Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

Guo Shaoan sat down in front of the chess table. He didn't believe that a woman could do anything to him... How could he be easily seduced by a strange woman as an emperor? What a joke! He firmly believes that as long as he has respect for his predecessors and has a righteous heart, he can't do anything wrong.

"Your Majesty please first." Zhang said softly.

Guo Shao pondered for a long time, picked up a white piece, and placed it domineeringly in the middle of the chessboard.

Mrs. Zhang immediately raised her head and glanced at Guo Shao, but didn't make a sound, and dropped her hand casually. After a while, she hesitated for a while, and then said in a low voice: "I don't want to force Your Majesty, but I really don't want to let you go like this... I want to see Your Majesty, it's very difficult, maybe I won't see you for a year, maybe a few years..."

When Guo Shao heard this, he immediately became more sure that Mrs. Zhang felt uncomfortable with the status quo. He thought to himself: Sure enough, there is a purpose for meeting her, and I finally have a clear understanding of her thoughts! Emphasize your position now.

At this moment, Zhang's voice said again: "Will Your Majesty laugh at me?"

Guo Shao looked up at her and saw Mrs. Zhang was very pitiful. Everything here is very simple and unsophisticated, it was originally a place for recuperation, there are not many brightly colored things on display, Mrs Zhang is also wearing a thin cotton and linen gown, her appearance is more and more sympathetic. And there is still a kind of unadorned beauty... The sunset has left the last light, her white face and protruding round chest are very clear in front of the window, but the light in other places has been dim and a little blurred; in this contrast of light and darkness, a white and pure woman is not a wonderful sight for Guo Shao.

Guo Shao suddenly felt that it was really miserable for a young woman to spend the rest of her life in the cold palace like this, and it was human nature to be a little unwilling, and there was nothing wrong with it. What's more, a beautiful woman, with a very low profile, showed her desire to be close to herself... This kind of thing would not dislike Guo Shao instinctively.

Hearing a woman ask him such a question, Guo Shao couldn't hold back his face, and said casually: "No, why should I laugh at you? The imperial concubine doesn't need to worry too much."

"Hmm..." Mrs. Zhang responded with some disappointment.

Seeing the beauty so lost, Guo Shao didn't hate her, and felt a little bit sorry, so he said: "I think the imperial concubine seems to have lost her secular relationship, doesn't she really want to become a monk?"

Mrs. Zhang sighed quietly: "It's not that I don't want to be pure and inactive. With my identity, I have long been as calm as water. But people live in the world, and grievances can be avoided if they want to."

When Guo Shao heard this sentence, he finally felt that it was a bit appropriate, and there was some vague truth. He immediately thought of Zhao Kuangyin. At first, Zhao Kuangyin was so powerful that he didn't want to offend him at all... What happened?

He immediately nodded in agreement: "The imperial concubine is right."

Zhang's downcast eyes quickly swept across his face, and said with a wry smile: "So everyone has worries, worries and troubles, so it's not surprising."

Seeing the woman like this, Guo Shao habitually comforted her with kind words: "But if I can solve it, or solve it, or let it go, it might be better."

Mrs. Zhang nodded slightly, and sighed softly: "People have a lot of helplessness, and they can't avoid it, and they can't escape it if they want to." She paused, "Just like my identity, the sky and the earth have stipulated what I should do and what I should not do..."

Guo Shao didn't raise his head, and said kindly: "The status of the imperial concubine is very respected, and she is very respected."

"Your Majesty is right," Zhang said.

The two fell silent, Guo Shao barely knew how to play Go, and played a few moves blindly, but saw Zhang's lack of interest. Although he doesn't know how to play Go, he knows some other chess|cards. He understands that chess is also a kind of "language", communication and communication. If some of them don't understand it at all, it's like chatting without a common language, which is relatively boring.

He immediately said calmly: "I actually don't know how to play Go."

"Yes." Mrs. Zhang responded softly, "If Your Majesty finds it boring, I won't force you to stay. It's really impolite to ask too much just now."

But now Guo Shao is unwilling to leave anyway. This feeling is very strange, as if he owes someone something inexplicably; or if he didn't do something well, he instinctively wanted to make up for it... and so on.

But I don't know if Mrs. Zhang did it on purpose. Anyway, she seems to be flying a kite. When she received it before, Guo Shao stayed; now, he doesn't want to leave.

Guo Shao reached out and rubbed his forehead for a moment, then patted his thigh with his left hand: "Let's change the game!"

Obviously, Gobang can be played with Go. Guo Shao thought of this too easily. For a person like Zhang whose IQ can play complex Go, Gomoku is of course easy to learn. Things that both of them know are interesting... and people will feel fresh about new things, Zhang is very interested. This kind of game is very simple and very relaxing. Gradually, there was laughter in the room from time to time, and the melancholy on Mrs. Zhang's face also faded.

Even Guo Shao felt very happy, and finally let go of the tangled emotions just now. He was able to tangle because he had warmth towards women, and he never hurt a weak heart.

