General, please be a loyal minister!

Chapter 18

When Han Zhao taught Zhao Ji a lesson, Wei Yao next door also heard, and she glanced worriedly in the direction of Han Zhao's house through the wall.

Looking at the dark sky, Wei Yao guessed that their master and apprentice would not come to eat today, so he packed the food in a basket and sent it to the next door.

It was Han Zhao who opened the door. He thanked him, took the basket, and didn't ask Wei Yao to sit in.

Wei Yao asked with concern: "Is brother Ji's injury okay? This is a little trauma medicine, which was left by my father when he was around."

Han Zhao took the medicine bottle, nodded his thanks, but did not mention Zhao Ji's situation.

Knowing that he didn't want to mention it, Wei Yao nodded politely at Han Zhao, took his leave and went back.

In the main room, Zhao Ji had already started copying books on his knees.

This admonition according to the Han family law reform is not long, only more than a hundred words.

But Zhao Ji hadn't learned many characters yet, and it was very difficult to copy the book. The book was full of ghostly symbols, and he copied it for a long time, but he didn't finish the first time.

Han Zhao went in and put the medicine given by Wei Yao in front of him: "Your sister Wei gave it to you."

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Zhao Ji watched Han Zhao leave, then looked back at the medicine bottle, feeling even more annoyed in his heart.

An outsider knows to care about himself, but he is so cruel to himself.

Zhao Ji was copying the book while thinking about all kinds of things today, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out, and his eyes gradually turned red with anger.

He copied the book not because he was enlightened and enlightened after hearing what Han Zhao said.It's that he still accepts Han Zhao's words, and wants to continue to be mentors and apprentices with Han Zhao.

But he felt very wronged when he thought that he was wronged and asked for perfection, and Han Zhao was indifferent and ruthless.

Zhao Ji copied this book until midnight.

When he was about to rest, he saw the fire in the kitchen, and found the food that Wei Yao sent in the pot. The food was warmed by warm water, but it was still hot.

He knew that Han Zhao didn't touch the stove, so he intuited that Wei Yao warmed it up when he delivered it.

After eating hastily, Zhao Ji didn't wash his face, and dragged his body full of pain, went back to his room and fell asleep.

This end, inside Han Zhao's house.

Han Zhao was lying on the bed with his eyes lightly closed. By the moonlight, he could vaguely see more than a dozen bloody welts on his back, which were as dazzling as those painted with cinnabar on white silk.

——According to the rules of the system, if Han Zhao gave Zhao Ji eleven lashes, he would receive 22 lashes.

Although I have used the red medicine given by the system, it is not a panacea after all. For a period of time, the wound still bleeds as much as it should, and hurts as much as it should.

1.0, who was told by Han Zhao to pay attention to Zhao Ji's movements, heard the sound of the door opening and closing next door and woke up Han Zhao: [Chong Guang, Emperor Ming returned to his room after copying. 】

Hearing the sound, Han Zhao slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without any sleepiness.

"What is he doing?"

【is crying. 】

Han Zhao was silent for a moment, then got up and put on a clean underwear, and got dressed again.In the meantime, he even looked calm and didn't even frown, as if the wound on his back didn't feel pain.

After walking out of the room, Han Zhaocai noticed that it was already late at night.

Zhao Ji had already eaten the food left in the kitchen, and the admonitions he had copied were full of ghostly talismans, but the number of sheets was not short, and Han Zhao didn't bother to worry about it.

After checking, Han Zhao walked to Zhao Ji's door without opening the door.

After standing for a while, he turned around and went to his room, but turned back after walking a few steps.

After going back and forth like this several times, 1.0 can't stand it anymore: [If you want to see it, go in and take a look. 】

Han Zhao retorted angrily: "Who said I want to see him?" After speaking, he waved his sleeves and walked towards his own room.

1.0 realized that he seemed to have persuaded the wrong person, so he dared not speak out.

