Drunk King and Minister

When he was told to meet Chen Qian at the mansion, Han Zigao was stunned for a moment, he didn't know whether it was surprise or joy.Han Zigao vaguely guessed that it might have something to do with Chen Qian's inexplicable anger along the way, and he himself was also puzzled by this matter.

Thinking of this, Han Zigao had already washed his hands and face with well water, and followed the sergeant who came to make an announcement and marched towards the Changcheng County mansion.

Ruoyouruowu rumors came from behind: "If you do that, you'll be lazy..."

No matter how much he said, it was insignificant to Han Zigao who had gone far away. Zigao kept his sleeves in his hands, and his steps remained the same.

The sergeant at the side heard it, and glanced sideways at Han Zigao, who had a normal expression. Thinking of the adult's negligent care for him and the rumors among the guards of the Chen residence, he was trying to please him, so he turned his thoughts, and said "Don't worry about the villain's broken words, Brother Han, Song will tell the adults." He raised his eyes and secretly observed Han Zigao's expression.

I saw Han Zigao's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes tilted lightly, obviously without any deterrent force, but it made Song Lou's heart cold for no reason.

"Shu Zigao didn't understand what Brother Song said." The eyes that drifted over paused for a while on Song Lou, then turned back lightly, looking directly at the road ahead.

The chill in Song Lou's heart gradually subsided, and he glanced carefully at Han Zigao who was walking in a serious manner, and as the chill faded away, dissatisfaction and disdain surged in his heart.It's like a dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't recognize a good heart, so what's so awesome!

That pleasing thought disappeared immediately.

When Han Zigao saw Chen Qian, Chen Qian was sitting cross-legged behind the desk and holding a roll of bamboo slips to read.Next to the green jade teapot on the table are two small and exquisite jadeite teacups, with curling heat floating in the air.

Chen Qian's ink-colored brocade jacket has dark and complicated patterns, and the gold-encrusted jade belt around her waist is not tacky at all. On the contrary, it brings out Chen Qian's natural nobility. There are a few golden silk totems coiled on the black-colored sleeves, faintly showing the The ambition of this calm and steady man.

Hearing the guard's announcement, Chen Qian put down the bamboo slip in her hand and signaled Han Zigao to sit down.

Han Zigao saluted, sat cross-legged across from Chen Qian as promised, nodded and said, "My lord."

Chen Qian signaled with her eyes: "Try this new tea."

Against the background of jasper, the tea in the teacup is green and translucent, and the tea is fragrant.Han Zigao took a sip, feeling sweet and quiet, but he didn't know how to evaluate it. He had never tasted any tea, let alone how to taste it. He had always regarded it as a thirst-quenching fool.

Han Zigao held his teacup in silence for a while, then uttered a few words: "Quite thirst-quenching."

Chen Qian laughed for a moment.

"I remembered that the last time you and I had tea was on the way to Kuaiji a few months ago, does Zigao still remember?" Chen Qian had a slight smile on her lips.

Of course Han Zigao remembered that time, Chen Qian asked herself to make tea as a joke, and teased that "the tea made by a beauty has a different taste." She was so angry that she couldn't speak.What he said was obviously rude, but he couldn't find a reason for it, so he could only suffer from boredom.

Chen Qian saw the slight smile in Han Zigao's eyes, and knew that he also remembered how they got along in those days.

He still remembered that when he was sailing on the water, he had overheard the gossip of his servants, saying that he had fallen in love with Han Zigao, and that Zigao was like a fish and a wild goose, and he was ashamed of himself.It's just that it happened a few months ago. At that time, I still listened to it as a joke. Not long ago, that joke became a prophecy.

"My subordinates remember." Zigao took another sip of tea, feeling a little empty for some reason.

Chen Qian, the longer she gets along with her, the more she will discover.Wu Ke, the ever-victorious general who stabilized the country, was elegant and not inferior to the elegant literati. Compared with Chen Qian, he was actually incapable of writing and martial arts, only a little clever.

Chen Qian's eyes darkened, and she was a subordinate again.

"Zigao, I really want to know, do you regard me as a bosom friend?" Chen Qian squinted her eyes and looked directly at Han Zigao, "You always have a certain amount of advance and retreat, full of etiquette, and you can't find a single fault! You have never Try to trust me!"

Han Zigao's face showed astonishment, and the hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air.

In Chen Qian's heart, there was not only the faint pleasure of finally breaking the mask of this person's eternally calm expression, but also the uneasiness of being disturbed by Feng Yong's uneasiness.

He suddenly regretted what he had blurted out.

This was not his original intention, but how could he take back what he said.