Drunk King and Minister

"General. The commander is looking for you." The soldier who notified took a peek at the calm Chen Qian, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but said, "The commander looks very angry."

"Well, the general will know, you can step back." Chen Qian shook the bright red shirt in her hand, swished a backhand, draped it on her back, and tied it to the armor.

"Yes." The soldier withdrew.

There was a triumphant smile on Chen Qian's face.Of course my uncle was angry, and it would be strange if he wasn't angry.

In front of Chen Baxian's tent.

Chen Qian adjusted her appearance before walking in.

A roll of bamboo flew straight over and threw it at Chen Qian aggressively.

Chen Qian didn't dodge, and let the bamboo slip hit her forehead.

"You...why don't you avoid it." Chen Baxian looked at the bumps that appeared on his nephew's smooth forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye, feeling distressed and angry.

"My nephew made a mistake first, and then angered my uncle. How can I avoid it." After Chen Qian said, she put her left hand on her left knee and knelt down on one knee, "Please punish my uncle!"

"You..." Chen Ba first raised his finger to point at Chen Qian, but finally put it down helplessly, "You already expected that I won't bear to punish you. That's all, I really can't bear to punish you, just get up."

After Chen Qian stood up, she still stood there respectfully.

"Okay, stop pretending. You have been the most pretending among the brothers since you were young. I get angry when I see it." Chen Baxian said angry, but his face has improved a lot, "Come here, say By the way, how long ago did you come up with this idea."

Only then did Chen Qian's mouth smile again.

Chen Qian, who was having a secret conversation with her uncle, didn't know that just last night, Xuzhou Mansion was almost turned on its back.

It was three o'clock last night.

Xuzhou Prefecture.

"What!!" The teacup with a celadon cover in Shen Miaorong's hand fell straight down, splashing fine pieces of white porcelain on the cyan stone bricks, and the steaming green tea was instantly reflected on the slate. A cloud of dampness.

Her eyes turned black, her fingers trembled, and she couldn't even hold the silk gauze handkerchief.

"But... but really..." Shen Miaorong's footsteps trembled.

Chen Yan at the side quickly supported Shen Miaorong who was on the verge of collapse, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, and send someone to call General Han to ask."

Han Zigao heard the rumors at dusk.

The rumors are convincing: "Xinwu General Chen Qian was ambushed at Yingtan Stream when he went north to Guangling, and his life was in danger."

As soon as the waiting soldiers finished speaking, Han Zigao almost fainted.

The remaining sanity made him finally say a word.

"Press down. How long can you press down?"

After Hou Bing retreated.Master Han supported the table with his hands, but he was a little unsteady.

Obviously knowing that this is just a rumor, but there is a voice in my heart that says "no wind, no waves".

There were bursts of panic in my heart, and my mind was full of the silver backs that gradually drifted away when we parted.

There was no news from Zihua for four days, but there was news like this just now.Han Zigao would rather not hear from Chen Qian.

What if something happened to him?And if the rumors are true?

Han Zigao felt a panic that he had never experienced before...

A tingling pain in the palm...

Han Zigao lowered his head, but nervously grasped the blade moon wrapped around his waist tightly with his palms, the hidden blade just scratched the fragile palm, leaving a scarlet streak.

It was the stinging pain that brought back Zigao's sanity.

How could someone like Chen Qian get into trouble so easily?No, absolutely not...

Affirmed over and over again.Zigao himself didn't know whether he was really affirming it, or to make himself affirmed.

But he finally realized clearly that the most urgent task is to do what Chen Qian told him.

The pace cannot be messed up.

Steady, must be steady.