[Zhan Zhao] Counseling County Master Chasing Her Husband

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "Zhan XX's body, Zhan XX knows."

It is normal for him to act cautiously when he came out to roam the rivers and lakes when he was young. It is rare for him to be so unrestrained. Perhaps it is because he has been with Zhao Ning for a long time and has acquired the madness of young people.

He looked down at the wine in the glass, his clear eyes were full of unresolved worries.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Long didn't know how to persuade him.

Nanxia Zhanzhao, a well-known hero in Jianghu, devoted himself to the officialdom, and was also a fourth-rank guard with a knife personally appointed by the emperor Zhao Zhen. His half life can be described as a role model for men in the world. What will happen?

Zhang Long thought about it for a long time, but he could only choke out one sentence: "Hero Zhan, please take a closer look."

This sentence is simple and easy to understand, no matter what the occasion, it can be used.

Zhan Zhao smiled lightly, did not answer, raised his wine glass, and respected Zhang Long from afar.

The two of them clinked their wine glasses together, and Zhang Long drank it down in one gulp.

When the wine was full, Zhang Long didn't remember going to persuade Zhan Zhao Shao to drink. He went to pour wine for Zhan Zhao with his tongue out, but he didn't pour out a drop after pouring for half a day, so he shook his head again and again: "This wine is too little, brother drink it." Not happy."

Zhang Long stood up staggeringly, supported the wall and went to the kitchen to look for wine, before leaving the house he still did not forget to say to Zhan Zhao: "Hero Zhan, wait a moment, I'll fetch another jug."

Zhan Zhao was the only one left in the room again, the cold moonlight shone in through the screen window, and shone on the table where a lot of wine had been spilled, making it watery.

Zhan Zhao couldn't help but think of the scene of drinking with Zhao Ning at Fengyi Pavilion.

Zhao Ning always eats and drinks very elegantly, taking a small sip, leaving a touch of lip fat on the cup, reflecting the soft and pink light under the moonlight.

She used to imprint that lip gloss on his fingers, Zhan Zhao can still recall the delicateness of her fingers that night, as well as the faint fragrance of the lip gloss.

Zhan Zhao looked at Zhao Ning's finger with lip balm, and murmured, "I'm doing it for her own good."

Yingying fifteen, Jujuan twenty-eight, she is still so young, how does she know what it feels like to really like someone?

The people she can get in touch with are limited, perhaps because she saw that he was different from others in playing swords in Yaowu Tower, so she had a three-pointed mind, but this three-pointed mind is not like liking.

The young man didn't care about anything, so he mistook this three-pointed mind for love, and said that he liked him with joy and care, with a ignorance of ignorance of the world.

Because he is a teenager, he can be ignorant, or rampage, and even has the right to mess around, and also has the right to start over.

Zhao Ning can, but he can't, he is no longer a teenager.

He is much older than her, and he has both the right and the obligation to remind her and advise her.

Alcohol invaded his body, Zhan Zhao felt that he was a little drunk, otherwise, how could he think about those things that he didn't have?

Zhan Zhao got up from the chair, holding the Juque Sword as a crutch, and wanted to explain to Zhao Ning.

Although Zhan Zhao was ill, his martial arts were still there. From time to time, he would hear a woman Yu Qinggong coming at night, and went to the posthouse to look for Pang Yu.

How can such a person who messes around with flowers and grass everywhere be a good person?

Zhan Zhao wants to tell Zhao Ning that you are still young and you will meet better people in the future, but Pang Yu is not a good person, so can you not be with him.

Zhan Zhao came all the way to the courtyard where Zhao Ning lived, and the guards of the palace stood with their swords, stopped Zhan Zhao, his eyes flashed, and said: "The princess has rested."

The sound of Pang Yu laughing came from the room.

Guard: "..."

Zhan Zhao squinted and saw that Zhao Ning's room door was open, and Pang Yu came out from inside. His dog-legged attendant was carrying a glazed lamp made of sheep's horns. He turned around and said goodbye to Zhao Ning with a smile.

The guard's expression changed, and he said to Zhan Zhao, "Guard Zhan, you should go back."

Zhan Zhao looked at the guard, feeling tight in his chest: "Is it the princess who doesn't let Zhan go in, or you don't let Zhan go in?"

But the guard said: "When the Zhan guards went in at that time, where would the princess's reputation be placed?"

Pang Yu had already walked over, looked at Zhan Zhao who was stopped by the guards, smiled gloatingly, passed by, patted Zhan Zhao's shoulder with a folding fan, and whispered to him: "This Marquis...but with A I'd rather talk to someone I've loved."

"Don't say that the Marquis can visit her at any time at this time, even in the palace, no one dares to stop the Marquis."

Zhan Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and Pang Yu raised his eyebrows, a smile that was not a smile: "You are only a fourth-rank guard with a sword, what are you fighting with me?"

After finishing speaking, Pang Yu walked away, and the guards bowed to send him away, their respectful attitude was completely in contrast to the way they treated Zhan Zhao.

The guards insisted on not letting Zhan Zhao in, but Zhan Zhao didn't say anything, glanced at the slowly closing door, and limped away.

The night is getting darker, and everything is silent.