After walking a few steps, Han Zhao turned back again, stood in front of the door for a while, pushed the door open and went in.

The bed curtain was half covered, Zhao Ji was already fast asleep, but because of the wound on his back, he could only lie on his stomach naked, bright red scars interlaced with blue and purple bruises outlined a miserable scene on his thin back.

He himself took the medicine given by Wei Yao, but it was very careless, with a big lump here and nothing there.

Standing by the bed, Han Zhao stretched out his hands to check the wounds on Zhao Ji's body—two ribs were broken, most of the bones in his right leg were cracked, the corner of his left eye was broken, hematoma, and countless bruises all over his body. Seven bloody welts from Han Zhao...

But the sum of all these things is probably not as sad as the wet mark on the pillow that made Zhao Ji sad——

He looked at the large tear stain with complicated eyes.

He said that as long as Zhao Ji lives up to him, he will live up to Zhao Ji.

But this is not a promise of affection, it is just a contract.

Han Zhao felt that he had educated Zhao Ji and helped him plan for the future, and it was a very fair deal for Zhao Ji to give him the position of no second after he seized the world, but he never thought about the emotional expenditure involved...

Zhao Ji really regarded him as a master.

Master, master, like a master, like a father, when Han Zhao casually accepted this title in Yicheng, Han Zhao didn't think much about it. He just felt that it was a great favor that he didn't despise Zhao Ji as a descendant of Liu Rui.

It seems that it was not Zhao Ji who agreed hastily, but him.

Counting Han Zhao's life in detail, there are too few people who can really walk into his heart.

Except for the flesh and blood of the closest relatives, even one hand is not enough.

Suspicious and cold, Han Zhao has long accepted such an evaluation.

Just like today, he already knew the whole story, but he didn't feel sorry for Zhao Ji's angry heart because of being bullied, he only hated his stupidity and recklessness.

Now that he calmed down, he felt a little guilty when he saw Zhao Ji's tears.

Zhao Ji said that Han Zhao was not worthy to be his master, but Han Zhao did not deny it.

He has a stubborn temper, bad temper, no teaching experience, and no compassion for the elders. It can be said that he is completely unsuitable to be a master, but fate has given Zhao Ji to him, so he can only bite the bullet and continue to do it.

Han Zhao lifted his clothes and sat down beside Zhao Ji's bed.

The sound beside the bed disturbed Zhao Ji in his sleep, his eyelids moved, but they did not open.

Han Zhao did not expose him, but took out a bottle of red medicine, and while feeding Zhao Ji, he said, "I have a big brother."

"He is excellent, a thousand times better than me."

Han Zhao's eldest brother is undoubtedly a genius. At the age of ten, he was familiar with hundreds of classics; at the age of 14, he debated with the famous people in the world, and no one could beat him... Others said that their Han family had a founding hero Later, a national scholar will be born.

However, Han Zhao's eldest brother did not get the chance to show his talents.

"But he died. He died before all his ambitions could be unfolded."

The downfall of the Han family implicated the elder brother. After running around without a place, he gritted his teeth and joined the army, but died in the barracks.

"Nothing was left."

Even if he avenged his eldest brother later, so what?Even if you have the talents of the world, if you die before you can do anything, you are nothing.

Han Zhao's story is short, but he wants Zhao Ji to understand a lot.

Until Han Zhao finished delivering the medicine to Zhao Ji, he still closed his eyes tightly and said nothing.

Han Zhao knew that Zhao Ji hated him very much, but he was used to being lonely and cold, and he didn't know how to repair this crack, and he was also used to not repairing it.

He was leaving tomorrow, originally planned to say goodbye to Zhao Ji tonight, but in the end it turned out like this.

Han Zhao sat for a while in the dark, then put down the remaining red medicine, got up and left.

……

When the morning light of the second day shone into the room, Zhao Ji woke up with soreness all over his body.

He knew about Han Zhao's arrival last night and heard those words, but he didn't understand.

