Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Han Zhi was walking unsteadily on the empty street, carrying a wine gourd filled with liquor. It was already midnight.

He was in a small town. Except for the night watchmen, all the people on the street had gone home early to rest.

At some point, a drizzle began to fall from the sky. The small, dense raindrops quickly wet the blue brick floor. Han Zhi staggered and almost slipped.

But he just raised his head and poured the bitter wine in the wine gourd into his throat. The cold and strong bitter wine stimulated his stomach and also blurred his consciousness.

Tap... Tap... The only sound here besides the sound of rain is Han Zhi's footsteps.

"Since you are here, why don't we meet and have a chat?" After swallowing the bitter wine in his mouth, Han Zhi shook his head, looking as if he was unable to stand steadily.

At some point, a young man in black clothes and a golden mask appeared behind him.

The young man held the sword, and the breeze brought drizzle through his high ponytail, wetting it.

"Are you Han Zhi?"

Han Zhi nodded, and the figures in front of him split into several parts.

"Were you the commander of the Royal Guards before?" the young man asked again.

Han Zhi spit out a mouthful of bitter wine, laughed and said, "So what if it's me? What's wrong? Do you regret not killing me last time and now you want to make up for it?"

The young man frowned slightly, as if he didn't quite understand, but he quickly drew his sword and said, "I'm glad it's you."

As the words fell with the raindrops, a cold blue light with a layer of water vapor floated and went straight to Han Zhi's vitals.

Han Zhi threw out the wine gourd, slid under the boy's sword in a pair of worn-out shoes, turned around and slapped him with his palm. The messy and dirty clothes flew in the air, but he just missed. Han Zhi only had time to touch the boy's afterimage.

"The commander is just like that." The young man was just testing the waters, and he was inevitably disappointed. He turned around, found a bamboo pole from the corner, and kicked it at Han Zhi, saying coldly, "Come again!"

Han Zhi held the bamboo pole, and his aura changed. The wine gourd was hung around his waist, and the corner of the rag was tucked into his belt. His eyes changed from confused to sharp, and his murderous aura suddenly rose.

"Boy, you are too self-righteous."

The young man said nothing, and the only response he got from Han Zhi was the ruthless edge of his sword.

On a rainy night, the two men sometimes intertwined their figures, sometimes chased and hid from each other, fighting from the ground to the roof, and then from the roof to the ground. The bamboo pole in Han Zhi's hand was shortened by several sections.

"Hahaha, kid, don't think that just because I'm a drunk, you can take my head easily."

The boy stood on the handrail of the cart, and rarely did he reveal a look of disdain in his eyes.

"That's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold feeling came over him, and the traces of the sword blade in the air were deeply reflected in Han Zhi's eyes.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, but his originally dead heart unexpectedly revealed fear. It turned out that he was not completely hopeless, and he still had a desire to survive.

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"I don't want to kill a drunkard who can't even stand. If you want revenge, come find me at the Panshi Academy in the capital."

The cold drizzle hit Han Zhi's face randomly. He waited for a long time, but apart from his body being cold, he didn't feel any pain.

So he slowly opened his eyes and found that the boy had disappeared, and the whole street was deserted again.

"What's wrong? A little cold?" Han Zhi's brain was numb from the alcohol. He touched his chest and then his thigh. It took him a long time to feel the slightly trembling skin.

"Fuck you! How dare you let me run naked! You...just wait for me, you little bastard, I won't let you go! I want you to know that I...I am not someone you can mess with!"

He was so excited that all his tattered clothes turned into rags and fell to the ground, even his underpants were not spared.

Han Zhi looked around nervously, fearing that a night watchman might pass by. He lowered his head and picked up the two largest pieces of rags to block the key positions in front and behind.

He was wearing worn-out shoes and had a wine gourd hanging around his neck. He looked left and right as he fled in a panic.

When Wen Chun returned to the Marquis' Mansion, it was almost dawn. He should have gone back to his room to sleep, but he couldn't help but go to Qian Qiansui's room.

Unexpectedly, the candles in the house were still on, and Qian Qiansui had lit a small stove in the house, and the smell of ginger soup filled the air.

"You..." Wen Chun said a little at a loss.

Qian Qiansui was not embarrassed at all. He took the golden crown from the boy's ponytail and used a handkerchief to dry his long hair like a waterfall, carefully and gently.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Wen Chun was pulled by her to take off his wet black clothes and sat obediently on the chair.

"I can't sleep when you don't come home so late." You can't let your employees work hard for you while you sleep like a dead pig. You always feel guilty.

Wen Chun's cheeks turned red again. When he heard this, he felt that although Qian Qiansui didn't say sweet words to him on a daily basis, she still cared about him. After all, he was different in her heart.

"Drink ginger soup and have a good sleep. It's too late today, so don't take a bath. Be careful not to catch a cold." Qian Qiansui didn't want to ask for water at this time, as it would be too conspicuous.

Wen Chun didn't think about taking a shower. Although his outer shirt was wet, his underwear was dry. In addition, he had strong internal strength, so he would not catch a cold.

But he did not waste any of Qian Qiansui's concern. He drank the whole bowl of ginger soup, took off his shoes, socks and clothes, and lay down in bed consciously.

Qian Qiansui's smile froze. She actually wanted to sleep alone today. She thought Wen Chun would go back after seeing her.

But since she was already here, she couldn't just get rid of him, so she had to blow out the lights and lie down next to Wen Chun.

Wen Chun leaned against Qian Qiansui for a long time before whispering, "Tomorrow night, I'll go get something from the study for you."

Qian Qiansui smiled in the dark and hugged Wen Chun's waist. It turned out that when it was cold, one had to hug a heater to sleep comfortably.

The next morning, Qian Qiansui got on the carriage with Su Guang's indescribable look in his eyes. Wen Chun had already changed into men's clothes and was sitting in the carriage wearing a mask.

Knowing that Wen Chun was coming, Qian Qiansui deliberately left two maids in the mansion. Not only did they have to take care of the kitten that fell from the wall, but they also had to figure out all her dowry and the expenses of the academy.

She has already started considering asking Yinzhu to look for the Qian family's former loyal servant.

Because Qian Qiansui's carriage had to travel frequently on the road up the mountain recently, Dean Li and Lai Shun asked someone to come and repair it. The weeds on both sides were also cleared. It was completely different from the first time Qian Qiansui came.

"Madam, there seems to be someone over there." Lai Shun sat on the bicycle frame, holding Les, and said anxiously.

Qian Qiansui pulled open the curtain and looked out. A dirty beggar was leaning against a stone with a wine gourd. His face was covered in untidy beggars and his hair was stuck together. It seemed that he had not taken a bath for a long time.

"Don't worry about it. He might be a scavenger. If he goes to the academy, ask the guard to give him something to eat."

The carriage passed by the man steadily. When it was almost at the gate, Wen Chun suddenly remembered and said, "He seems to be that Han Zhi."