Zhan Zhao tapped the branch with his toes, landed silently, and quietly entered Zhao Ning's room.

In the room, most of the red candles were burning, and the sandalwood smoke was wafting out.

Although there is no place to burn earth dragons in the post house, there are plenty of charcoal fires, and the room is warm. Zhao Ning didn't wear heavy clothes, but only wore a jade-colored skirt, leaning on the imperial concubine's couch Flip through the storybook.

Her finger was still wrapped in gauze, and Zhan Zhao knew that it was the injury she suffered when she picked herbs for him at the bottom of the mountain.

Because of the thick gauze wrapped around her fingers, it was a bit difficult for her to turn the pages of the story book. After reading one page, she couldn't turn to the second page for a long time.

Her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she blew on her fingers, as if she could open the script in this way.

However, it still hasn't been opened.

Zhan Zhao walked over, pressed the script with the index finger of his left hand, and gently peeled off the page.

Zhao Ning raised his head.

A pair of autumn water-like pupils crashed straight into the stars.

Her face suddenly turned red, she closed the script with a snap, and faltered, "Guard Zhan Zhan, why are you here?"

——Whether it was on the face or in the words, there was no surprise at all, it was all fright.

Zhan Zhao was a little disappointed, and his tone was light: "Zhan wants to say a few words to the princess."

Zhao Ning frantically hid the scriptures in her sleeves to make room for Zhan Zhao. She was about to get on the bed and pour Zhan Zhao a glass of water when her bare feet touched the cold floor, and she shrank back.

Zhan Zhao remembered what she was wearing in the palace, moved the Juque sword, and pushed her crested embroidered shoes to her feet.

Zhao Ning bent down to put on his shoes, but his hands were wrapped in gauze, so he couldn't put them on anyway, so he simply stopped wearing them, kicked his shoes, and poured Zhan Zhao a glass of water.

The two sat facing each other, Zhao Ning smelled the alcohol on his body, frowned and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, took the water, took a sip, the taste was sweet, but it was not the tea that Zhao Ning was used to, but the sweetness that Pang Yu had on him.

Zhan Zhao glanced at the table, because there was no maid serving, the cups Pang Yu drank from were placed on the table casually, and were not put away by the teapot.

The mouth of the cup was bright red, which was the color of Pang Yu's lip balm.

This water Pang Yu likes, Zhao Ning specially prepared it for Pang Yu.

Zhan Zhao couldn't drink anymore, put the cup on the table, looked at Zhao Ning with clear eyes, and didn't know how to speak.

Zhao Ning's tone returned to normal, and he said familiarly that his wound was not healed and he shouldn't drink so much wine.

After talking for a long while, but Zhan Zhao didn't answer, Zhao Ning was a little puzzled, looked at Zhan Zhao, and said hesitantly, "Didn't you... have something to ask me for?"

"Did Master Bao have news, or did he have clues about the murderer?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "Neither of them."

Zhan Zhao thought he was a little drunk, but when he saw Zhao Ning, he realized clearly that he was not drunk.

Naughty girl shy, years without worries, what a good age, ignorant, innocent, immature, pure as a piece of white paper.

But he was much older than her, and when he was wandering in the rivers and lakes, she still couldn't walk steadily.

Zhan Zhao said: "Princess, you are still young, and you will meet someone more suitable for you in the future. Although An Lehou is good, he is not your lover."

Zhao Ning's smile froze on her face, she looked at Zhan Zhao, her gaze was full of inquiry: "The guard Zhan came here late at night just to tell me this?"

Zhao Ning has always felt that she is not a free and easy person, but after reliving her life, there are many things that make her want to be free and easy.

For example, she likes Zhan Zhao, but Zhan Zhao doesn't like her things.

Nan Xing told her that if you like someone, you have to tell him, otherwise he won't know you like him until he dies, how aggrieved.

Pang Yu told her that if you like someone, you should do everything you can to be good to her, even if these good things will harm the interests of some others, that's okay, you don't even dare to do murder and arson to violate the law and discipline for her. What qualifications say love her.

Nan Xing and Pang Yu don't agree with each other, and their temperaments are at odds, but in this matter, they reached an extremely rare consensus-if you like someone, you must work hard to be together. You can be a husband and wife, so why should you be wronged to be friends.

Asking herself, Zhao Ning also feels that she has never been a bold person, she is afraid of pain, she is coquettish, and she can't stand a little bit of wronged, but once things involve Zhan Zhao, her princess habits of looking forward to the future and avoiding disadvantages are all gone. Forget it.

If two people need to walk a thousand steps together, as long as Zhan Zhao reaches out to her, she will have the courage to walk the thousand steps alone.

She looked at Zhan Zhao, her autumn-like eyes were full of inquiry and anticipation.

She felt that the courage of her two lifetimes had been spent on Zhan Zhao, and she didn't really disagree with the truth that the mother concubine taught her girls to be more reserved.

In her previous life, she had listened to her mother and concubine's words, and had been reserved all her life, until Zhan Zhao married a wife and she died.

Zhao Ning looked at Zhan Zhao with bright eyes: "Then guard Zhan thinks, who will be my beloved?"

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