Zhao Ji was still angry with Han Zhao, so when he heard the movement outside the door, he turned his head to the inside of the bed.

The door was pushed open, and people from outside walked in.

No matter how hard you try to coax me, I won't calm down easily.Zhao Ji snorted coldly in his heart, but the grievances were much less.

However, what came to my ears was a clear and bright female voice: "It's not up yet, the sun is scorching our ass!"

Surprised, Zhao Ji suddenly turned his head and saw Wei Yao's smiling face.

It was Wei Yao who came, and only Wei Yao.Zhao Ji's heart, which was originally fluttering, fell to the ground, and the fall was painful.

The corner of Zhao Ji's mouth twitched for a while, but he only asked angrily, "Why are you here?"

He was in a bad mood, and began to speak sarcasticly to Wei Yao, who was usually close to him.

Wei Yao laughed and asked back angrily, "Why can't I come?"

Wei Yao also knew what Zhao Ji was angry about, so he didn't bother with him, put down the basket in his hand and explained: "Brother Han asked me to take care of you when he left, no, I brought you breakfast."

Han Zhao asked her to come?Why don't you come by yourself?

The more Zhao Ji thought about it, the more angry he became, and he said angrily, "I'm not hungry."

Zhao Ji's childish temper made Wei Yao helpless, and she stood in front of Zhao Ji's bed with her arms folded: "What's wrong? Do you want to be angry all the time? Starve yourself to death? Wait until Brother Han comes back two months later, hugging your body and crying bitterly regretting it." , and then you are happy?"

"Of course not—" Zhao Ji suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

etc!two months?What two months?

He was shocked, turned over, stared at Wei Yao and asked: "What did you say two months? He went away?"

Realizing this, Zhao Ji ignored the wound on his back, grabbed Wei Yao's wrist and asked, "Where did he go?"

The excited Zhao Ji startled Wei Yao, and she replied in surprise: "The south side said it was for business. Don't you know?"

Zhao Ji did not know anything.

Do business?

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, merchants are at the bottom.How could Han Zhao, who is so arrogant and aloof, go into business?

What's more, they are not short of money recently.

Zhao Ji asked: "Which city are you going to? What business do you do?"

Wei Yao shook his head: "Brother Han didn't say anything."

Without getting an answer, Zhao Ji became more and more wrong, and the more he thought about it, the more disturbed he became.

He jumped up from the bed, picked up his clothes, and rushed out of the room.

This move came so suddenly that Wei Yao didn't even have time to stop the questioning when he saw Zhao Ji running out of the yard while getting dressed.

Zhao Ji ran along the alley, but he ran all the way to the street without seeing any sign of Han Zhao.

He knew that he could not catch up with Han Zhao.

Han Zhao just left without making a sound?

Zhao Ji found it unbelievable, or rather, he couldn't believe it.

Han Zhao's leaving without saying goodbye and missing whereabouts made Zhao Ji panic. He was afraid that Han Zhao would never come back, and he was afraid that he would be left in this strange place.

Han Zhao had a reason to abandon him. He did something wrong and said something wrong.

He said that Han Zhao is not worthy to be his master——

Han Zhao was the only person who gave Zhao Ji the warmth of home after his mother died, and Zhao Ji was very afraid of losing this warmth again.

And Han Zhao left without saying goodbye after the dispute, giving Zhao Ji, who was in a foreign land and extremely insecure, a signal that "Han Zhao will leave him behind".

After running fiercely just now, the wound on his back opened again and began to bleed, but Zhao Ji felt no pain at all.

He knelt down in a slumped state, staring blankly at the crowds passing by on the street and at the city walls of a foreign land, feeling like a speck of dust blown up by the wind.

Gone with the wind, gone with the wind, there is still no destination after all.

The author has something to say: quarreling for a while, and seeking peace in the crematorium (both of them)

Han Zhao: I don't care about Zhao Ji at all. Being nice to him is only out of self-interest, really.