Drunk King and Minister

A certain day of a certain year.

As the night darkened, Han Zigao ran up and down the village for three or four times, but finally he became restless.

"Zihua is gone!" Han Zigao went to Hou Andu and his wife worriedly, "He went hunting early in the morning and hasn't come back yet!!"

So, all the strong men in the village took torches, bows and arrows and went up the mountain to look for Chen Qian.

Han Zigao also went to look for it, but was stopped by Su Ziyi: "Your old injury has recurred recently, and you can't even stand in pain. Following them will only add to the chaos."

"Don't worry, although he is stupid, his martial arts are still there." Su Ziyi comforted Han Zigao.

Han Zigao felt as if he had waited for a century.

There was noise from the entrance of the village.

Su Ziyi was overjoyed: "I'm back!"

When the man came to Han Zigao covered in blood, Han Zigao almost fell over.

"Don't worry, the blood is not his. He met a tiger, and although he was injured, it was a minor injury." Hou An quickly comforted him, "Everyone helped to bring the tiger back."

Han Zigao calmed down a bit.

After the crowd dispersed, Han Zigao pursed his lips and treated Chen Qian's wound without saying a word.

Hou An said that Chen Qian went into the deep forest, and Chen Qian knew about the tigers there, but she still ran towards it!

Han Zigao was startled and angry, and simply ignored Chen Qian with a cold face.

"Tiger skin, warm clothes." Sensing Han Zigao's anger, Chen Qian lowered her head and whispered, "You wear it, it's not cold..."

Han Zigao was stunned.

The weather has turned cold these days...

Tears welled up.

"Don't cry." Chen Qian panicked and wiped Han Zigao's eyes, "You cry, it hurts here."

He pointed to his chest.

"Fool..." Han Zigao raised his head, meeting those thin lips.

A certain day of a certain year.

Today, Han Zigao was suddenly curious about who came up with the name Ah Sha.

"Zihua, who gave you the name Silly?" Han Zigao asked Chen Qian.

Chen Qian thought about it, and then became confused.

Han Zigao: "Who called you stupid first?"

Chen Qian continued to think about it, and then continued to be confused.

Han Zigao: "..."

"Zihua." Chen Qian pointed to herself, "Zihua, it's not silly."

Han Zigao couldn't help laughing. Chen Qian was emphasizing that she liked the name "Zihua" and didn't like the name "Asha".

In fact, it doesn't matter what the name is. In most cases (except for some important things), he ignores what the villagers call Chen Qian.And no matter what Han Zigao called him, he would come to him like some kind of canine...

A certain day of a certain year.

Not long after they settled down in the village, a couple of matchmakers came to match Han Zigao.

Han Zigao was very surprised: "Zihua looks good too, why don't you see someone matchmaking for him?"

Su Ziyi curled her lips, only Chen Qian's icy face and bad temper, only Han Zigao regarded him as a treasure, and he didn't let go after hugging him for so many years...

But he didn't dare to say these words. Didn't you see Chen Qian staring at him?

Chen Qian was quite indifferent when she saw the matchmaker at the beginning, but the matchmaker came a lot, and he heard a lot of similar things, and gradually figured it out.

On this day, Han Zigao was cooking in the house.

Someone knocked on the door again, and Chen Qian opened it, staring at the visitor with an unkind expression.

"Silly, is Mr. Han there? I'm here to matchmaker for the second girl in the village..."

Before the matchmaker finished speaking, Chen Qian blocked all her words in her throat.

"Crack!" With both hands clenched into fists the size of small bowls, he waved threateningly in front of the matchmaker, and then at the passers-by who looked over curiously.

"Him! Mine! Whoever snatches it! Hit!" Then he stood at the door like a door god with two fists in his hands. Men and women would swing their fists as long as they dared to get close.

That look, that aura, that threat...

Su Ziyi, who came to watch the play after hearing the sound, hid behind Hou Andu and shouted loudly: "Han Zigao, that guy from your family is going to beat someone... la... la..."

Han Zigao who was driven out: "..."

That night, Han Zigao talked to Chen Qian for a whole hour, nothing more than to respect the elderly, respect people of the same age, and love children, in short, don't throw punches at others!

Chen Qian felt wronged.

The aggrieved Chen Qian transferred her anger to Su Ziyi, and that night she sneaked into the village chief's yard and demolished the chicken coop in the village chief's yard.

Both Su Ziyi and Hou An who are doing piston movement: "..."

Hou Andu: "Leave him alone, let's continue, and settle accounts with Han Zigao tomorrow..."

The plain clothes are full of cows.

my chicken...

A certain day of a certain year.

Han Zigao felt that Chen Qian's expression was not quite right today, and he couldn't tell why if he asked him.

Three o'clock in the evening.

Chen Qian quietly got up from the bed and went out.

Han Zigao raised his eyebrows and looked at his back, Xiao Mian, what are you going to do without telling me!

She quietly followed behind Chen Qian, but saw him slipping into a courtyard. In that courtyard was a young couple who had just got married.

Han Zigao's heart skipped a beat, and he also flipped inside, only to see——

Someone is sternly (infinitely wretched) listening under a window!wall!horn!

When the voices of the two young couples came out, Han Zigao didn't know what corner Chen Qian was listening to, he couldn't laugh or cry, he pulled Chen Qian's ear and raised it.

Before Han Zigao had time to teach Chen Qian a lesson when he returned home, he was thrown onto the bed by Chen Qian, who was very well-behaved by his ears all the way...

"Zi, Zihua, what are you doing!" Han Zi hid.

Chen Qian chased.

Han Zigao hides again.

Chen Qian chases again!

"Hey!!" Han Zigao was furious, "What are you going to do!"

Chen Qian raised her head, firmly restraining Han Zigao under her body, her eyes sparkling: "It's a comfortable thing."

That night, Chen Qian asked Han Zigao to teach him. Even if someone was stupid, he didn't forget the two or three things on the bed...

Although Han Zigao didn't want to admit it - he hasn't been exposed to rain and dew for several years, it's really... very pleasant...