Zhao Changhe followed silently, feeling quite a headache.
I have always avoided royal matters. No matter how the old fox of the Cui family gave explicit or implicit hints, I never responded. It was because this fact was troublesome. Once involved, there would be no way to be cool.
But this is not something that can be avoided all the time... Now that Mr. Tang can really travel thousands of miles to visit in person, he has sincerity, and it is time to face it. ,
Just as he was thinking this, Wu Weiyang stopped and said, "We're here."
Zhao Changhe looked up and was stunned.
Isn't this the brothel where I asked the other day, "Is there any master of the Tang Dynasty in chess, calligraphy, and painting?" You told me this is the Demon-Suppressing Division!
Count how many things I have enjoyed in Tang Shouzuo from beginning to end.
"The man Tang Wanzhuang can't get."
"Not only am I a gangster, but next time I may be coveting Tang Wanzhuang! Let her wash up and wait!"
Plus this compares her to a brothel girl.
Isn't it going to be an ugly death during this meeting?
Fortunately, he didn't enter through the brothel gate. Otherwise, if someone saw him, he went back and said to Xia Chichi, "Zhao Changhe entered the brothel." Zhao Changhe really didn't know how he would die.
When you enter through the back door, you won't see anything like a brothel. Behind is a small bamboo forest, with a corner of the bamboo building exposed in the forest. It is fragrant, quiet and quiet. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds could be heard, echoing the sound of a piano in the bamboo tower. He was obviously a member of the imperial court, but the feeling of living in seclusion in the empty valley was overflowing.
There were tall men in well-dressed clothes hidden everywhere in the bamboo forest. When they saw Zhao Changhe entering, they all looked at him with eager eyes.
Zhao Changhe walked upstairs without even looking.
The sound of footsteps stepped on the floor, and the moment they reached the door, the sound of the piano stopped.
Zhao Changhe stood outside the door and looked at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people Zhao Changhe knew did not like to use servants when entertaining guests. Cui Wenxu was waiting for him in the pavilion alone, and now Tang Wanzhuang is sitting alone in the bamboo tower.
At this time, she was no longer as thick as the first sight. She was wearing a plain dress and a long skirt, with long hair hanging down her waist, and an elegant appearance. It's just that his face is still pale and there is still a sad look between his eyebrows. I don't know if he is still ill or is worried, but looking at him makes him more aura.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped her strings with her slender hands, turned around and saw Zhao Changhe standing at the door, smiling slightly: "Please come in."
This smile is like a weak plum blossom in the snow, so the spring breeze is warm and flowers bloom everywhere.
Zhao Changhe, who thought he was a straight man, could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. He secretly thought that this woman was really beautiful. She was so beautiful that it was impossible to associate her with a position like the head of the Demon Suppression Division. Her frail and immortal appearance was even more unimaginable. The strength that stood in front of Lord Suzaku at that time made him extremely fearful.
However, that was what she had witnessed with her own eyes, and what she was afraid of at that time was that she would kill him, the "disciple who betrayed the Lord" with one sword.
Seeing each other again after half a year feels like a lifetime ago.
Zhao Changhe entered the door, and Tang Wanzhuang also moved to the coffee table, making tea with bare hands.
Zhao Changhe sat quietly opposite, with the fragrance of tea lingering and the mist steaming. The appearance of Tang Wanzhuang opposite was even more misty in the mist, like a fairy in the clouds, elusive. ,
Zhao Changhe had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it. He was full of poetry and painting, but he was uneducated and couldn't think of a poem, so he was just silent. It seems that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes is, it will calm down, so the waves of the rivers gradually subside and flow quietly eastward in the sunset.
Tang Wanzhuang was also looking at him. The young man who was young but unruly at that time is now sitting in front of him with a long sword, his unruliness is still there, his youthfulness has faded, and he is as powerful as a tiger.
She put on the teacup and said with a smile: "Why didn't Mr. Zhao speak out? Could it be that he was wanted by Gua Wanzhuang in the first place?"
Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue and said, "People like you... don't allow people to speak loudly in such an atmosphere."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "You are really a gangster. He will only say that this girl is good-looking. Please wash her off and wait. How can the atmosphere and artistic conception be inconvenient and loud?"
Zhao Changhe:
"Mr. Zhao has read books, so he feels the artistic conception of the bamboo forest and the sunset on the river." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe there is still poetry in his stomach, but he just refuses to say it."
Zhao Changhe said simply: "Actually, there are poems...but speaking it out, maybe it's not much different from cleaning it up and waiting."
Tang Wanzhuang didn't feel dissatisfied, but asked curiously: "I would like to hear the details."
"If I say, I don't dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring the heavens, will you think that I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said angrily: "But I am also very annoyed, because it seemed to be this way just now. I can only say that you are really a cheater because you are beautiful. I was a little angry with you, but I couldn’t express it. Instead, I felt a little weak. I’m so angry.”
Tang Wanzhuang ignored the following words and repeated the poem in a low voice, with some surprise in her eyes.