After Mrs. Zhang became proficient, she won a round and covered her mouth with a smile. She smiled and said, "Let's take a break, the tea is cold, I will make another pot. I remembered that I hid a box of good tea!"

Guo Shao turned his head to look at the fading light outside the window, and said, "You're welcome, it's not too early, why bother?"

"Wait a moment." Mrs. Zhang hurriedly walked to a wooden shelf, and stood on tiptoe to get something.

Guo Shao was about to persuade her, when he suddenly heard a noise, and when he turned his head to look, a jar fell from the top of the shelf, just hitting Zhang's shoulder, and she cried out in pain. Guo Shao was taken aback.

What kind of liquid was in the jar, and all of it was splashed on Mrs. Zhang, and then fell to the ground with a "bang" sound and broke into pieces. Zhang shi squatted down with a face of pain.

Guo Shao hurriedly got up and walked forward, asking, "Is the imperial concubine injured?"

"It doesn't matter, I was careless..." Mrs. Zhang stood up with a look of pain on her face.

Guo Shao smelled a scent of sesame oil, and was stunned when he saw it. Summer clothes are very thin, and no one can bear to wear thick clothes in the current temperature. The can of sesame oil poured over Zhang's body, and the thin light gray cotton and linen material became darker. Mrs. Zhang wiped the skirt of his clothes and twisted the sesame oil on his coat, so Guo Shao saw some movements that he shouldn't have seen. At this time, Mrs. Zhang raised her eyes, glanced at Guo Shao, and hurriedly folded her arms in front of her, and pressed the hit shoulder with one hand. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and awkward.

"This..." Guo Shao only felt his heart thumping.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhang was suddenly ashamed and turned her face away without saying a word. Guo Shao looked down, feeling more and more embarrassed.

She said, "Okay, how can I get out of this door like this?"

Guo Shao stretched out his hand to grab his ribbon, but finally stopped and did not untie his coat. He originally wanted to take off his robe and give it to her. This is a normal act of expressing concern for a woman, but if that were the case, wouldn't it be even more worthless? So he didn't continue to do it.

Mrs. Zhang looked sideways slightly, and looked at Guo Shao's posture for a long time. Both of them stood quietly, each thinking, as if pondering and savoring each other's feelings at this moment. She finally whispered: "Your Majesty, please don't do this, our identities...you have to restrain yourself a little and be polite. Otherwise, what will others say about us?"

Guo Shao couldn't speak after hearing this. Isn't that what I should say? But he couldn't refute it. If he was really upright, how would he explain his reaction?

He stopped thinking about it immediately, and muttered: "The imperial concubine will call an attendant in later, and ask him to fetch clean clothes and change first before going out."

"Your Majesty is really careful, thinking of me so thoughtfully." Zhang said softly.

Guo Shao hurriedly said: "Then I'll go first, as the night is approaching, it's inconvenient to stay for a long time..."

Mrs. Zhang whispered: "If Your Majesty agrees, come and talk to me when you are free."

Guo Shao nodded his head and said goodbye.

Sadness appeared on Mrs. Zhang's face: "I know, I don't know if it will be a year or a half or ten or eight years when we meet next time. But I will be grateful for His Majesty's concern today. Countless nights with blue lights and quiet, I also have something to think about. I look forward to seeing each other again in an unknown number of days."

Guo Shao's mind was a little confused, but he knew in his heart that if he was misunderstood that he had something to do with the noble lady of Taizu, the influence would be really bad. He didn't say much, and left the place quickly.

When they reached the gate of the Sanqing Hall, the attendants were still waiting outside the gate. Guo Shao took the imperial chariot back to the Hall of Cu'en for the time being.

The lampstands in the surrounding area have been lit up, and the imperial city is shrouded in lights. This light makes this place feel a bit more prosperous. Guo Shao ate dinner and took a shower, during which time he could still smell a faint scent of sesame oil.

He sat down in the bedroom, Yang Yue'e was going to bed tonight. She is very careful, and more knowledgeable than Dong Sanmei, and she takes care of Guo Shao's daily life very well. But Guo Shao always felt that there was something missing... a very subtle lack, but it made the feeling completely different.

There are not many concubines who can usually take turns serving the bed, and Yang Yue'e is one of them, who often attends the bed. Although she is very gentle and meticulous, she seems to lack a strong desire and emotion. After all, she can get close to Guo Shao every now and then, and every time she is invincible.

Under the orange light, he stared at the flame on the lamp stand for a while, and felt a little halo around the flame. When he turned his head, he saw a cup of tea on the table, and he had an inexplicable impulse to take it up and splash it on Yang Yue'e, so as to wet her clothes.

But he finally didn't do that, he didn't want to bully his wife and concubine. Immediately, he picked it up and took a sip, showing a gentle and loving expression, and said kindly: "Let's rest."

Yang Yue'e had a smile on her face, and said with a light smile: "As His Majesty, I take off my clothes."

Guo Shao stood up and asked her to serve him. There was the sound of insects chirping outside the window, and everything was calm and peaceful. The night was like a windless lake, peaceful and peaceful.

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