Han Zigao

Summer had just passed, and on the night of the fourteenth day of the seventh month in the lunar calendar, the wind was still very hot. Even so, it couldn't melt the coldness and despair in Han Zigao's heart.

In the dark night, there was no sound, but gradually, there was a rapid sound of horseshoes, which was extremely ear-piercing in this dark night.

The sound of the horse's hooves is very urgent. If you just listen to the sound of the hoofs landing, it seems that there are at least two horses running together. In fact, it's just that the horse is running too fast.

Who does not lie down at home and have a good rest in the dark night, but travels and dusts, and rides forward?

This is exactly Han Zigao who escaped from being a queen.

Han Zigao only rode his horse and galloped towards the northwest. On the first night, he ran 4 or 5 hundred miles. In fact, it was only midnight. This was mainly because his horse was too fast. It was the kind that could travel thousands of miles day and night. The best in the Maxima.

So he ran four or five hundred miles a night.He was afraid that Chen Qian would find him, so he stayed in bed at night and traveled at night, and if he occasionally traveled during the day, he would always find the remote and uninhabited path.

In fact, he didn't know where he was going, he just felt that he had to stay away.

It was the middle of July, the moon was bright and bright, and the stars were shining brightly. Han Zigao looked up at the moon, and his heart was unknowingly replaced by sadness.

Along with this sadness came a trace of despair, he didn't dare to think, he rode forward desperately, as if he wanted to escape from everything,

Amidst the rapid sound of horseshoes, his yelling of "drive, drive" came continuously. In the dark night, some people might think, what military affairs happened to make this man gallop so desperately all night?

Han Zigao was afraid that he would soften his heart and turn back, so he just rode his horse and galloped northwest.

After eight or nine days like this, he has traveled four or five thousand miles.One day, he came to a small border town, and he asked, and found that he had reached the border of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but it turned out that this small town was an area where Dachen, Northern Qi, and Northern Zhou all belonged and neither belonged.

The residents of the three countries are mixed in this small town, which is quite lively. What's more interesting is that the troops of the three countries don't harass the people in this small town, in this troubled world.On the contrary, this small town is like a haven from the wind.

Go in and have a look.There are many prostitutes and restaurants in this small town, but few farmers.

There are many playboys in gorgeous clothes, holding folding fans, birdcages and the like in their hands.It seems that they have nothing to do, they only make troubles in broad daylight, and everyone seems to be very familiar with each other, every tavern and flower building are full of people.Business is excellent.

Han Zigao felt that it was a bit new and novel, so he found a not-so-big restaurant.He stayed first. Although he lived in inns during the day these days, he always found some of the smallest inns to live in and sleep during the day.I only bought some dry food and so on, and hurried on the road at night. In fact, I spent very little money.

He slept in this small town first.After resting for a day and a night, I felt finally rested the next day.He went out for a walk during the day, but still found himself a bit too attractive.

Many eyes on the street followed me.He has actually been used to it for so many years, but at this moment he is afraid that someone will recognize him and the news will be passed back to that person, so naturally he hopes to keep a low profile as possible.

He's 21, he's starting to grow some stubble, and he doesn't care for it, and his hair is intentionally messy, with a bun that's never been properly managed. He often let a lot of messy hair cover half of his face and eyes.

Even so, when he went out, he was still the one that the girls on the street were vying to look at. Many women came to strike up a conversation. He saw the way they looked at him, and he still found the usual obsessed expression.

He was afraid that he would turn into that empty place again, so he simply came out for a walk every evening, with a big bamboo hat on his head, deliberately covering most of his face, and went out to find a restaurant to eat and drink.

After a few more days like this, I also felt a little boring, and the suppressed thoughts slowly floated up from the bottom of my heart.

These days, he forced himself not to think about Chen Qian, wondering what was going on with him, would he be sad if he left him, would he misunderstand himself, would his health get worse because of this, these thoughts often It often comes to mind, and every time it comes to mind, he will beat the horse desperately at first, and in the next few days he is really uncomfortable, so he simply practiced some swords in the yard of the inn, let himself sweat profusely, and then took a hot bath , go to sleep.

But as the days passed, his methods were no longer working. Every night, he began to toss and turn, sleepless, and began to miss him. It became difficult for him to fall asleep quickly. He really wanted to go back, but he knew it was impossible, that stubborn person would probably hold on for a while, if he was sure he couldn't find himself or if he really didn't want to go back if he didn't make Shen Miaorong his queen, then he would give in and make a queen.

Today he took out five liang of silver and gave it to the waiter in the inn, asking him to pay attention to all the news of Chen Guo, and to report to him in time if there is any news.

Strolling to the street by myself, I saw a relatively large restaurant and walked in.

He didn't know that even though it was only for a few days, he had become the focus of attention. Everyone was whispering that a particularly young and handsome official had come to town.

He had changed into coarse clothes later on, and he also deliberately grew a stubble, but he was still very handsome, not to mention that the sword in his waist was always following him, everyone thought he was still an official.

He came to this big restaurant, but it was also a flower house, but he didn't want to have anything to do with any woman, he just said that he was here to eat and drink, not to whore~ prostitutes, and the flower house old~~bustard would not Forcing him, he only served him the food and wine he ordered, and he sat at a table and ate.

But it turns out that Hualou old bustard, looking at his appearance, felt that none of the girls in Hualou were worthy of him, so when he said that he didn't come to call girls, she agreed without thinking.

But he remembered that year when he was 15 years old when he went whoring ~ prostitutes were beaten. Once the door of this memory was opened, it was hard to hold back. Every bit of the relationship with Chen Qian came to his mind. He drank while thinking, getting more and more The more uncomfortable I feel.

I have been with that person for six years, and I am 21 years old this year, and every bit of him has already penetrated into my bone marrow, and blended with my blood, how can I forget it?

There is a private room upstairs in the tavern, and there is a tall and handsome man sitting in it, but this man saw Han Zigao from the private room on the second floor.

Since Han Zigao entered the door, his eyes have been staring at him. In fact, he caught a glimpse of Han Zigao from a distance yesterday, and last night, in this flower building, all he heard was this The girls inside were talking excitedly -------- a handsome man came to the small town.