Drunk King and Minister

The road to Wuxing passes through Xuzhou.

If you want to go to the city, it will take nearly an hour.

Chen Qian's hand holding the rein tightened. She wanted to leave directly, but a feeling of uneasiness surged in her heart. The strange feeling of uneasiness caused Chen Qian to rein in the rein in front of the intersection leading to Xuzhou. .

He hesitated for a moment in his heart, and finally followed the idea in his heart, ordering his cronies to lead the army to move forward, but he himself took dozens of Qingqi and rushed towards Xuzhou City.

When we arrived in Xuzhou, it was just dawn.

Chen Qian signaled that there was no need to inform, and quietly entered the mansion, handed over the horse to the servants who rushed over, and went straight to the hall.

On the way, seeing the relentless patrolmen, they nodded in satisfaction.

When calling someone to inform Han Zigao in the hall, Chen Qian did not miss the slightly uncomfortable look on the face of the housekeeper who had been following the Chen residence in her vague anticipation.

Chen Qian said casually, "Uncle Chen, what happened in the mansion these days?"

Uncle Chen showed some hesitation on his face, but he didn't dare to hide it.

"Master, it was Master Han and his wife who had a conflict three days ago, and they drew their swords in the hall without caring about each other."

Chen Qian raised her eyebrows: "Why?"

"Madam wants to go to Guangling, Master Han disagrees, so Madam ordered Master Waiting to escort her. After Master Han's persuasive persuasion was useless, Master Waiting showed his sword." The housekeeper, Chen Liang, is nearly sixty years old, absolutely loyal to the Chen family, and knows everything about Chen Qian's questions. Words, tell the truth.

When Chen Qian heard that Han Zigao took the initiative to plead guilty and knelt in the hall for several hours, the fingers on the armrest of the chair jumped.

"Okay, you go down now." Chen Qian looked at the retreating housekeeper with no emotion on her face.

In this matter, Miao Rong was not calm enough, Hou An was still overconfident, Han Zigao... Chen Qian suppressed the inexplicable unhappiness in her heart, and tried to deal with him as objectively as possible.

It was indeed right not to let Miaorong go to Guangling, but drawing a sword in front of his wife in the hall and threatening his colleagues was justified and must not be tolerated.

But under the circumstances at that time, if Zigao hadn't threatened him, then Andu might have taken Miaorong to the north in the end.

Don't think about it, don't think about the situation, conceited, this Hou Andu, if you don't give him some trouble, you will never know the heights of heaven and earth! So what if he is the former householder granted by his uncle, if he didn't see how capable he is, he Chen Qian would Put up with him till this time!

"Master, Han Zi is so tall!"

Following the notification from the servants, Han Zigao in a dark blue robe walked in.

Looking at his graceful figure, Chen Qian's heart softened, but she quickly hardened her heart.Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao, trying to see something from that uncanny face, even if it was a trace of worry and uneasiness.

But he didn't see anything.

Han Zigao's face was as indifferent as ever, not even a wave could be seen in those clear eyes.

This person, no matter when, always looks calm and breezy.

But Chen Qian didn't like his appearance.

He is still young, he shouldn't have this mature appearance, he shouldn't hide all his emotions in his heart and chew in silence, he shouldn't hide everything in his heart.

He seems to have erected a wall for himself, separating all inner thoughts from the world.

But he was only sixteen.

In Chen Qian's eyes, Han Zigao is a subordinate, a friend, and a confidant.

A person who makes himself feel so beautiful that he hasn't had in the past 34 years.

But at the same time, he was only 16 years old.

A child, just a child.

Because she was just a child, Chen Qian couldn't do what she secretly longed for. He knew it was impossible, unless he wanted him to hate himself for the rest of his life.

But Chen Qian hoped that Han Zigao could tell him that he could reveal to him even a little bit of his thoughts, not for official business, but his own thoughts, even a little bit.

But he never.

Even Chen Qian could feel it.

Just like at this moment, Chen Qian clearly felt that he was uneasy, and even had a trace of guilt, but there was no expression on his face, did he hesitate to show any expression in front of him?

An inexplicable anger surged in Chen Qian's heart.

And this anger quickly turned into helplessness.

Can't I just beg for mercy?Can't you just show a little worry?

Why do you have to stand alone.

A sense of powerlessness arose from the bottom of her heart, Chen Qian resisted the urge to help her forehead, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

This man is really stubborn and stubborn.