held the sword in front of his chest, and moved after a little thought.

Chen Qian looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, turned around and picked among dozens of various swords.

"Stop, Ah Man, that one is too heavy, try this." Then he threw another sword to Han Zigao.

Zigao took a look at the long sword that was a little narrower than the previous sword, and danced a few more sword flowers according to the words. The still jerky movements did not affect the celestial posture of the sword dancer, and the sword pierced the air. There was a crisp sword chant sound.

It always feels wrong, always feels inappropriate.Chen Qian's brows did not open.

Zigao, who had changed dozens of swords, was panting heavily, with a trace of disappointment on his brows: "Let Zihua bother, it seems that I am really not suitable for sword practice."

Chen Qian shook her head lightly, no, Zigao's talent is really good.

Externally, Han Manzi had already been beheaded in accordance with military law, so Chen Qian simply took him back to his residence as his bodyguard.

However, Han Zigao, who was the guard of the prefect, was not very good at martial arts, so Chen Qian taught him personally.

I thought that Zigao had no foundation and it would be difficult to learn, but to Chen Qian's surprise, Zigao's progress is like a god's help. It can't be said that a thousand miles a day, but a hundred miles a day is more than enough.

However, what troubled Chen Qian was that she couldn't find a suitable sword for Zigao.

Either the evil spirit of the sword is too heavy to be worthy of Zi Gao, or the lack of sword intent seems nondescript.

"Papa papa" crisp applause came from the corridor.

The bright and beautiful girl came clapping her hands, with an unknown gleam in her eyes.

"Human Dao's cousin's house has a stunning beauty. My sister, I still don't believe it. When I saw her today, she is indeed stunning." The woman was smiling, and she looked sideways at Han Zigao with a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes.

Han Zigao seemed to have not heard the woman's words, and stood beside him slightly as a sign of respect.

Chen Qian looked at Chen Yan who was smiling all over her face, showing helplessness. "Yan'er, the woman who is about to get married should not run out so diligently."

The woman raised her eyebrows, and waved her hands indifferently: "How can my cousin learn those old customs from time to time." The words were very free and easy.

Chen Qian shook her head helplessly, and said no more, she turned to Zigao and said, "This is my cousin, uncle's favorite little daughter."

Zigao knew about this woman, her prominent status and beautiful face made her the one that many sons from all over the world wanted to marry, and the marriage was finally settled half a year ago, it was Wang Yan, the third son of Wang Sengbian, which attracted many sons to sigh The beauty is no more.

Wang Sengbian, Zigao suddenly remembered the talk with Chen Qian that night, and couldn't help but feel a little dark.

Chen Qian's decision will not be changed easily. If everything goes well, I'm afraid it won't be long... I suddenly feel a little unbearable.

Not wanting to think about it, Zigao bowed to Chen Yan and stood beside him again.

Chen Yan covered her lips and smiled, her eyes flickered, and the corners of her eyes revealed all sorts of amorous feelings.

Zigao squeezed the hand hanging by his side uncomfortably, pretending not to know the scorching gaze that fell on him, but his face became hot involuntarily.Is this young lady from the Chen family different from the girls from the ordinary family?Although there were women looking at his skin in the past, they were shy and dodged eyes from time to time, but today, this gaze was undisguised, hot and never moved away. It was the first time for a woman to be so bright The beautiful woman stared at Zigao's face, which was uncontrollably burning and red.

The woman suddenly laughed out loud, and there was no concealment of the sense of humor in her clear, bell-like voice. "This beauty is a shy beauty. Where did my cousin get such a beauty? It's interesting, really interesting."

Seeing the clear blush on Han Zigao Baiyu's face, Chen Qian felt inexplicably extremely uncomfortable, and unconsciously frowned deeply.

Uncomfortable, astringent and extremely uncomfortable, as if something is stuck in my heart.