Two-quarters of an hour later, Han You lay on the bed and began to reflect on himself.
Why is this the result every time? Why every time... Sikong Zhao, this ghost woman, is indeed a vixen, and this young master is fooled time and time again.
"I'm tired of being a slave."
Sikong Zhao, lying in Han You's arms, was as quiet as a docile cat. After the storm, his face was full of fatigue and boredom.
"You won't make it happen for me, right?"
"Yes." Han You nodded: "And if I don't help you, you will never tell me the whereabouts of the jade seal, right?"
Sikong Zhao nodded lightly: "Major General, aren't you tired of it?"
Han You didn't speak, silence was the answer, and both of them fell into silence.
Yes, both of them are tired of it.
Han You didn't want to fall out or use those obscene and despicable methods to force Sikong Zhao. If he did this, he might succeed or fail. Regardless of success or failure, people always have to bear the consequences of their actions.
Sikong Zhao didn't want to leave either. She always held on to a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope. Now, she couldn't even tell whether this glimmer of hope was to melt Han You's heart, which was like ice wrapped in flames. , or just to raise a Han family heir and strengthen the Sikong family.
Han You was of great value to Sikong Zhao.
Sikong Zhao is also of great value to Han You.
Han You can provide shelter for the Sikong family. As long as the Sikong family has Han You's heir, the border army, at least this generation of border army, will not only not embarrass the Sikong family, but will also take great care of the Sikong family.
Sikong Zhao has a large number of maps in his hands. These maps include places that the border troops have never set foot on, as well as the whereabouts of the jade seal, as well as many "ties" to other tribes, large and small. If the Sikong family can surrender, the imperial court will open the border. Expanding the soil will get twice the result with half the effort.
"Actually... there has been some progress."
Han You's eyes were a little hollow, and he said to himself: "At the beginning, you and I both wanted to play tricks on each other, and we both wanted to test each other. You wanted to know my strengths and weaknesses, and I also wanted to know yours. Shen Qian, now, you have thought about it, and I have also figured it out. At least, you are willing to give in, and I am also willing to give in. This is... considered a kind of progress, at least I don't want you to die, what about you? "
Sikong Zhao's slightly blurred eyes became a little shiny, he bit his lips and hummed softly.
"Otherwise..." Han You's face turned a bit ferocious, and he slowly regained his composure.
Sikong Zhao, who was listening carefully, heard the sound of Han You's heart beating violently, and then slowly subsided.
Sikong Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to ask "otherwise" something, but when the words came to his lips, he still didn't ask.
The two fell into silence again.
The silence lasted for a long time. Han You sat up and slowly put on his clothes.
This time, Han You didn't RUA as usual when he got up.
This time, Sikong Zhao did not dress Han You as gently as usual.
Sikong Zhao just lay on his side, with his back to Han You, tightening the quilt, and the grievance in his heart became more and more intense.
It was like this every time, every time. After Han You left, she had to make the bed by herself, huddle in the barrel and take a bath. She waited for Han You to come to her next time, as if Han You's existence caused her to I have woven a big net invisibly, making it difficult to escape. The more I struggle, the harder it is to break free, and I am trapped in a cocoon.
Seeing Han You cross the threshold, Sikong Zhao finally exploded, stood up suddenly and took in the full view of the spring scenery, and hit Han You on the back of the head with a heavy square pillow.
"What else?" Sikong Zhao's face was full of tears, like a weak and helpless female leopard, trying hard to bar his teeth to hide the helplessness in his heart.
"How about you come back to Beijing with me and become my side room." Han You didn't look back and said calmly: "In this case, I am also a savage. If I, Han You, are a savage, you, Sikong Zhao, will not be a savage. Sikong Zhao My family is no longer a savage, I am a savage, and we are no longer savages.”
Sikong Zhao was stunned and burst into tears, but all the grievances on his face turned into anger, and he shouted hoarsely.
"You know what I want!"
"I know what I give you is not what you want, but do you know that what I give is the only thing I can give, I'm sorry."
Sikong Zhao lowered his head, she understood.
"Follow me?"
"Dreaming." Sikong Zhao responded with an angry smile: "When I become your side chamber, I am yours. The Sikong family has become a vassal of your Han family, and generations of business outside the customs have become your Han You's pocket. , the major general really made a good calculation."
Han You didn't say a word, nor did he turn his head. His face looked a little disappointed, but also a little happy.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to leave, Sikong Zhao suddenly stood up: "If I really marry you, you...don't you want your reputation?"
"I..." Han You turned around, his face full of sorrow and sorrow, and he was even more decisive: "For you, I can give up my reputation, although I will definitely regret it in the future. My reputation... ugh."
Sikong Zhao suddenly ran up, hugged Han You tightly, smiled, and shed tears.
I laugh because as a woman, I am very happy.
Crying is because as a woman of the Sikong family, she feels pain and sorrow.
"Then...it's settled?" Han You hugged Sikong Zhao's butt very tenderly: "Come back with me and the Sikong family will completely surrender to the imperial court?"
Sikong Zhao nodded and cried louder, heartbreaking. At this moment, she finally compromised with reality, or in other words, she compromised with Han You.
Han You picked up Sikong Zhao by the waist and placed him gently on the bed. He lay on the bed, hugged the latter, and let Sikong Zhao cry loudly. He cried until he was heartbroken, cried until his heart was broken, and cried until he accepted his fate. , like venting.
Feeling the tears on his chest, Han You suddenly felt a little sad, indescribable sadness for no reason.
When people live in this world, they always have no choice. The choices that seem to have choices are just dividing people.
People who can give others choices will choose the one that is not so bad among a bunch of bad choices.
People who cannot choose will choose a choice that seems good among a bunch of bad choices but is never actually good.
Victims slowly become perpetrators in order to no longer be victimized.
The perpetrator bullies more victims, and then selects some helpers and accomplices from the victims.
In his relationship with Sikong Zhao, Han You's role is not glorious, because the Sikong family has always been the one who was persecuted, persecuted by the previous dynasty, persecuted by Shilin, persecuted by the world, and now by Han You. .
"Why do we always bully the weak?"
Han You was very confused, extremely confused, but after thinking about it, he laughed again, heartily.
Lao Ba also always bullied him, asked him for money and asked him to do errands, just like he always bullied Lu Baichuan, Feng Bai, Can Gui and others.
But as we bully and bully, we all become people who share weal and woe, protecting each other and continuing to bully each other. That's how people are, how can it really be fair? Just fight as you wish.
"Well, at least I am the only one you can bully. Although you were bullied by me, you can bully more people."
Han You patted Sikong Zhao's butt: "Many so-called great Confucian scholars from the previous dynasty, those who insulted your Sikong family every day, are still alive now. When we go back, I will take you to kill them, okay?"
The crying stopped suddenly and gradually turned into gasping sounds, which became more and more intense.
Han You, who was lying on the bed, was a little dizzy from being shaken. For no reason, he suddenly thought of Shen Tu Gang.
