Drunk King and Minister

"Why?" Su Ziyi stared at the man sitting in front of him with red eyes, with all kinds of grievances in his heart, but he couldn't say a word.

"Men's college should be married, female college's should be married." Han Zigao knocked on the table, a little afraid to look into Su Ziyi's eyes.

After hiding like an ostrich for so long, I still can't escape today.

"Why do you have to be like this, you know that I am satisfied as long as I am by your side, why did you drive me away!!" Su Ziyi's tears dripped down and landed on the Huangmuli table in front of Han Zigao.

"In that case, I will be guilty for the rest of my life." Han Zigao stood up slowly with his palms on the corner of the table, raised his eyes and looked at Su Ziyi, "I'm leaving Jiankang, and everything in the future is uncertain, I can't, I missed you lifetime."

Su Ziyi stared at him sobbing, wishing to go up and knock his head open to see what he was thinking.

"I don't need you to arrange for me..."

"I need it!" Han Zigao's tone was unquestionable, "I won't trust you if I hand you over to anyone. Brother Hou is the best choice."

Su Ziyi has always known Han Zigao's stubbornness, and also knew that once he made a decision, he would never change it easily.

"Ziyi, you haven't really understood him yet, believe me, he is a good man to you."

Han Zigao squinted his eyes past Su Ziyi, and seemed to see the scenery of Dongyang in the distance: "I'm about to go to Dongyang to garrison, maybe, I won't come back for a few years, just let me worry less."

I'm afraid I won't have the time, energy, or opportunity to worry about you in the future.

"Han Zigao, I just want to ask you a question." Su Ziyi's lips trembled, "You... have you ever been interested in me?"

Su Ziyi always remembered that day, the man's body was like a green pine, his face was like a bright moon, his voice was like a clear bell, and his expression was divine.

But what he said was as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month.

"Never..."

The opening and closing of the thin lips always made Su Ziyi unable to understand how such beautiful lips could utter such hurtful words.

But in this world, the most normal thing is that I love you and you love others.

She heard her own voice, almost struggling.

"it is good……"

Han Zigao looked at her leaving back, hesitant to speak.

Father, like son.There is clearly affection between Hou Andu and Su Ziyi, but neither of them is aware of it yet.

But that's all he can do.

Han Zigao has been arranging the marriage between Hou Andu and Su Ziyi since April, matchmaking, ceremony, choosing a date...

The day Su Ziyi got married happened to be the fifth day of May.

An auspicious day.

General You's younger sister married the county official and Lord Sikong Hou Andu, who holds a heavy army. This marriage was well known to everyone in Jiankang, and almost half of the officials of the imperial court came to congratulate them.

Unexpectedly, on the day of the wedding, the emperor also came.

This is a great honor.

After all the people at the banquet knelt down, they all looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Everyone enjoy yourself, don't be restrained." Chen Qian waved her sleeves.

Both Su Ziyi and Hou An had no elders, originally invited a distant elder from Hou's family to be worshipped, but when the emperor came, he naturally sat on the top seat.

These two salutes to the high hall will be given to Chen Qian.

Chen Qian looked sideways and saw Han Zigao who was sitting in the chief seat with downcast eyes.

Ever since he said those words that night, he knew that the fate between him and him might be over.

But he was still a little bit unwilling.

"Since Han Qing is the elder brother of the bride, let me accept this gift with me."

Han Zi raised his eyes.

"My minister...obey the order."

Perhaps in response to joy, Han Zigao wore a crimson robe today. The pattern of blue cranes on the robe stretched his neck independently, lifelike.

As for Chen Qian, she was also wearing a red-blue robe with a stand-up collar.

Chen Qian and Han Zigao sat in the upper seats, one was the real dragon emperor, and the other was the stunning general, they suddenly took away some of the newcomer's demeanor.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The newcomer bowed to heaven and earth, and turned to face Chen Qian and Han Zigao.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

For a newlywed couple, facing the emperor and the right general, the key point is that two men perform a high hall ceremony, which is unprecedented.

The people at the banquet didn't dare to say anything, but they really felt a little weird in their hearts.

Han Zigao looked at Hou Andu and Su Ziyi in a daze and saluted.

He is sitting in this position, and on his right is Chen Qian.

It was him and Chen Qian who had always only sat in the high places of their parents.

And they were all dressed in red, and they were extremely happy. It seemed that this wedding was not for those two people, but...

He vaguely guessed what Chen Qian meant.

Unfortunately, this will never be possible.

"Bye husband and wife!"

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

"Licheng!"

His eyes were a little moist, Han Zigao slightly closed his eyes to cover up the moisture in his eyes.

When Hou An came out to drink and receive congratulatory guests, it stands to reason that Han Zigao, as his mother's family, would have to be given a few glasses of wine and exchanged drinks.

But in fact, no one dared to hold Han Zigao to drink - who would dare with a door god-like emperor by his side? !

Han Zigao walked away from the banquet, as if he didn't see the person behind him.

Chen Qian looked at his back and wanted to open her mouth several times, but she couldn't.

say what?

Say don't go?

He spoke clearly and plainly that day.

But I didn't expect that he would be so impatient—in the memorial presented the day before yesterday, he clearly requested to leave in three days.

Do the math, it's tomorrow.

Just like that, are you eager to leave yourself and Jiankang?

After calculating the time, do you want to leave only after this marriage is concluded?

"If the emperor follows the humble minister like this, there will be more gossip." A clear and cold voice came from the person in front.

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

Chen Qian calculated the distance between the two.

But five meters away.

But it seems to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

"Are you so eager to leave?" The wedding wine left in his mouth could not be tasted just now, but now he can feel the taste - distinct bitterness.

"The ending has been decided, why bother..." Han Zigao said leisurely, and walked forward without hesitation.

"Wait!" Chen Qian couldn't stop shouting as she watched the man's back getting further and further away.

He stopped, his thin back seemed to be silently waiting for his words, and silently prepared to resist all his attempts to persuade him to stay.

"You...do you still have me in your heart?"

With his back turned to Chen Qian, Han Zigao smiled bitterly silently.

So what if there is, so what if there is no...

It's always just a dream.

Three thousand and one big dream is empty.

He didn't answer him.

Chen Qian looked at Han Zigao's back, her feet were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up, she went to chase...

Han Zigao didn't tell Su Ziyi that he left the next day, nor did he tell Hou Andu, although Hou Andu probably knew about it.

The day he left was the sixth day of May.

The morning wind was still cool, Han Zigao smiled wryly and stroked his neck, the familiar tingling came again.

With dozens of soldiers, he left the gate of Jiankang.The army had been dispatched by him in batches a few days ago, even though there were ten people by his side today, he still felt a little lonely.

Han Zigao turned around and looked at Jiankang's city gate. The large mottled characters on the gate seemed to be telling about the bloody storms and the change of dynasties over the years.

He will spend his whole life defending the Chen family's country.

Because no matter how much entanglement there is between that person and him, no matter how far the distance is, no matter how deep the gap is, it will not be able to offset his kindness to himself.

The grace of knowledge, the grace of support, the grace of teaching, the grace of saving lives...

As if sensing something, Han Zigao looked away and looked into the distance.

On the tallest tower, there seemed to be someone looking at him.

Intuition told him who it was.

Han Zigao smiled slightly, turned around, and left without looking back.

He didn't ask for anything, that was enough.

In this way, it is not near or far, which is great.