The dinner was very simple, just at Tang Buqi's waterside pavilion, and there was no "good place" to go to.
But Zhao Changhe thinks this is the best place.
This guy has a large courtyard by himself. The house is built on the water and has a winding wooden bridge. It is clean and elegant. There was a tinkling of water everywhere and faint waves of silk and bamboo. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Huanshi Shui Pavilion and the Perfume Pavilion in his dream had already appeared before his eyes.
I rode on a donkey to look for him, and asked if there was Murong Gusu. It turned out that you were Yanziwu.
The little maid took him to the place and bowed slightly: "My maid, please leave."
"Hey!" Zhao Changhe took his eyes away from looking at the scenery and greeted her with a smile: "Your young master is inviting me to dinner. Don't you want to be with me?"
The maid waved her hand and backed away: "Each clan has its own division of labor, so don't mess around. I'm not here to serve the young master."
"Then what do you do?"
"I'm a handyman in the guest house..."
"You're just here to greet the guests, right? So you're going to lead the way for me?"
But Tang Buqi also knew that the so-called nephew was always talking about himself, and Zhao Changhe recognized him so much, so he went against the habit and sat across from him, wondering: "Has he been scolded?"
Tang Buqi sipped his wine and looked up at me.
There is a large round table in the hall, and there are many male musicians playing piano and zither beside it, playing soft and soothing music, and the landlord is doing a lot of work.
Zhao Changhe said loudly: "You also know that when you go out for training, you should bring a waiter, you should not have a motorcade, you should live outside Uncle Wu's house, and you should even settle in Yangzhou... it should be like Just like him, one man and one sword left Jiangnan. But..."
"Yeah...well, that's not all. I just clean the guest house and am not responsible for greeting guests. No one was there just now, and I wanted to hide away..."
Tang Buqi rolled his eyes: "This is still my little nephew."
"But you may die. You may die at any time, Brother Zhao." Shen Lipei held the wine glass tightly and drank it for a long time: "You will die... You don't have so many things that you can't enjoy..."
Sisi scratched her head and said, "It's too bad for Master to beat you to death!"
Tang Buqi pretended to stumble up, even knocking over his chair, and staggered out. Sisi stood firm for a moment and then went over to help you. Shen Lipei conveniently placed his hand under your shoulder, pressing his weight down on your body.
"Fuck!" Zhao Changhe rolled up his sleeves: "I'm going to knock him out today. I sealed my mouth before!"
Tang Buqi spoke, poured a glass of wine and drank it quickly.
Are you trying hard to play the role of a strong-willed maid? Or is it another person?
Sisi jumped forward and said, "Master Duo, it is against the family law to molest your maid at will!"
We are all martial arts practitioners. We have no physique or internal strength, and it is difficult to drink less. Zhao Changhe's drinking capacity is indeed not good, but compared with Tang Buqi, this is obviously too much. In particular, Tang Buqi felt that the waiter around him was innocent, so he really planned to get drunk. His internal strength had been quietly resolving the drunkenness. After drinking for half an hour, Tang Buqi was okay, and Zhao Changhe was not drunk yet.
Tang Buqi's heart moved and he didn't want to test the man, so he pretended to be drunk and hugged him with a smile: "Sisi..."
Tang Buqi finally raised his glass: "Come on, let's respect him."
Zhao Changhe's singing voice came from the balcony in front of him: "Your talents will be useless..."
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe looked at you with drunken eyes: "You look good, but you are strong. Brother Zhao, you are such a little girl. If you just ask for it, he will take care of it."
Zhao Changhe was startled: "He still respects you? Is he supposed to laugh at you?"
Zhao Changhe responded: "Why did you flirt with the little girl after just saying a few words? Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
Shen Lipei bulged her eyes.
"Why are you laughing at him? Are you afraid of death? You have a way." Tang Buqi smiled and said: "We are in different places. Maybe he is the boss of you and you are not him. Who is laughing at whom?"
But Zhao Changhe no longer hugged the waiter and ate grapes. He sat alone by the window and drank by himself, seemingly unfazed. Seeing Tang Buqi retreating, he gestured casually: "Sit down, there are others, let us two brothers have something to eat."
