Chapter 224: Using Green Tea to Defeat Green Tea, Falling in Love with the Warlord (3)
The person in front of him moved gently, yet with innate elegance. As his hands moved, all the oil paint on his face was wiped clean, revealing his exquisite and beautiful features.
Han Zhiyao looked at Li Ziyan's face reflected in the mirror, occasionally meeting his eyes, but not looking away.
"Marshal Han, could you please allow me to go down and change my clothes?"
"nature."
Han Zhiyao nodded and continued to sit on the stool waiting. He did not ask Li Ziyan how he knew his identity. After all, his clothes were so obvious that it would be hard not to know.
The room here is not big. There is a screen on one side of the dressing table. Li Ziyan is changing clothes behind the screen. The friction of the fabric makes a sound, which makes Han Zhiyao's eardrums a little itchy.
Not long after, the screen opened, and a slender figure emerged from behind it. Li Ziyan was wearing an indigo-colored gown, which made his cheeks appear particularly rosy. His lips, freshly wiped, were even more vibrant red. His eyes, sparkling with watery ripples, were still charming and charming even without the embellishment of makeup.
Han Zhiyao's eyes moved, he stood up from the stool, adjusted his hat, and stood in front of Li Ziyan.
"Marshal Han, please follow me."
"Thank you."
Li Ziyan smiled and shook his head, but said nothing. He walked beside Han Zhiyao, looking at the road ahead, and did not notice Han Zhiyao's gaze on him.
The person beside him had already shed his ornate attire, donning a long robe, yet his air of nobility remained undimmed. He'd clearly grown up in a theater, yet he possessed a certain dignity not often found in others. He carried the lingering scent of rouge and oil paint, yet beneath it lay the delicate fragrance of camellia, a truly delightful aroma.
Han Zhiyao retracted his gaze and moved his fingers at his side. Li Ziyan was different from when he was on stage. He looked refreshing now. If he walked down the street, he would definitely attract attention.
"I haven't asked you for advice yet, sir. My name is Han Zhiyao, the current commander of the 14th Army. I've long heard of you."
"General Han, you are too kind to me. I am just a humble man and do not deserve your favor."
Han Zhiyao smiled and said, "Sir, please don't be too modest. If you think you are a rough person, I really have nothing to say. I haven't asked for your name yet."
"Li Ziyan, Marshal, you can just call me Ziyan."
"Zi Yan..." Han Zhiyao's voice was low, and he pronounced Li Zi Yan's name so softly with a special accent. It was obviously the first time he saw Li Zi Yan and the first time he heard his name, but Han Zhiyao felt that these three words were particularly familiar, just like the feeling Li Zi Yan brought to him, as if he had been in a trance for a thousand years at first sight.
It's really strange to say, the phrase "love at first sight" is not appropriate for a man, but it is the best way to describe Han Zhiyao's feelings for Li Ziyan.
The Liyuan is quite large. Their troupe once performed for the royal family, and the tradition has been passed down from generation to generation, so naturally they have quite a bit of wealth. The design of the garden follows the layout and rules of ancient courtyards, with mountains, rivers, and pavilions, all of which are particularly ancient and charming.
Han Zhiyao also lived in a courtyard like this when he was a child, but when he grew up, his father replaced the traditional courtyard at home with the current style that combines Chinese and Western styles. So when he saw the designer of this courtyard, he felt quite emotional.
"I am a beautiful book writer. I wonder how old Mr. Li is this year?"
"I am already twenty."
"No wonder you look so fresh! Unlike me, I'm already twenty-five." Han Zhiyao spoke with measured manners, not coming across as glib or overly distant. He didn't actually look old. Although he was five years older than Li Ziyan, his aura alone betrayed his maturity; his face showed no traces of age. If there was a real difference between the two, it was probably that he was more handsome, resolute, and strong, while Li Ziyan had a touch of softness and charm.
Li Ziyan smiled, his eyebrows curved in an especially gentle arc. He shook his sleeves and held them in front of him, "Marshal, you're joking. You're a young hero, full of vigor and vitality. How can I compare with you?"
After all, it was the first time for the two of them to meet, and their social status was different, so they didn't say much. But even so, the two of them had a good chat. After Li Ziyan sent Han Zhiyao to the door, he simply said goodbye.
"Where have you been? Why did you come out just now?" Old Mrs. Han was still sitting in the car waiting for Han Zhiyao. When she saw Han Zhiyao smiling and leisurely coming out of the theater, she started to complain, "Could it be that there's some stunning beauty in the theater that's keeping you coming back?"
Han Zhiyao also knew that the old lady was upset with him because of the marriage, but he was not angry. Instead, he tried to coax her and said, "Grandma, you're joking. I got lost in there and ran into Mr. Yan. We talked for a few more words and that's why we were delayed."
"...Okay, let's go back." The old lady really liked the opera sung by Mr. Yan. After Pan Zhiyao mentioned this, he was exhausted and had to go back home. He also knew that he might return empty-handed this time, so he made this preparation in his heart.
Looking out the window, the old lady frowned and sighed. She didn't want to force Han Zhiyao to be unhappy, but she wanted to find someone who understood her and accompanied Han Zhiyao. After all, after she was gone, she would give Han Zhiyao a home.
The grandfather and grandson returned to the Marshal's Mansion together. The maids had already prepared dinner and pastries. After the two men cleaned up, they had dinner on the table.
Han Zhiyao's parents passed away, leaving only the two of them, the grandparents and the grandchildren, in the family. In fact, he had thought about getting married and having children, so that there would be some liveliness in the family, and someone would be at home to accompany the old lady when he went out to fight. However, he really couldn't find someone he liked, and even if he married her, it would only delay her life, so why bother?
After dinner, Han Zhiyao chatted with the old lady for a while. Seeing that the old lady was tired, he took her upstairs to rest and returned to his room.
He sat at the desk, the desk lamp casting a layer of warmth on his face. Han Zhiyao tapped his fingers on the table. The melodious opera voice of Li Ziyan seemed to ring in his ears again, and the figure of Li Ziyan appeared in front of him.
The person in costume on the stage and the person in robe walking beside him appeared alternately and finally overlapped.
Perhaps it was because he had never come into contact with such a person, so he was particularly curious and impressed, Han Zhiyao thought. He took a sip of tea, glanced at the documents on the desk, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Tomorrow is not busy, so he can go to the Pear Garden for another walk.
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