Drunk King and Minister

You are too eager for quick success!You can't afford to lose!

Han Zigao, you can't afford to lose!

Han Zigao, you are eager for quick success!

Chen Qian's words seemed to explode in her mind, making Han Zigao's head buzzing.

In the nearly one year since they met, Chen Qian had never reprimanded herself so seriously and almost harshly.

Han Zigao understood that Chen Qian's anger along the way was probably because of this.

Han Zigao secretly pumped up his energy, trying to bring back his messed up rationality.He suppressed the little grievances that popped up in his heart, and silently pondered Chen Qian's words.

Are you eager for quick success?

Can't afford to lose?

Han Zigao asked himself in his heart.

If you look at it from the perspective of others, you...really...

Suddenly a hand was placed on the shoulder.

The warmth from Chen Qian's palm penetrated through the linen shirt to Han Zigao's shoulders.

Han Zigao turned his eyes dullly.

"Zigao, listen." Chen Qian pulled up Han Zigao, who was kneeling on the cold bluestone slab, with a little force on his palm. He gently held Han Zigao's shoulders with both hands.

"You are doing very well today, but in the next few decades or even a lifetime, it is almost impossible for you to do as well as today. I am proud of you, but more anxious about you. I I'm worried that you'll be so engrossed in this victory that you'll be chasing after today's victory." Chen Qian let go of her right hand holding Han Zigao's shoulder, and rubbed a few strokes on the top of Han Zigao's black hair near her chin , "Look at you, you haven't reached the weak crown, you have only been on the battlefield a few times, and you just pause, kneel and plead guilty, how can you look like a 16-year-old boy? I know you want to gallop on the battlefield one day, and want to make something Change……"

Han Zigao's eyes flickered, and he raised his head slightly to meet Chen Qian's eyes.

Chen Qian grinned lightly.

"Why, I thought I couldn't see your little thoughts." Chen Qian moved her hands and put them behind her back, "Your qualifications are too young. You still have a long way to go. I was not as good as you back then." Impatient. What do you think I should do if Zhou Wenyu’s reinforcements never arrive? The worst thing is to escape from Changcheng County to protect myself before the entire army is wiped out.”

"Why?" Chen Qian's eyes were dark, "I think I'm selfish? However, from which point of view, if I lose my life in this war, it will be a more serious consequence. Sometimes, fighting can't be too rigid. How many troops, of course, can't focus on victory. Victory and defeat are commonplace, and death is even more commonplace."

"You've always been smart, but you can't turn the corner in this area alone. It doesn't matter. In the future on the battlefield, you will always understand what I said today." Chen Qian turned and walked to the table where her spear was placed. , picked up the blood-stained weapon, "Take a good rest, it will be very annoying recently."

Chen Qian finished speaking and walked out of the hall.

Han Zigao, who was standing in the center of the hall, stood still for a moment, then turned around a little stiffly and looked in the direction where Chen Qian left.

Under the night, only the outline of the tall and straight figure who has gone away can be vaguely discerned.

Han Zigao's right arm was still hanging around his neck.

The wrist of his left hand was slightly sore, but it was basically nothing serious.He twirled his left palm, and the reflection on the bluestone board was shadowy.

Chen Qian...

Zihua...

He silently read Chen Qian's name and characters in his heart.

Behind Chen Qian's understatement of a few words, I don't know how much heaviness he has carried.

Even though he really can't understand those words thoroughly, but he will try his best to do it.

Han Zigao will not disappoint Chen Qian again.

The reflection of the palm stretched out on the bluestone board suddenly tightened.