Drunk King and Minister

Since Chen Qian came to Guangling as a vanguard, she won every battle and turned the precarious situation into a beautiful turnaround. She wiped out [-] enemies and captured nearly [-] prisoners. Since Chen Qian arrived in Guangling, the number of casualties dropped a lot.

The main general has been killed, the situation of the battle has basically been decided, and the rest are just the ears of scattered generals.

Chen Baxian was overjoyed and ordered a banquet for the whole army.

Chen Qian toasted with all kinds of soldiers who came to toast.Some of these people are tempting, some are congratulating, some are miscellaneous with guns and sticks, and some are trying to stuff their daughters and nieces.

Chen Qian has never dealt with these necessary entertainments. A few years ago, he would still look impatient. In recent years, he has gotten used to it a lot, but his forehead is slightly swollen and painful.

The bonfires around were shining brightly, and the soldiers drank big bowls of wine, and feasted on the oily barbecue on the fire grill.

At this time, Chen Qian's surroundings were much cleaner.

Chen Qian's armor has been removed, and the original green brocade jacket on her body has been replaced by a dark cloud-rimmed jacket, and her jet-black hair is fixed with a silver crown inlaid with jade.

He shook the slightly turbid wine in the triangular bottle in his hand, and the wine in his stomach was burning like a ball of fire. His tense thoughts during the war finally relaxed for a moment, but a figure appeared involuntarily in front of him.

The bushy eyebrows are raised slightly, with a hint of publicity in her beauty, the high bridge of the nose, the lips that are more moist than a woman's, and those eyes that always hide all emotions like a pool of clear springs...

Chen Qian's throat started to dry up uncontrollably, as if the fire in her stomach had burned to her throat.

With a twist of his slender fingers, he poured down the full bottle of wine. The cold wine brought a moment of sobriety, but after a moment of coldness, it burned even more.

Chen Qian knew very well, even more so under the slight drunkenness of the wine, that he was thinking about him.

Chen Qian, thinking of Han Zigao.

He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't deny his own heart.

Chen Qian sighed slightly, his rationality made him understand that this kind of feeling cannot exist, for both himself and Han Zigao.

Chen Qian remembered Han Zigao killing Wang Baihu in anger at that time, and Chen Qian still has lingering fears in his face that day in prison.

Ah Man, I really hate the habit of breaking sleeves.

Chen Qian never thought that one day she would miss a man, like a young girl.

With such thoughts, if it wasn't for the dream that day, he probably wouldn't even know where the inexplicable closeness to Ah Man came from...

Now, even if I know, I can't...do anything,

He is 32 years old, long past the age of recklessness.

The wine bottle in Chen Qian's hand tilted slightly, and the newly poured wine slid down from the mouth of the bottle and spread out on the small bronze table with four legs.

But Chen Qian didn't notice anything.

"Brother!" A clear male voice brought Chen Qian back from her stupor.

Raising his eyes, what caught his eyes was Chen Xu with a dignified expression.

Chen Qian squinted her eyes, her voice was still hoarse: "What's the matter!"

Chen Xu suppressed his voice: "Wu Xing urgently reports, Uncle told you to go to his camp quickly."

A cold light flashed in Chen Qian's eyes, and she understood that Wang Sengbian might have taken measures because of the petition.

Wu Xing... probably, it was Du Kan who was very close to Wu Xing.

inside the tent.

Chen Baxian held a piece of paper tightly in his hand, his expression gloomy.

Even knowing that the conflict with Wang Sengbian was inevitable, Chen Baxian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Soon, the gloom gradually dissipated when his sight touched the note in his hand, replaced by determination and firmness.

Chen Qian, who silently observed his uncle's expression, was relieved. What he was most worried about was that his uncle would retreat out of affection.Now it seems that there is no need to worry about it. No matter how good the relationship is, it will not be taken into account when it threatens its own survival. What's more, the relationship between uncle and Wang Sengbian is not so indestructible.He also had his eyes on this point, so he dared to fight behind his uncle's back.

"Du Kan has occupied Wu Xing and entangled hundreds of thousands of troops. The situation is not optimistic." Chen Ba first handed the note in his hand to Chen Qian, his dark face flickering under the firelight, "You are afraid, you have to go again trip."

Chen Qian looked solemn and clasped her fists together: "My nephew will not disappoint my uncle. Uncle will wait for good news from my nephew."

"Just rest for one night, and leave early tomorrow morning." Chen Baxian looked at Chen Qian with satisfaction.

"No." Chen Qian shook her head slightly, "Nephew is leaving now!"

Chen Baxian's chest swayed slightly, and he said a few good words repeatedly: "This is me, Chen Jiaerlang!"

Chen Qian left quietly.

The well-trained team roams like a black dragon in the night, silent and dangerous.