Zhuang's home in the late Tang Dynasty.
He held the piano and stood outside the guest house, blushing with embarrassment.
What's the matter? I brought the man back to take a shower, and then ran away quickly. As a result, I ended up with the poor Qin waiting here.
Fortunately, he had a look of disgust on his face and drove Baoqin out like a pig, otherwise would he have to wait inside and take bath?
No, you stinky bear, why do you dislike Bao Qin? At that time, you didn’t have to pay for the strings!
Tang Wanzhuang appeared in front of her: "Why are you standing here?"
Baoqin murmured: "Didn't the young lady ask me to serve you?"
Tang Wanzhuang pinched her head and said angrily: "I asked you to arrange for people to fetch water. After that, go and do whatever you want. What are you thinking? It's been almost an hour. Do you think he is a pickle?" Long?"
Baoqin: "...I can soak in it for that long."
"Aren't you just a pickle!" Tang Wanzhuang glanced at the door and lowered her voice expectantly: "You have been standing outside, have you heard the sound of the piano inside?"
"No." Baoqin educated him, "Miss, that's just a stinky bear."
Tang Wanzhuang explained to him: "This is the ugly time. No one can play the piano at this time."
Baoqin looked at her sideways and said nothing.
Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and knocked lightly on the door.
Zhao Changhe's voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."
Tang Wanzhuang pushed the door open and saw Zhao Changhe sitting in front of the window writing something in his clothes.
The sound of rain outside the window and the green light on the table.
The man is wearing clothes and holding a pen, sitting at his desk at night.
Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, feeling that this scene seemed to be something she had seen in a dream, and it touched her heart even more than the previous assumption that he was playing the piano.
It's a pity that instead of bringing him a bowl of hot soup, he came to ask when he was leaving.
"What are you writing?" She walked up slowly and looked quietly at it.
But it is a secret book.
"The previous agreement with Sisi was that I would provide her with the secret books of the Sword Emperor on a long-term basis. The set last time did not have much content, and it was only at the secret level and was unsustainable. I feel that they may not be enough and should be given to new ones. That's it." Zhao Changhe said while writing: "It's an agreement after all... I'm in such a hurry on weekdays that I don't have a chance to write, but I remembered it when I saw the pen and paper when I got here."
Tang Wanzhuang blurted out subconsciously: "Because it's Sisi, why is it a man?"
Zhao Changhe turned to look at her strangely: "When I made the appointment with Han Wubing, I rushed thousands of miles to meet him, but he is not a woman. What does a man's promise have to do with this?"
Tang Wanzhuang realized that she had lost her composure and covered her emotions by lowering her head to read the words: "That's it. Well...did your set break through to the secret level?"
"No, it's just another set. In addition to high-end products, quantity is also needed. After all, they are the same ethnic group."
"Hmm..." Tang Wanzhuang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was distracted from talking about men and women.
Zhao Changhe had no time to talk. He was rushing to finish the manuscript and was about to leave. It would be bad if he delayed it until dawn.
Tang Wanzhuang stood aside quietly and watched, just like Gusu at that time, who habitually stretched out his hand to polish ink for him.
The lights flickered, but the house became quieter in the rain.
His calligraphy became more and more beautiful. Although he didn't practice it deliberately, the rough and arrogant edge became more and more restrained, and the thickness and grandeur became more prominent. But if you look closely between the lines, you can see that the edge is hidden and can burst out of the paper at any time.
The words are like the person, and that's what he is now.
I don’t know how long it took, but the voice of holding Qin came from outside the door: "Miss, Yang Yaowu and the others just came to report that they are all ready. There are at least eighteen Zhao Changhe ready to go. Mr. Zhao's horse is also in the backyard and can leave at any time. "
The quiet night suddenly broke, Zhao Changhe stopped writing, and Tang Wanzhuang came to his senses.
The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.
"Okay." Zhao Changhe handed over the manuscript: "It's time for me to say goodbye."
Tang Wanzhuang felt a little regretful and whispered: "Don't be so rash next time. After all, it's not the right time."
"Well. If I had your strength, I would upset the capital. All kinds of worries are really annoying." Zhao Changhe stood up, stretched, and suddenly smiled: "I come to the capital here, and I have to travel a few times in one night. The place is so messed up that I don’t even know what I’m doing… In the end, I found that it’s most relaxing to be by your side, and I don’t have to think about anything.”
Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips: "Aren't you still full of secrets?"
"Compared to others, it's just like leisure." Zhao Changhe raised the knife leaning on the table: "But actually I don't really want to do this."
Tang Wanzhuang was stunned: "Huh?"
Zhao Changhe turned around and went out: "What I hope next time is that I am here so that you don't have to think about anything."
Tang Wanzhuang looked at his back steadily, without saying goodbye or speaking.
He has been doing this in an effort to save some people from coughing.
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As if by God's will, when Zhao Changhe rode away from Tang Wanzhuang's home, the heavy rain that had been pouring suddenly stopped, leaving only a light drizzle, as if to see each other off.
At the same time, the sound of horse hooves sounded loudly, and eighteen "Zhao Changhe" scattered out. Eighteen horses that looked similar at first glance, and eighteen swords that looked similar at first glance, left the four gates of the capital in almost no particular order, and scattered again. Go in all directions.
Tang Wanzhuang refrained from climbing up to watch him off. She was afraid that her gaze would expose the real Zhao Changhe.
Huangfu Qing stood high up with great interest, scanning the scattered "Zhao Changhe" with his eyes, as if testing whether he could recognize which one.
The final focus was on the figure heading south, which was quite easy to recognize. In fact, where would she find so many horseshoes in the snow? Most of the horses' hooves were painted white, and it was impossible for all the faces to be disguised to look exactly like Zhao Changhe's. prepared.
This guy also deliberately walked south. In fact, you can go to Yanmen through the west gate or the north gate. Going south requires a long circle. Huangfu Qing is used to this guy going around in a mess.
Watching the figure go away, Huangfu Qing sighed slightly.
This time he was asked to go to Beijing, and the whole situation completely deviated from expectations. The original plan was for him to sneak in quietly, without anyone knowing except himself. After he had arranged the affairs in the palace, he would go to his brother again, and then drag him to leave the capital again and go to the grassland together.
As a result, he was shouted at the city gate, causing a stir. He couldn't hide, and he didn't want to hide, so wherever he went it was like rushing to a place, in a hurry and unable to do anything. Leaving the capital at night like this makes it inconvenient for me to follow him. He has just come back and has a lot of unfinished business. He cannot waste his time hiding in the palace.
Knowing that his choice was right and that it was right not to follow him anymore, Huangfu Qing still felt a little regretful.
I took him to Beijing by mistake. I shouldn't have come so early. Perhaps after putting on the pig face, Jianhu Yanyu, who was like a girl, laughing and playing, and the relaxation and carefreeness of traveling north will never be seen again.
The figure left the city and was never seen again. Huangfuqing took out the pig-faced mask and exerted slight force with his delicate hands, as if he wanted to crush it.
But the hand froze there after all, and he took it back into his arms after a while.
The confidants on the left and right whispered: "Your Majesty, a letter from the grassland."
"Um?"
"Venerable Xuanwu said, I understand. If he goes to the grassland, the Venerable will contact him."
"That's okay." Huangfuqing stretched out his delicate hand to catch the drizzle, and suddenly whispered: "He is not strong enough... Zhang Yang is so bold, but he is actually weak inside and cannot withstand the heavy rain. I don't know when he breaks through the entrance and peeks in Hidden treasure, how will the wind and rain be on the day we go to the capital again?"
Zhao Changhe arrived ten miles south of the capital in the drizzle.
The sky is already slightly bright. There is a pavilion ten miles away, and there is a post next to the pavilion. Outside the post, there are breakfast shops, and there are people in twos and threes drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.
Zhao Changhe dismounted and prepared to have some breakfast before leaving.
As soon as he walked into the breakfast shop, a skinny old man caught his eye.
He was drinking... This early in the morning, while others were drinking porridge, he was drinking, one sip of wine and one peanut, looking very happy.
His robes were splendid and his temperament was elegant. He looked like a scholar and high official... But a high official had no entourage and was alone, pouring and drinking by himself.
Zhao Changhe's gaze seemed to make the other party feel something. The old man turned to look at him and smiled slightly: "Little brother, this wine gourd is good...it seems that we are friends. In the autumn season, the heavy rain has just stopped, and the pavilion is dawning. , can you have a drink?"
(End of chapter)
