Drunk King and Minister

The fine snowflakes are almost melting into the soil.

Han Zigao urges Su Ziyi to practice the saber technique and see for himself.

Su Ziyi's movements were very slow, not at all like the person who slipped away under his hands and fled.Han Zigao stood quietly at the side, looking at Su Ziyi's body skills, but his mind couldn't help turning to other places.

She must have been so slow when she first practiced martial arts. At that time, Chen Qian never showed a trace of impatience.

He still remembers Chen Qian's anguish in choosing a sword for him when he first practiced swordsmanship; he still remembers Chen Qian's carefree expression of clapping his palms and laughing when he was able to practice a complete set of sword skills; When comprehending, Chen Qian held his arm and taught over and over again...

At that time, he really used up all his thoughts to practice martial arts, because he didn't dare to let Chen Qian down.

He has always been afraid of disappointing Chen Qian. This is a habit that he has started since he doesn't know when.He wants to do everything well, and wants to live up to Chen Qian's trust and kindness.

Han Zigao knew very well that Chen Qian's kindness to him was as important as Mount Tai.Sometimes, Han Zigao himself couldn't explain why the friendship between the two was so deep.

But he never thought that this kind of friendship would change so imperceptibly without knowing it.

He hadn't spoken to Chen Qian for half a month since they broke up that day.If it weren't for the fact that he could see the general on the training ground every day, he might not even see Chen Qian in half a month.

This was clearly what he wanted, but why was he so disappointed when it really happened?

As transparent as Han Zigao, how could he not know what was the cause of this loss, but the answer was too heavy for him to dare to touch it.But in the same way, it will never disappear because he dare not touch it.

Just like the mahogany carving of the unicorn, which has been sunk in his arms for these days, he never dared to look at it, never dared to think about it, but still clings tightly to his arms every day Take care.

"Hey! I'm asking you something, why are you in a daze?" Su Ziyi's face caught Han Zigao's sight unexpectedly.

Han Zigao was stunned for a moment before returning to his senses.

It turned out that Su Ziyi danced intermittently with the saber technique, looked up at Han Zigao, but saw that Han Zigao seemed to be looking in his direction, but Shensi flew to nowhere, and there was no answer after calling two or three times.

"What were you thinking about so preoccupied just now?" Su Ziyi looked at Han Zigao suspiciously.

"No, you practiced well just now, go back." Han Zigao said, turned and walked in the opposite direction from when he came.

Su Ziyi wrinkled her nose, raised her delicate eyebrows and eyes, with a hint of amusement: "You're going the wrong way!"

Han Zigao paused.He stared at his steps in a daze, and smiled bitterly with his back to Su Ziyi.

"Go back, I'll walk around as I please."

Su Ziyi rubbed her messy bun, rolled her eyes, and felt sad about Han Zigao's inexplicable.

Speaking of which, I heard from that brat Wang Erniu that Han Zigao bumped into her again after being demoted.

But aren't Chen Qian and Han Zigao... How did Chen Qian be willing to demote Han Zigao?

Su Ziyi couldn't help but look back at Han Zigao's leaving back.

The back seemed a bit empty, his thin body seemed to be unable to hold up the wide robe, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes and hit Han Zigao's sides, but he put his hands in his long sleeves as if he didn't notice anything. In front of his chest, he walked forward slowly as if he was standing and saluting.

Su Ziyi frowned, somehow, the back looked a little sad.

According to her observations these days, Han Zigao and Chen Qian are not as close as glue and inseparable as recorded in the unofficial history!It's just an ordinary superior-subordinate relationship.if it is like this……

Su Ziyi turned her head and continued walking, with her head hanging in front of her neck, her knuckles clinging to the handle of the knife, she was slightly reddened by the cold air.

……

There is a faint fragrance in the air.

Han Zigao leaned against a tree trunk in the forest, closed his eyes and fanned his nose lightly.He opened his eyes and walked towards the forest following the faint scent.

A ball of golden yellow crashed into Han Zigao's field of vision.Han Zigao squatted down and looked at the ball of chrysanthemums. The petals were as light and translucent as strands of silk, and they were tightly packed together from all sides. The heart of the flower was wrapped by layers of chrysanthemum petals, and the small depression in the middle had not melted. The first snow, the petals at the end may be slightly curled up because of the sudden cold after winter, and there is a faint tendency to wither.

Han Zigao put his eyes on the petals and lost his mind again.

No matter how well this flower blooms, it will always wither. How long can the friendship between people last.He and Chen Qian were afraid that they would never be able to talk and laugh again.The best situation is just as it is now, all in peace.

Han Zigao's mouth showed a wry smile.

That's it, it's best to live in peace.

He was so engrossed in looking at the flower that he didn't even notice the tall figure getting closer behind him.

That figure made no sound, and stepped lightly on the ground like a leopard in its steps, but every step contained the most chilling hostility.

The figure stopped when it was half a meter away from Han Zigao, and suddenly pressed two palms on both sides of Han Zigao's shoulders.

The sudden force on his shoulders startled Han Zigao, his half squatted body reflexively wanted to jump up, but because of the sudden reaction, he lost his balance and tilted to the side.

The hands on both sides of his shoulders turned into lifts, lifting Han Zigao's crooked body upwards.

Han Zigao didn't know who came, he just felt that this person came quietly, and his physical skills were many times better than his own.Because he didn't know whether the opponent was an enemy or a friend, Han Zigao was anxious and hit the hand on his shoulder with all his strength.

But that hand was raised unhurriedly, and with a sway, it grabbed Han Zigao's hand.

Han Zigao was shocked, and he raised his other hand to attack behind him, at the same time, he pushed his shoulder blade backward with his upper body.

Unexpectedly, the man moved very quickly. In a flash, the other hand twisted Han Zigao's hand to his chest again, and folded it on top of the other hand that was trapped. At the same time, both arms squeezed Han Zigao's shoulder blade between his arms.

The movements of the two at this moment are that Han Zigao's hands are trapped in front of his chest, and his entire upper body is tightened in the arms of the person behind him. This posture does not look like a fight, but more like intimate lovers embracing.

Han Zigao stopped struggling, and stared blankly at the sleeves of the man who was trapping his hands.

The sleeves at the wrist were trimmed with silver goose patterns, which added a bit of spirit and luxury to the black sleeves.Because of the movement just now, the outer sleeve was rolled up to the upper arm, revealing the delicate sleeve corners of the royal blue cotton robe inside the coat.

He was flustered just now and didn't notice the man's sleeve, but now he saw it, and with a second thought, he already guessed the man's identity.

With such clothes, who else would be in this barracks besides him.

Han Zigao froze, not knowing how to move.