Drunk King and Minister

Han Zigao frowned and looked at the tall figure that was getting closer.

The man came closer and his face was revealed.

The thick eyebrows were raised, and the dark eyes were staring at Han Zigao mockingly, one corner of the mouth was raised, revealing a few white teeth.

It was Hou Andu.

When Han Zigao saw Hou Andu clearly, he was slightly surprised.

Hou Andu's upper body was half-naked, the right shoulder and the large chest. In the night air, a piece of white gauze passed through the armpit, and a rough knot was tied on the shoulder. There was some scarlet on the gauze.

The dress hangs loosely over the left shoulder, and the sleeves are tied at the waist.

He was holding the flagon in his left hand, hooking it on his fingertips and pacing towards Han Zigao, the flagon was dangling on his fingertips.

"Master Hou." Han Zigao glanced at the cowhide jug, "You should not drink if you are injured."

"Huh?!" Hou Andu let out a soft snort from his nose, and raised his thick eyebrows, "What's the matter, I can't do anything stupid." As he spoke, he took a sip of the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth, the cool wine A wisp of liquid slid down from the corner of his mouth, and Hou Andu wiped the back of his left hand against the corner of his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh.

Han Zigao opened his mouth, but finally turned around without saying a word, and continued to practice his sword.

Hou An tilted his head, took another sip from the jug, and stared at Han Zigao's movements without blinking.

"Hey, I told you, Han Xiaoer, your practice is wrong!" Hou Andu shook his head, and let out another soft snort from his nostrils.

Han Zigao stopped his movements helplessly: "At that time, my lord, you should give Zigao some advice, don't just make sarcastic remarks..."

Hou An poked his neck and snorted lightly: "Then I'll show you some face."

Han Zigao had the urge to caress his forehead.

"Hey, bring your sword, Han Xiaoer!" Hou Andu stared.

Han Zigao shook his head helplessly, and the soft sword in his left hand shook: "Go on!"

Han Zigao said and threw the Moon Sword towards Hou Andu.

I saw Hou Andu raised his left hand upwards and threw the jug into the air!At the same time, he jumped up and spun twice in the air to catch the Renyuejian. With his outstretched right palm, he spread out and firmly caught the falling flagon.

He took a step, and his figure swayed to the center of the open space. He swung his sword with his left wrist, and the wine jug hooked by his right hand drew arcs in the air.

Han Zigao frowned and stared at Hou Andu's movements.Hou Andu's movements were smooth and neat, a little less chic and graceful than Chen Qian's, but a little more murderous.

This is the first time Han Zigao has seen Hou Andu dance sword.No wonder Hou Andu was proclaimed Commander-in-Chief by Chen Baxian, his movements are flowing, free and wanton, and murderous.Han Zigao looked at it, feeling a little dazzled, he moved his mouth, but still endured the request to make Hou Andu slow down.

After Hou Andu finished dancing with a set of sword skills, he raised the wine pot with his right hand and took a big gulp of wine.

"Have you seen it clearly?" Hou Andu's eyes flickered, and there was a thought in his heart.

He deliberately sped up his movements, and added a few more movements, just to see this person make a fool of himself, and to vent his birdishness on this person.

"I didn't see how many of them." Han Zigao frowned and thought for a while, then walked to the big willow tree next to him, folded and moved with the wicker.

"Just these few movements, Zigao can't see clearly." Han Zigao said and made a gesture of invitation, "Can you give Zigao some advice, Lord Hou?"

Hou An was stunned for a moment, and took a deep breath.

This person is really strange, just now I saw that his movements were still jerky and tense, but he has learned this set of intentionally accelerated movements, and his whole body shape has become much more natural and neat.

It seems that this Han Zigao is not only courageous, but also a good material for martial arts.

Hou An didn't make things difficult for Han Zigao any more, and danced the sword technique carefully again, correcting a few movements that were wrong the first time.

Han Zigao looked suspiciously at Hou Andu's action which was different from last time, pondered for a moment, with a smile in his eyes, it seemed that Hou Andu was still a little resentful about the matter of him drawing his sword.

Another move.

Hou Andu turned his head to look at Han Zigao, Han Zigao stood there quietly, with his back to the bright moonlight, but the moonlight was not as bright as the man himself.

He stood there quietly, his eyes quietly looking at himself, shining like stars.

Hou An's heart skipped a beat suddenly, he became flustered for some reason, and he threw the Moon Sword towards Han Zigao at a loss: "Then, show me some tricks!"

Han Zigao dropped the willow stick, took the soft sword and moved on the spot.

After a set of sword skills was over, Han Zigao looked at Hou Andu, intending to listen to his advice, but he saw Hou Andu with his head down, motionless like a wooden stake.

"My lord?" Han Zigao raised his foot and walked in the direction of Hou Andu.

"I'm going back to rest, see you another day!" Hou Andu said suddenly, and before he finished speaking, he walked on the way he came without looking back.

On the ground, a cowhide jug lay quietly.

Han Zigao picked up the jug, and wanted to call out to Hou Andu to stop, but in just a few seconds, Hou Andu had already walked a long way, so he simply stopped talking, put the jug back on the ground, and continued to practice his sword.

Return it to him another day.