Zhao Changhe wondered: "Isn't this sentence in the classics? Are you surprised?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said nothing.
It's two different things if it's in the classics, and it's another thing if you can actually recite the verses from the vast number of classics; it's another thing if you can memorize the verses and still use them in your own mood.
This person's "scholarly" aura is evident in just one sentence, and no amount of gangsterism can hide it. If you study urgently after adulthood, developing such an aura in half a year is more difficult than practicing martial arts to reach Qianlong 88 in half a year.
Was he really born in Zhaocuo in the countryside?
She thought for a while and just said: "Then why do you dare to speak now, and the more you speak, the more straightforward you are?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Now that the conversation has started, the artistic conception has been broken, so it doesn't matter. So I suggest you pretend to be mute and sit there and play the piano. The Vermillion Bird and White Tiger may turn around and leave when they see you..." Oh, no, they are all women, so they may not like you, and they are more likely to want to tear your face off."
Speaking of this, Bai Hu felt sad. Now Bai Hu was too late. If he knew that he was meeting such a beautiful woman in private, the possibility of tearing her to pieces, or tearing himself apart, was really high.
This woman is so damn beautiful. Zhao Changhe wonders if there was a list of beauties in the Book of Troubled Times, this girl would be at the top of the list! Unfortunately, the Book of Troubled Times is not really a book for troubled times, it is just a page in the Book of Heaven that records military events in the world. If anyone really intends to cause chaos in the world, I think it would be even more chaotic if we created a stunning ranking list.
Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Tang Wanzhuang was saying: "So Mr. Zhao is indeed angry with Wanzhuang because of the wanted order."
"That's not true. I was mentally prepared when I was put on the wanted order. I killed someone in front of the head of the imperial court. I would be damned if I wasn't wanted. This is the path I chose. Why do I blame you? Are you willing? I should say thank you for canceling this wanted warrant. By the way, you did a good job painting me."
The smile in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes became even stronger, and she found Zhao Changhe's expression quite interesting.
Zhao Changhe said as he finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then smacked his lips as if he was being burned: "I just don't want to be like a piece on a chessboard, with someone in the sky looking down from above, dropping a new piece from time to time. Watching the changes on the chessboard is like watching an interesting monkey show. You are the same, and there is another person. She is much more exaggerated than you, so my resentment is all on her, and I am a little angry with you, so He often makes rude remarks, but I can’t really say anything disgusting.”
Tang Wanzhuang did not ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observation. She just raised a toast to Yingying and said, "In that case, Wanzhuang is asking Mr. Zhao to accompany him."
Zhao Changhe was really angry and couldn't express it. He raised his hand to clink glasses dullly: "I have said nonsense to you several times, and I also apologize to you. Don't argue with a rough guy like me."
Before meeting me, I thought I didn’t know how to die, but it’s actually that simple. When the other person has his or her magnanimity and lofty ambitions, she will not bother you with some flattering words like an ordinary village girl. Instead, she will be the one to apologize first. The man who takes the easy way out of hard work naturally apologizes in return and ends it.
The two cups collided and made a crisp "ding" sound, which seemed to announce that the grudge between the two people was over, and what they wanted to talk about after that was the future.
Tang Wanzhuang drank the tea in the cup, and when she put down the cup, she suddenly bent over, covered her mouth and coughed violently. The elegant temperament she had just now collapsed instantly, and she was so sick that she seemed to collapse at the wind.
Poor Zhao Changhe, Tie Zhinan, had never seen such a battle before. He was helpless just standing there with a cup. Isn't it true that a master like you chokes like this on drinking tea? No...it's because she has internal injuries that are not healed! What should I do?
It's obviously inappropriate to go up and take a picture, so what should I do? Just watching?
He thought for a long time before he remembered that he still had some wound medicine brought from the Cui family in his pocket, including for internal injuries. He didn't know if it was suitable, so he took out one and handed it over: "This is still very useful for healing internal injuries." Yes, I was kicked in the pubic area before, I took one and it was fine..."
Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, took a few breaths softly, waved her hands gently and whispered: "It's useless... I was in a hurry when I broke through and injured the lung meridian. There is nothing your Majesty can do."
"Fuck, this is the number one on the ranking list?" Zhao Changhe blurted out: "Why do I sometimes think he is very awesome, and sometimes I think he is just a fool! And you, you, a lady of the world, look so calm, Why is there any need to rush for a breakthrough? Daxia will die without you to reach that level?"
Tang Wanzhuang looked at his violent appearance with a strange expression, and whispered: "You must not be disrespectful to His Majesty."
"I'm just a bandit. He's the one who's being disrespectful. Are you going to bite me?"
"especially you."
Zhao Changhe choked up and said simply: "I'm not!"
"Really?" Tang Wanzhuang looked at the dragon bird on his back: "Then why is the dragon bird happy because of you?"
PS: Happy Lantern Festival to everyone.
Today is also my birthday, and it’s my 40th birthday. There will be no more updates in the evening. I want to have a good birthday and Lantern Festival with my family, everyone. More tomorrow.
