Drunk King and Minister

"You went to build the fence today." Chen Qian's tone was not doubtful, but affirmative.He supported his sleeve with one hand, and filled half a cup of tea with the other.

"Yes." Han Zigao nodded truthfully.

Chen Qian put down the emerald green teapot, and the teapot made a slight crisp sound when it hit the table.

"Do what you can." Chen Qian straightened her waist, touched the bamboo slips beside her with the fingertips of her left hand, and uttered these words after a long silence.

If he didn't let Zigao do things, it would be disrespect for him.

As a soldier, it was Han Zigao's responsibility to build the fence. He couldn't ask him not to do it, because he knew that he couldn't make this person not take his own responsibility.

All he can do is say "do what you can".

"The subordinates know." Han Zigao understood what Chen Qian meant.Do what he can, that's what he did.

Chen Qian paused, and said: "From now on, in private, you don't need your subordinates, and you don't need your adults either. I get a headache from hearing that."

"Yes, Zigao knows." Han Zigao obediently did not address his subordinates again, his eyes flickered, and he asked a little puzzled, "If you don't call an adult an adult, then how should you address an adult? How dare Zigao call you an adult?" Your name is taboo."

After saying a word, three or four adults jumped out.Zigao himself was stunned there, with a hint of shame floating on his face.

Chen Qian laughed again.

Mood, but it got better.

It's rare to see so many expressions on this person today, it's really a happy event.

"Call me by my name, Zihua." Chen Qian smiled slightly, "By the way, come to the study tomorrow, I want to discuss something with you."

Han Zigao paused, and decided to continue to be kind: "It's... Zihua."

It was the first time he pronounced Chen Qian's words in his mouth, and he felt a little jerky and nervous.

Han Zigao didn't see Chen Qian's bright eyes at that moment.

Not long after noon, there was a drizzle of rain in the sky, which eliminated most of the stuffy heat in the air.

A layer of exhaustion was removed from the bodies of the people who were working, and they became even more enthusiastic about their work.

Han Zigao raised his hand to touch the cool rain, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little soldier who had just rested for a while was stunned, and said with a click of his tongue: "Your birth is really beautiful."

Han Zigao knew that he had a good life, and everywhere he went, everyone focused on him.But he didn't like this feeling.He is very clear about how many of people's gazes are admiration, how much is lust, and how much is jealousy.

There is no man who doesn't like the feeling of being under the spotlight, but if the origin of that feeling is just a dispensable appearance, then that's another matter.

"Now?" Zigao wiped his white jade-like face a few times with his dusty hands jokingly, tilting his head and winking at the little soldier who was staring at him.

This is a child who looks younger than himself.

Xiaobing opened his mouth, looked at the black handprints on Zigao's face in a daze, and laughed out loud: "It's a cat. But it's still pretty! Why are you so white? I've been black since I was a child." lumps of carbon."

Han Zigao cast a playful look at the little soldier who was really black like a lump of carbon: "What's the big problem, it's easy for you to marry a wife in the future."

"Marry a daughter-in-law..." Xiaobing looked forward to it, "When I marry a wife in the future, I will also marry someone as white as you. The wife and children are hot on the kang, how wonderful it is."

"Okay, let's get to work. To marry a wife, we have to win the battle to save our lives before we can marry a wife." Han Zigao said as he picked up a sharpened piece of wood and put it in the soldier's arms.

Xiaobing promised to go to work, but the sparkle in his eyes remained unchanged, obviously still thinking about marrying a wife.

The smile on Han Zigao's mouth gradually dissipated, and his eyes became serious.

This war may be more or less ominous.

After the person on duty at night stayed, a group of au pair took over the work at hand.

Zigao rubbed his sore shoulders, and walked towards the bedroom, accompanied by three or four people who lived in the same room as him, and they were all very simple and honest.Zigao quietly listened to them talking and laughing at the top of their voices, with a smile in his eyes.

"Han Zigao!" A shout came from the side, and a figure flashed, blocking Han Zigao's way.

Zigao took a closer look, but it was Hou Andu.

Wang Erniu next to Zigao, that is, a 14-year-old soldier who is eager to marry a white and tender wife, looks warily at Hou Andu, who looks obviously unhappy.

This man, what do you want to do with him?Zigao pondered in his heart, but he nodded to the accompanying people reassuringly, and followed Hou An to a corner.

"I wonder what my lord will do?"

Hou An was at a loss for words.

He, he seemed to be fine, but when he saw Han Zigao while walking, he felt unwell for no reason, so he blurted out and yelled.

Hou An was scratching his head, scolded himself for being troublesome, and didn't want to lose face, so he put on a fierce look, and said sternly: "Our debts are endless!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and walked away as if fleeing, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Han Zigao raised his eyebrows indifferently, and turned to Wang Erniu who was waiting for him. He didn't care about what Hou Andu said.

Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, what do you care?