Han Zigao

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Seeing Han Zigao's Qingcheng smile, Chen Qian asked angrily, "What are you laughing at?! I know, look at you, thinking of going to see Xiaomei tomorrow, I'm so happy!"

He was a little ashamed, as if he had discovered the secret in his heart.

Han Zigao finally stood up and smiled: "Okay, it's late, Qian'er, we should go to rest, you are injured, you should rest more, I have to get up early tomorrow."

Chen Qian glared at him, wanting to say something, but finally stopped talking.

The two finally hugged each other and fell asleep.

On the second day, Chen Qian followed Han Zigao up early, ate breakfast, and he drank some medicine, and ordered some gifts to be moved to the carriage. Then, there was a carriage covered with soft blankets. Carefully brought a hand stove and a bag of charcoal, and put them on the car. It was actually the end of February, but Chen Qian was injured, and Zhao Dahu was always very considerate.

Han Zigao was a little surprised to see Chen Qian who was wearing a black cloak about to get into the carriage, held him back, and couldn't help but ask, "Zihua, what are you doing?"

Chen Qian blinked her pretty eyes and smiled, "I can't ride a horse, can't I take a carriage?"

Han Zigao frowned: "The road is bumpy, your injury..."

"Aman," he interrupted him, and suddenly whispered: "You don't really think I'll let you meet your old lover alone, do you?"

After finishing speaking, he got into the carriage by himself. Han Zigao looked at the carriage in astonishment, and finally the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and a smile slowly spread out.

Han Zigao got on his horse, and the group set off.

Half an hour later, I had already seen the mountain of my hometown and arrived at the entrance of the village.There, there is a continuous small river that flows directly from the entrance of the village to the village.

The moment he saw the small river, Han Zigao's eyes became moist.

Once upon a time, I and my friends in the village were catching fish in this river every day, catching small tadpoles, catching fish lying motionless in the sand, and occasionally having river meals.If he could grab a river meal, he would have a sumptuous dinner that night.

However, it was this damn war that broke the carefree life of Han Zigao when he was a child. I don't remember when, the village also came to the chaos. They burned, killed, looted, and did everything.

Grandpa Zhang at the east end of the village had two chickens at home. At that time, Grandpa Zhang wanted to keep a hen to lay eggs for his little grandson, so he was beheaded by the rebel army, and the whole family was killed. The army wished he could kill people to vent his anger. The village was full of chickens and dogs, and corpses were strewn all over the field.

Han Zigao hated war, hated it from the bottom of his heart.

He is now a valiant general on the battlefield, but hates war as much as ever.

When I came to the small green river, even the fish in the river were eaten up by the hungry villagers.But the water is still so clear that you can see the smooth pebbles inside.

Han Zigao suddenly became childish, got off the ground, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and walked into the river.

Although it is spring, the river water is still bone-chillingly cold.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Chen Qian's anxious voice came: "Zigao! The water is too cold, you will get sick if you soak your bare feet in the water like this."

Han Zigao didn't pay attention, Chen Qian didn't care about her injuries, got out of the car, stood on the bank and called, "Zigao! Zigao..."

He stopped suddenly, Han Zigao bent down to scoop up water, splashed the water into the air, and suddenly burst out laughing.

For three years, he had never seen Han Zigao laugh so loudly and happily!

The sun shone on the raised water drops, and the water drops slowly fell. In the middle of the river below, stood the extremely beautiful young general, laughing, and sprinkled water into the air over and over again.

The water droplets flashed colorful light under the sunlight.

Chen Qian looked at the beautiful young man who couldn't be missed, and suddenly felt a lot of guilt: If he didn't follow her, would he laugh like this a lot of times, with such an innocent and lovely smile, since he followed her , never again?

Han Zigao was playing when he heard Chen Qian's singing behind him. He was singing word by word: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water. Follow it back, the road is long and obstructive. Follow it when you travel back , Wan in the middle of the water..."

He turned his head, looked at Chen Qian's affectionate eyes, and listened quietly to the end of his singing.

After Chen Qian finished singing, she suddenly smiled at Han Zigao with a hoarse voice: "Aman! In this life, I will never let you leave me!"

The guards were far away, and Chen Qian evoked the intimate nicknames between the two.

Han Zigao glared at Chen Qian, but childishly splashed water on him, a small amount of water splashed on Chen Qian's face, giving off a cool, icy breath.

Although it is spring, it is still very cold.

"Haha!" Han Zigao laughed out loud looking at Chen Qian who was a little embarrassed.

Chen Qian couldn't help laughing too.

The two laughed for a while, but Chen Qian was still afraid that he would stand in the cold water for too long, so she shouted, "Aman, if you don't come up again, I'm going to be angry."

Han Zi whistled loudly, and the Jedi suddenly rushed into the river.

He laughed and got on his horse, Jedi raised his hooves and neighed in the river, Sa Huan'er ran forward, behind him, more water droplets were splashed, and a little frog hiding on the bank staggered into it in shock. into the water.

Han Zigao galloped in the water for a while, and finally came ashore. Chen Qian hurriedly asked the guards to hand over his shoes and socks. After he put them on, he smiled with Chen Qian on the shore, "Xian'er, let's go."

The two were walking by the water. The shore was covered with newly grown grass and unknown small wild flowers swaying in the wind.The spring breeze is blowing, with the fresh scent of grass and some faint floral fragrance in the breeze, it is the season when the wind of willows is not cold.

The warm sunshine of early spring shone on the two of them.

Han Zigao held Chen Qian's arm with one hand. Under the sunlight, both of them were handsome and tall, wearing capes. Seen from behind, their shadows overlapped and never separated.

Han Zi was very happy, and it was rare to talk about many anecdotes when he was young. Chen Qian listened with a smile, and looked at his innocent and happy smile obsessively.

When he finally reached the path leading to his house, Han Zigao stopped suddenly.It was time to eat at noon, but there were only a few houses with cooking smoke rising from them, most of them were dead, and the people in the village had died long ago, and escaped, and the sparse few families probably had a meal without a meal Suddenly.

Han Zigao's tears fell drop by drop.

"Aman!" Chen Qian grabbed his hand in a panic and wiped away her tears: "I promise you, I will order the county magistrate of Shanyin to send some rice noodles to every household when I go back, don't be sad ,OK?"

Han Zigao wiped away his tears, and suddenly said: "Qian'er, if you really become the emperor one day, promise me that you will feed children like me."

"I promise you, my queen." He laughed suddenly, showing his childishness again.