[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

When the Zhao family's carriage arrived at Shiliting, all the people in the court had turned back.

Zhao Yan got out of the carriage and asked the driver to wait not far away.

As the sun rises, King Qin's black armor is lined up and ready to go.

King Qin was dressed in armor, far from the yuppie and frivolous aristocrats in the capital.

He is like a knife out of its sheath, its sharp edge can cut through the cold wind hunting in the northwest.

This man was an unrivaled hero on the battlefield, but he only showed a little or two of his true colors in the capital, and he was already feared by people.

The general of the Northwest rode on his steed, seemed to sense something, reined in the reins, and looked back.

Then I saw a person standing quietly in the morning light, still holding his golden knife in his hand.

He drove over slowly on the crow, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhao Yan stood under the horse, at the same height as Wu Zhui.He didn't move.

Chu Qin moved, and leaned forward on the horseback, "What is Master Zhao doing here?"

Zhao Yan said, "I'll see you off."

"To whom? But Zhao Ming?"

Zhao Yan's eyes turned around in the black armor behind him, but she didn't see Zhao Ming's shadow.

"He and Ning Ke have already broken out of the camp first and escorted my mother to the northwest."

King Qin's voice became a little colder, he pulled Wu Zhui, and wanted to leave.

A slender white hand held the reins of Wu Zhui, which he had reined in, but Wu Zhui stopped despite his weak strength.

"Also come to see His Highness off."

Qin Wang stopped his horse and his eyes fell on Tong Zhang.

Tong Zhang thought that he had something to discuss, even though he didn't understand what to say to a treacherous villain like Zhao Yan, he still dutifully evacuated the surrounding black armor.

There were only these two left in the wilderness.

The wind blew the hair in disorder, and there was the rustling sound of grass blades being rolled up by the wind.

King Qin's eyes fell on the golden knife on Zhao Yan's waist, "My lord is holding my golden knife, are you going to return it?"

"Your Highness, would you like to give me a gift?"

"The golden knife that this king bought with his life is not so easy to handle." The corner of the man's lips folded.

Zhao Yan said, "This golden knife..."

It is unlucky to take the patient's blood on the battlefield.

King Qin jumped off his horse.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of his head, her thin lips pressed down, blocking the second half of what Zhao Yan wanted to say.

The man's rough breath invaded the mouth.

Zhao Yan couldn't struggle with him, her fingers holding the golden knife trembled slightly.

If he wanted to, the golden knife could cut off the head of this frivolous person.

King Qin whispered in his ear, "Either kill me, or suffer."

Some wayward threats.

After a long time, Zhao Yan finally resigned to her fate, and the golden knife fell heavily to the ground.

The young man's breathing became heavy.

Pushed him onto the grass.

"Zhao Changning, don't regret it."

Breathing hot, Zhao Yan's cheeks were flushed, panting under his body, gently responding to his kiss.

Chu Qin had never experienced such a moment in his life.

Just a response, it was like a fire had burned in his heart, and no grass grew in the place it passed.

The scorching emotional surge turned into a powerful invasion.

The fair complexion bloomed on the delicate grass leaves in June, the ink-like hair was stained with the blue color of summer, the person under him was blushing, and his pupils were a little confused.

When the scorching desire hit her body, Zhao Yan suddenly started to tremble all over, her bloodless lips parted, but she couldn't even speak.

Chu Qin sighed softly, and finally wrapped him up with his coat from the grass, imprisoned him in his arms, and comforted him one after another.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Zhao Yan just opened her eyes, there were no tears in her eyes, her two rows of teeth were biting her lips tightly, her messy hair was scattered on Chu Qin's armor, and her eyes looked a bit embarrassed.

"Zhao Changning, remember, this king will never force you when you are willing."

The young general's rough fingers parted his cheeks covered with black hair, held his cheeks, and lightly bit his lips.

"Do you know what's in the Northwest?"

Zhao Yan didn't speak, Chu Qin said,

"There are herds of camels and horses in the northwest. You must have never drank mare's milk. The girls there are very courageous. When they see a handsome man like you, they will block the way and rob him back to the mansion."

The person in his arms really laughed.

"The men there are all as tall as this king, and they don't know what they ate to grow up."

"I probably grew up drinking mare's milk." The man in his arms carefully analyzed King Qin's unintentional joke, "It's different from the capital, which eats five grains, so it's shorter than the people in the Northwest, and Changping is taller than most people in the capital. Some."

People like Zhao Yan seem to be calm and beautiful in everything they do. They are covered with rotten wood and have bones inside.

King Qin sighed.

"Zhao Changning, the northwest and the capital are completely different worlds, and all living beings have different ways of living."

"You don't really have only one way."

Zhao Yan seemed to be fascinated by the Northwest he described, and said in a daze, "I'm afraid I will never leave the capital in my life."

"Zhao Changning, you are only in your 20s, why should you talk lightly about your life..."

Chu Qin seemed to suddenly recall the cinnabar on Zhao Yan's body.

My heart trembled violently.

"Zhao Changning, you will live a long life."

His voice was a little dry, like a riverbed in a desert.

Zhao Yan laughed.

Chu Qin's words were so firm that even he seemed to be giving rise to illusory hopes.

Who doesn't drink poison to quench thirst while living?

He coughed twice.

"Your Highness should go."

He pushed King Qin, but King Qin remained motionless.

"Zhao Changning, you took my king's golden sword and exchanged it with yourself."

Zhao Yan raised her eyes in astonishment, and bumped into the affectionate eyes of the young general.

"The future is boundless, and it is always good to have someone who can shelter you from the wind and rain."

In this barren mountain and wilderness, a man said so.

Even though Zhao Changning once had a loyal heart that no one could see, it was hidden in the tongues of the world, with masks and cracked wounds.

He was walking alone on the snowy road, with the snow that was about to collapse and the raging wind ahead.

Later, a man pledged his life to walk side by side with him, saying that he would protect him from the wind and rain.

So that person became the only light that penetrated the dark tomb.

Shiliting, one farewell to the battle field, the meeting is far away.