Drunk King and Minister

Standing in front of the thin door, Han Zigao raised his hand, hesitating whether to knock.

When Chen Qian's condition stabilized, he remembered something.

Su Ziyi!

At that time, Su Ziyi came to him. Because of Chen Qian's delay in waking up, he felt upset and impatient, and even ordered him to continue to tighten his feet.

He just remembered this!I hurriedly reported to Chen Qian that she had withdrawn the restraining order, but it had been a day, I don't know what kind of anger that girl has become at this time?

While Han Zigao was hesitating, the door suddenly opened.

Su Ziyi and Han Zigao ran into each other and almost collided.

When she saw Han Zigao, she was taken aback for a moment, then lowered her eyes and saluted: "My lord."

Han Zigao was really startled by the sound of an adult.When has this girl been so polite to herself? Could it be that she is angry with herself because of the order she gave?

"Okay, don't be angry." Han Zigao hesitated, and raised his hand to pat Su Ziyi's head comfortingly.

But Su Ziyi escaped.

She stared at Han Zigao, her eyes were red: "Don't touch me! It's too dirty!"

Han Zigao looked at the top of Su Ziyi's head without knowing why: "It's not dirty..."

"It's you who are too dirty!" Su Ziyi screamed and interrupted Han Zigao, her voice was like a torn silk, the corners of her mouth trembled, and she said indifferently, "You are too dirty! You are too dirty!"

Han Zigao's face sank, and he slowly put down his hand in mid-air: "What are you making trouble for no reason! You should go back and continue grounding!"

These words were like sparks that ignited a gunpowder pack, completely igniting Su Ziyi's grievance and anger.

"You are dirty!" She recklessly spit out all the vicious thoughts that flashed through her mind.

She took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, tore it into pieces with two swishes and threw it at Han Zigao.

"Although one day is short, ten years belong to me! Hehe, do you like him? You like a man!"

Han Zigao's eyes darkened.

"Su Ziyi! What are you messing around with!"

Su Ziyi laughed twice, tears streaming down her face: "You are the oppressed one! You are sick! You are not a man!"

In an instant, the temperature of the surrounding air became extremely cold.

Han Zigao didn't move, he looked at Su Ziyi without saying a word, his eyes flashed with astonishment, hurt, sadness, anger...

All the emotions swirled rapidly in his eyes like a storm, and finally, the storm gradually subsided, leaving only a pool of deep water where he couldn't see anything clearly.

He just looked directly at Su Ziyi, his eyes were as dark as the blackest obsidian, without a trace of emotion.

Su Ziyi gradually calmed down, and only later did she realize that she had said something stupid.She stood there helplessly, her fingers clenched together, and her regrets gradually flooded up, almost drowning her!

"I...I..." She opened her mouth, trying to say something to save her, but Han Zigao's eyes made her heart beat.

But the expressionless man suddenly turned around and walked out without looking back.

Su Ziyi suddenly felt that if he walked out of this courtyard, he would never come back again.

"Han Zigao!" She ran two steps, trying to catch up with the back of the striding meteor.

"Bang!" With a sound, Han Zigao punched the wooden plank at the entrance of the courtyard and broke it. Sawdust splashed all around, and the broken stubble was smeared with blood.

Su Ziyi's footsteps stopped, she stared blankly at the blood dripping from the back of Han Zigao's hanging hand, and felt that it was particularly dazzling.

When he came back to his senses, the thin and slender figure had already walked more than ten meters away.

In the courtyard, the thin woman slowly squatted down. The large men's clothing on her body seemed empty at first glance, wrapping the body that concealed the secret of gender.She buried her head between her knees and shrugged her shoulders slightly. The shaking became more and more rapid and louder, and the weak sobs gradually turned into mournful wails.

Han Zigao has feelings for Chen Qian, he has feelings for him, he has feelings for him...

Sure enough, it will always follow the track of history?But why is it so fast, so unprepared...

She never thought that people like Han Zigao were her type, but why, somewhere in her heart, was so painful that she wanted to tear it apart?She still remembered that when she knew Chen Qian's identity back then, there was nothing but regret and slight sadness in her heart, but why, why this time, she lost her mind, was so vicious and mean, and was so... so painful heart...

The people in the courtyard slowly stood up while leaning on the wall, looking at the broken wood residue, their eyes were red and swollen, and they gradually showed a thoughtful look.

100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters...

Han Zigao didn't know how far he had traveled before he could barely stop.

The blood on the back of the hand had already congealed, and it was slightly painful.Just now, he really wanted to kill Su Ziyi.If he continued to stay, he might really kill her!Why?Do you care so much about what she said?Do you care so much about what the world thinks?

Now it's just a Suziyi, what about in the future?

If the whole world treats him as a monster in the future, talks about him and Chen Qian, laughs at them, mocks them and hates them, what will he do?

What will happen to Chen Qian?Will you leave him?Will you push him away?Will you despise him?

It was just a plain dress, and just a few words made him lose his mind and become murderous.

No, no, he thinks he has always been good to Su Ziyi, treating her as his younger sister, and even got hurt many times to protect her. If you think about it, you will kill her...

If it is the whole world, is he going to kill all the people in the world? !

He suddenly remembered that when he was in Zhoucheng, he seemed to be a different person, and those memories that he deliberately left behind flooded up like a tide.

How many people did he kill?

From the moment he saw the silver gun lying alone on the ground, his hands were no longer under control.

So he, who hated the massacre of the city, actually thought of massacring the city when Chen Qian was unconscious?

He also learned to vent his anger, without reason, and arrogantly.

Han Zigao spread out his hands, staring blankly at his fair palms.How many lives were lost in these hands?

The slender figure stood straight, not moving at all.The figure stood still for a long time, then suddenly rushed in one direction.

in the study.

Chen Qian was looking at the map.

The guard informed Han Zigao to ask for an audience.Chen Qian responded and put down the pen in her hand.As soon as he raised his head, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Han Zigao rushed forward like a child who had finally found a home after wandering abroad.He hugged Chen Qian's neck tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly.

Han Zigao took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and Chen Qian was a little confused when she was happy: "What's wrong..."

His voice was trapped in the lips that Han Zigao offered.

The moist and cool soft lips moved Chen Qian's lips jerky.The doubts in Chen Qian's heart were instantly dispelled by Han Zigao's unprecedented initiative.His body froze for a moment, and then he turned his back on the guest. He pressed the back of Han Zigao's head with his big hand, and pressed his cheek roughly.Their faces were tightly pressed together, their noses were tightly pressed together, their lips were intertwined wildly and eagerly, even though they were almost out of breath, they were reluctant to let go of each other.

The two gasped and stared at each other, Han Zigao's hand was still hanging on Chen Qian's neck, he did not lower his head ashamedly like the previous few times, but looked directly into Chen Qian's eyes without hesitation.

"Zihua, I am willing to spend my whole life fighting for you."

If the world wants to criticize, then he will sit in a position that they dare not criticize.

If Chen Qian wants to push him away, then he will sit in a position where Chen Qian dare not easily dislike him.

Chen Qian looked deeply into Han Zigao's eyes.

"it is good."

No matter what your anxiety is, I will try my best to make you feel at ease.