"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer first-class friends." Tang Buqi grinned: "In the world of martial arts, you just make some friends, and you don't get involved in the world of martial arts. My little nephew, others can't. Don't knock on the door last time. He is not your friend."
Tang Buqi was stunned for a moment.
Then the small smile turned into a small cry: "Xiaofeng cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, Xiaolang washes the sand to know the king!"
Although I was told what to do in that situation...that's all I can say, but that is indeed a very bad consolation.
Then he ended his old behavior and hugged the valet who had been standing next to him to refill the wine: "Chess maid, give me a hug..."
Zhao Changhe's sad face faded a little, and the smile that followed Mr. Zhuo Shijia disappeared again: "Thank you. Speaking of which, it is quite strange for a person like him to have any friends in the world..."
"Tsk!" Zhao Changhe waved his hands drunkenly: "I'll let your father punish you for this trivial matter."
After saying that, he put his head back.
Shen Lipei smiled and said nothing.
At that gathering, which was supposed to be about the discovery of Huqiu Sword Pond and how to explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, in the end not a word of business was mentioned.
Shen Lipei: "..."
"He and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong. I dared to trouble him and Wan Dongliu, and yet I came to punish you. Your Tang family is obviously smaller than him and the Caobang combined, but outside my eyes You are the weak persimmon." Zhao Changhe said loudly: "He scolded you for sucking your aunt's blood, and you were very happy all the way. You didn't want to refute him, but you always said something... Others respect you, Because you are the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, but because they know their ancestors after death."
Zhao Changhe was very funny, and just as he was about to tease him again, he saw Tang Buqi sticking his head out from the pavilion above: "Who are you talking to? Tsk... Are you fucking teasing my maid?"
"Okay, okay. Who's here?" Tang Buqi pointed at the maid, but he seemed to be unable to remember the name. He paused and was confused. There were too few maids and servants outside the house. I really thought she was a guest. Of the hospital. Then he said directly: "He's in the guest house, right? It's his job anyway, so we'll come down to have dinner together and serve Mr. Zhao."
"Hey, who is it?" Shen Lipei pointed at Sisi with her tongue small: "He, he, he, go accompany your brother!"
The maid held it in for a while, then said, "Sisi."
Sisi suppressed her blush and dragged me in like a big kid carrying a little bear.
"It's useless to say a few words of praise outside the home. Do you really want to live outside the home your whole life?"
Tang Buqi smiled slightly: "This is a weak request of yours. He's too drunk. He should rest. Isn't it true that Miss Sisi can't accompany you back to do odd jobs?"
Zhao Changhe made a face again: "You want to be friends with him."
"When did he change his little nephew to Brother Tang, he can't do it now."
"Have you?" Shen Lipei said: "Your father praised you badly and said that you did a very bad job in Yangzhou... Although you know what you did, it was you who retreated and attacked Bailian Temple. He is also on the front line and deserves some praise."
"I don't think I should praise him yet..." Tang Buqi was laughing and crying: "Since this has been praised, what is the reason for his pensive expression?"
I also exposed it, and boarded the waterside pavilion with "Sisi" in my arms with a smile.
There is no time to drink with friends to relieve their worries, so the importance of it seems to be inferior to that of serious business.
"Then it's your job, as you should!" Zhao Changhe waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and serve your brother badly!"
It's just like the style of the Tang family. Look at the name of the waiter under Tang Wan's makeup. Does he hold the piano or listen to the piano... Anyway, that's what the style is. What kind of literate name does he have?
"Ha..." Shen Lipei almost laughed out loud and asked: "Hey, we are already familiar with each other. What is his name?"
Sisi: "..."
Maid: "..."
However, Tang Buqi was even more confused at this time.
Weird, I originally thought that it was probably not this fake heavenly man, who even kissed casually, and the clues he gave Gong Chaoqun were quite liberal, but why did he look like him again...
"Drinking and drinking, you talk so little that your glass is numb." Tang Buqi said contemptuously: "I heard that he was drunk for seven days in Huajieliu Lane? It seems that he is only good at fighting, and his drinking capacity is rubbish."
Shen Lipei was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"..." The little nephews turned into brothers, it's not a habit.
(End of chapter)
