The dinner was very simple, just at the waterside pavilion in Tang Buqi, 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, with winding wooden bridges. It is clean and elegant. The water flows everywhere, and there are faint bamboos. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Shishui Pavilion and the perfume pavilion in his dream were already there.
It's displayed before your eyes.
I was riding on a donkey looking for donkeys, 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 invites you to dinner, don't you want to accompany 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 are here to greet guests, right, so you go and lead me?"
"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..."
Zhao Changhe was very funny. 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?"
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?"
"Okay, okay. Who's in there?" Tang Buqi pointed to the maid, but it seemed that he couldn't remember the name. He paused and didn't hesitate. There were too many maids and maids in the house, and he really couldn't recognize the one in the guest house.
. Then he said directly: "You're in the guest house, right? It's your job anyway. Come and have dinner together and serve Mr. Zhao."
After saying that, he put his head back.
Maid: "..."
"Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost stopped laughing and asked: "Hey, we are already familiar with each other. What is your name?"
The maid held it in for a while and then said, "Sisi."
Zhao Changhe smiled and said nothing.
This is not like the style of the Tang family at all. Look at the name of the maid next to Tang Wanzhuang. She holds the piano or listens to it... Anyway, the style is of this type. What kind of uneducated name are you talking about?
He didn't expose it, and boarded the waterside pavilion with "Sisi" in his arms with a smile.
There is a small round table in the hall, and there are many maids and musicians nearby who are playing the piano and zither, playing soft and soothing music, and the landlords and petty bourgeoisie are making paramantes.
But Tang Buqi did not eat grapes with his maid. He sat alone by the window and poured himself a drink, seeming to have something on his mind. Seeing Zhao Changhe come in, he casually gestured: "Sit down, there is no one else, just my brother."
Let’s eat something together.”
"..." The eldest nephew has become a brother, which is a bit uncomfortable.
But Zhao Changhe also knew that the so-called eldest nephew was always talking about himself, and Tang Buqi didn't think so, so he sat across from him despite being unaccustomed to it, and asked curiously: "Are you being scolded?"
"No." Tang Buqi said: "My father praised me so much, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I know that I didn't do much, I was the first to attack Bailian Temple.
A good person deserves some praise."
"There are also things that I think should be praised..." Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Then since you have been praised, why are you looking so pensive?"
"What's the use of a few words of praise at home, when you're really going to live at home all your life?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment.
"You and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong. He didn't dare to trouble you or Wan Dongliu, but he came to punish me. My Tang family is obviously bigger than you and Caobang combined, but in his eyes
I am the weak persimmon." Tang Buqi whispered: "You scolded me for sucking my aunt's blood, and I felt very uncomfortable along the way. I wanted to refute you a few words, but I couldn't say anything... Others respect me,
Because I am the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, not because of their ancestors who have been dead for who knows how long."
Zhao Changhe stopped talking and poured a glass of wine and drank slowly.
Tang Buqi whispered: "I also know that for so-called going out for training, I shouldn't have brought a maid, I shouldn't have a motorcade, I shouldn't live in Uncle Wu's house, and I shouldn't even stay in Yangzhou... I should
Just like you, one man and one sword left Jiangnan. But..."
Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.
"But you may die like this. You may die at any time, Brother Zhao." Tang Buqi squeezed the wine glass tightly and couldn't drink it for a long time: "You will die... I still have so many things to enjoy..."
Zhao Changhe finally raised his glass: "Here, I'll give you a toast."
Tang Buqi was startled: "You still respect me? Shouldn't you laugh at me?"
"Why am I laughing at you? Am I not afraid of death? I can't help it." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "We have changed places. Maybe you are me and I am you, who is laughing at whom?"
Although he didn't say what to do in this situation...it wasn't something he could say, but it was indeed an excellent comfort.
Tang Buqi's sad face disappeared a lot, and he regained the smile of the good young master in troubled times: "Thank you. Speaking of which, it is quite strange that a person like you has no friends in the world..."
"There will be more and more from now on." Zhao Changhe grinned: "If you don't make some friends in the world, you won't be in the world. My nephew, you are a good person. Don't knock on the door next time. You are my friend."
Tang Buqi changed his face again: "I don't want to be friends with you."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"Whenever you change your eldest nephew to Brother Tang, that's when you can."
Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "Then he is still the eldest nephew."
Tang Buqi bulged his eyes.
"Drinking and drinking, you talk so much that my glass of wine is numb." Zhao Changhe said contemptuously: "I heard that you were drunk in Huajieliu Lane for five days? It seems that not only are you not good at fighting, but your drinking capacity is also rubbish."
"Fuck!" Tang Buqi rolled up his sleeves: "If I don't kill you today, I will keep my mouth shut from now on!"
This was a small gathering that was supposed to be about whether the Huqiu Sword Pond had been discovered and how to explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, but in the end not a word of business was mentioned.
Sometimes getting drunk with friends to relieve worries is not necessarily less important than getting down to business.
Everyone is a martial arts practitioner, with a good physique and internal strength. It is difficult to have a different drinking capacity. Tang Buqi's drinking capacity is indeed acceptable, but compared with Zhao Changhe, it is obviously incomparable. Especially Zhao Changhe feels that the maid around him
If there is a ghost, there is no real intention to get drunk. The internal energy has been quietly dissolving the drunkenness. After half an hour of drinking, Zhao Changhe was fine and Tang Buqi was already drunk.
Then she started to return to her old ways and hugged the little maid who had been standing by the side to refill the wine: "Servant chess, give me a hug..."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
"Hey, who is it?" Tang Buqi pointed at Sisi with his tongue out loud: "You, you, you, go and accompany my brother!"
Sisi: "..."
Zhao Changhe's heart moved and he wanted to try this woman, so he pretended to be drunk and hugged her with a smile: "Sisi..."
Sisi jumped back and said, "Young Master, it is against the family law to molest your maid at will!"
"Tsk!" Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: "Then let my father punish me. What a big deal."
Sisi scratched her head: "Young master, just beat me to death!"
"Huh?" Tang Buqi looked at her with drunken eyes and said, "She doesn't look very good, but she is strong. Brother Zhao, this kind of girl is fine. I can't force you to do it. You can do it yourself."
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force it. I'm almost done drinking. You can rest. Is it always okay for Miss Sisi to accompany me back to do odd jobs?"
"This is her job, as she should be!" Tang Buqi waved his hand and said, "Go, go, and serve my brother well!"
Zhao Changhe pretended to stumble up, even knocking over his chair, and staggered out the door. Sisi hesitated for a moment, but went over to help her, and Zhao Changhe put his hand on her shoulder, pressing his weight on her.
Sisi suppressed her blush and dragged him out like a child carrying a big bear.
Little did he know that Zhao Changhe was even more confused at this time.
Weird, I originally thought that this might be the fake goddess, the one who even kissed casually, and the clues I gave Gong Chaoqun were wide enough, but this didn't seem like it...
Are you trying hard to play the role of a strong little maid? Or is she someone else?
Tang Buqi's singing voice came from the balcony behind him: "I am born with talents that will be useful..."
Then the laughter turned into crying: "The Xiaofeng cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, but the waves wash over the sand and don't recognize you!"