Drunk King and Minister

"Stop! Who dares!" A loud shout came from behind.

this voice...

Han Zigao's eyes flashed.

look back.

Eyes meet.

Tall figure, slightly pale complexion, calm and majestic face, dark long cloak.

Zihua...

you woke up...

"I want to see, who dares to hurt him!" Chen Qian walked forward with a cold face, and An Du, who was standing by her side, glanced at the concubines in a circle with playful eyes.

"Who is this palace? It turns out to be the Prince of Linchuan." Zhang Yaoer chuckled, "I don't know when the prince returned to Beijing, why did he appear in this palace, and why did he make such aggressive remarks? ?”

In my heart, I couldn't help being on guard.

Chen Qian, why did she appear in the palace?

What is the relationship between this male favorite and him?

Zhang Yao'er glanced at Han Zigao and Chen Qian inquiringly.

"Hmph." Chen Qian snorted coldly, her arms trembled slightly, showing a touch of bright yellow, "Queen Zhang wants to accept the order!"

Zhang Yaoer was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the dragon pattern on the back of the gradually unfolding imperial decree, he gritted his teeth and knelt down.

"The concubine accepts the order."

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said: My first empress, Empress Zhao, Empress Qian, has both ability and political integrity, a famous family, a beautiful woman, a beautiful birth bell, and a beautiful appearance. However, although Empress Xuanzhang has a soft and bright appearance, she is not graceful and graceful. The virtue of abandoning respect and prudence, showing jealousy and hatred, and losing the reputation of Jiaoye. I am deeply saddened, and I ordered Zhang's family to stay in the Kunhe Palace for three days, to reflect on myself, and to show the virtues that have been passed down. I respect this!"

silence.

"The queen wants to resist the decree?" Chen Qian raised her eyes with a half-smile.

"Concubine." Zhang Yao'er's fingertips trembled, "Accept the order..."

Gaoyang Palace.

Chen Qian's eyes were burning, looking at Han Zigao who was changing her dressing.

"Let you run around, the wound bleeds so much again..." Han Zigao's eyes were full of distress, and he carefully handled Chen Qian's wound. The bloody smell from his nose made his heart ache.

"Your clothes look good." Chen Qian's voice was hoarse.

Han Zigao paused, then gouged out Chen Qian's eyes.

When is it, the sperm is still on the brain!

"When did you wake up?" Han Zigao carefully knotted the gauze, leaning half of his body against Chen Qian's chest.

"Not long after you left." Chen Qian reached out and touched Han Zigao's waist restlessly, a little ready to move, "I want..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

Han Zigao slapped Chen Qian's strong waist unceremoniously, but his ears blushed.

"It's such a serious injury, please be quiet!" Han Zigao frowned, "There are still many things to do!"

"I just arranged everything for Hou An. Zigao..." Chen Qian stared at Han Zigao's slender figure, which seemed invisible under the red gauze, and said dissatisfiedly, "You shouldn't go out dressed like this."

How can Zhang Yaoer be hooked if he doesn't go out like this!

Han Zigao was about to argue, but Chen Qian blocked his lips.

His voice was choppy.

"I don't care...whatever it is...you are mine...even...you can't lie to others..."

His kiss was angry and punishing.

Han Zigao knew that this man was upset again, because he had just become the male favorite in the eyes of all the empresses in the harem - competing for the emperor's favor...

He sighed slightly.

Now that Chen Qian has woken up, she has arranged various matters for Hou An.

If he is not allowed to succeed, I am afraid that he will feel uncomfortable again.

Really his enemy...

But his injury was serious, and his heart was really distressed.

Seemingly knowing what Han Zigao was thinking, Chen Qian bit his ear: "You are on top, you contribute."

Han Zigao lowered his head and met the smiling eyes of this man, but these eyes were full of cunning no matter how you looked at them...

Chen Qian leaned on the bed, folded her arms and watched the beauty take off her clothes, smiling triumphantly at the corners of her mouth.

But he soon lost his complacency.

"Zigao... hurry up..."

Chen Qian's expression was slightly distorted, and she stared dissatisfiedly at someone who was slowly moving up and down while propping her arms on both sides of the bed.

squint.

chuckle.

"Subordinates can't hurry up, subordinates have always been lukewarm... ah!!"

With a scream, Han Zigao felt the world turned upside down, and when he came back to his senses, he was already trapped under Chen Qian.

"Zihua!" Han Zigao anxiously wanted to check his wound, "Be careful of the wound... ah..."

But this person can't wait to move quickly.

Han Zigao's last consciousness when he was sane was—pity the wound he just bandaged...

The result of indulging in sex before the wound healed was that Chen Qian's wound was dehiscated and he lost a lot of blood, so he was ordered to lie still for two days.

Han Zigao regretted and hurt in his heart, and made up his mind, no matter what, he would not let this man indulge in sex again until his wound healed.

"Zigao, don't make a sour face, come on, give me a smile." Chen Qian leaned heavily on the bed, not half conscious of a patient.

Laugh at you uncle!

With a cold face, Han Zigao took a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

"Don't be like this, I'm not doing well, the wound is open and I can't die! I'm dying..." Chen Qian's voice suddenly dropped.

Because the person in front of him who was still feeding himself porridge with a cold face suddenly had two tear stains on his face.

Sighed lightly.

He raised his hand to wipe away the two tear stains.

"Zigao, look at me." Chen Qian lifted Han Zigao's cheek, "Look at me, I'm fine, I'm fine."

Han Zigao's tears flowed more and more fiercely.

He put down the porridge bowl and buried it on Chen Qian's shoulder.

As if to shed all the tears that I didn't dare to shed in my heart for the past two days.

"Don't...you are not allowed to talk nonsense...you are not allowed to say that word..."

Chen Qian patted Han Zigao's head helplessly: "Kid..."

Han Zigao sniffled and looked up at him: "I'm not a child!"

"Yes, not a child." She leaned over and kissed away his tears, and looked deeply into his eyes, "You are mine."

"So, don't feel guilty, don't be afraid, don't be sad, I will protect you, it is only right and proper, and I am willing."

"So, don't cry, I will feel bad."

"So, show me a smile."

Han Zigao looked at Chen Qian blankly.

This hateful man is always so easy to mess him up...

A smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

"Zigao..." A look of pain suddenly appeared on Chen Qian's face.

"What's wrong? The wound is cracked again?" Han Zigao hurriedly stood up, "I'll go to the imperial doctor!"

"No." Chen Qian grabbed Han Zigao and whispered in his ear, "It's me...hard again..."

Han Zigao's face darkened.

"Ask the maid to feed you porridge!" Turning around, he didn't even look at the man's fake aggrieved expression.

Wronged a ghost.

No matter how soft-hearted I am, I have to feed this porridge to the bed again...

The author has something to say:

The next chapter should be about succession to the throne