Tang Wanzhuang, who had always had an indifferent temperament, was probably furious for the first time in her life at a mere word. Zhao Changhe watched helplessly as she grabbed the dragon bird beside the bed and rushed out the door, kicking Tang Buqi over.
Standing alone, he used Longque as a door panel and slapped Tang Buqi on the butt: "I told you not to knock on the door, but to call you uncle! Who told you that this is uncle!"
Tang Buqi screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, my aunt wants to be brave, not my uncle, not my uncle."
Tang Wanzhuang was furious: "Who told you it's because I want face?"
"I was wrong, my aunt doesn't want face or face..."
"Pa bang bang..."
Amidst Tang Buqi's screams, Zhao Changhe finally closed his mouth that had been open for a long time.
What a genius. If you don’t get beaten, who will?
By the way, I feel like this aunt has been bullying my nephew since childhood. She is so skilled...
He wanted to break up the fight but didn't know where to start. What he finally said became this: "Stop fighting. You are not in good health. What should you do if you are tired from fighting..."
Tang Buqi: "..."
It’s me who’s being beaten, but she’s the one you feel sorry for? And that’s not to say that she’s not my uncle!
Tang Wanzhuang was really tired from beating her. She leaned on the knife on the ground and coughed out of breath: "Say, you barged in and said what did your father say?"
"Dad said that the knife was probably Daxia Longque, and Brother Zhao was probably..." Tang Buqi held his head and glanced at his aunt cautiously: "That's why I came here to ask for confirmation. It seems there is no need to ask for confirmation now."
Tang Wanzhuang almost died of anger. She coughed violently for a long time and couldn't even speak.
Zhao Changhe always wondered whether her illness might have been caused by the idiots at home...
He could only say: "Nephew... Oh, Brother Tang, this knife is indeed a dragon bird. Please help hide it. Also, being able to use the dragon bird does not mean you have any status. You see your aunt is also using it, so don't let your thoughts wander..."
My aunt is the head of the Demon Suppressing Division, and she has the same spirit as Daxia. Why is it strange that Longque recognizes her? Who are you?
Tang Buqi felt that he didn't dare to say anything today. If he said anything he would get beaten, it would be better not to say anything.
Anyway, the sword is a dragon bird and you are a prince. Isn't it normal for your aunt to be affectionate with you? The family should have a happy smile. Why should I talk so much... It's just a pitiful thing for me to have an uncle who is younger than me and I have to suffer.
Beat up the tough-talking aunt.
Tang Buqi felt aggrieved, and after a long time he said: "There are not many people who can recognize this sword. If my father doesn't tell me, and if I don't tell, most others won't know."
"Okay, I believe the Tang family has a sense of control over this matter." Zhao Changhe sighed: "Come in and sit down, what are you talking about?"
Tang Wanzhuang glanced at him and finally didn't say anything. She picked up the knife and returned to the house tiredly, sitting on the eucalyptus table beside her.
Tang Buqi followed in cautiously, and sat next to the chair opposite with his buttocks hurting from being spanked.
"Brother Tang." Zhao Changhe suddenly shouted.
The tone was a bit formal, and Tang Buqi glanced at him in surprise.
But I heard Zhao Changhe continue: "I understand the anxiety of parents when their daughters are unmarried at an older age, and I also understand the desire to find a well-matched marriage for their daughters, and I also understand the idea of taking the opportunity to do something for the family... But Tang
Wan Zhuang is not an ordinary person, she not only supports this family, but also supports this country... The Tang family should not and have no right to force her into anything."
Tang Buqi said hurriedly: "We didn't force it either..."
Zhao Changhe directly pretended that these words did not exist and continued: "She is filial and kind-hearted. For a lawless gangster like me, it is normal to fall out with the family. You are better off. You all want to be her head. Are you worthy?"
Don’t say twenty-eight, even if you don’t marry at eighty-two, it’s none of your business!”
Tang Buqi: "..."
"Not to mention that I don't have that status at all. Even if I did, what I want to say is to reject this kind of political marriage. No matter what you think of this status, Zhao said this, please tell the old man, Brother Tang."
Tang Buqi felt extremely strange. What you said to me earlier made sense, but you all acted like that just now. Could it be that you just want to deny it?
But looking at my aunt, she was actually smiling. Her beautiful eyes glanced over the bed, full of appreciation.
You appreciate it when someone eats you up and doesn't admit it, right?
Forget it, it’s the elders’ business. As a junior, you don’t have to talk too much. Tang Buqi said helplessly: “Okay, I will tell the old man exactly what Brother Zhao meant.”
"That's fine." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "I said eldest nephew... uh, Brother Tang, the way you lead the crowd to block the evil sword is very impressive."
Tang Buqi hummed and said: "It's just a sword shadow, what the hell! I have not practiced enough. If you are higher, it will be your turn to be a saint?"
"Yes, do you dare to go out by yourself next time?"
Tang Buqi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "If something goes wrong here, I will go north. Suddenly I feel that there is nothing to be afraid of."
"I've been through the sea, but that's it." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "I look forward to meeting you in the rivers and lakes one day. It will be an interesting scene."
Tang Buqi was silent for a moment and said quietly: "As expected, if I don't knock on the door, you will treat me as a friend."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Tang Wanzhuang: "..."
"Bang!" The door opened, and Tang Wanzhuang grabbed her nephew's ears and threw him out the door: "Go and practice your skills! You are not allowed to go out until you break through the fifth level entrance for ten days! I will test your swordsmanship at that time. If you make any mistakes,
A little bit of wisdom, and you will face the wall for a year!"
"Our family no longer has a mountain behind..." Tang Buqi's sighing voice was already far away.
The room finally became quiet. Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang looked at each other and suddenly smiled.
"According to your opinion, you will stay here for ten days?" Zhao Changhe asked.
"Well, there are so many things going on, I don't know if I can handle them all in ten days."
"Then you should go and deal with the matter. It's just a skin injury. It'll be fine if you just lie down. There's no need to waste time with me."
"How can you say it's a waste of time?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "If I didn't come here, how could I hear what you said to the Tang family?"
"...Actually, it sounds better than saying I don't want my 28-year-old aunt. In the final analysis, isn't it still rejection? You don't understand the essence."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "Wanzhuang is just an ordinary woman. Who wants to hear hurtful words if she can have nice words to say?"
Zhao Changhe stopped talking about this and turned to say: "Tang Buqi's last sentence has no backing. Don't you feel a sense of desolation in decline? Even Tang Buqi, a heartless person, is full of worries, but you actually
You can still laugh..."
"It is not out of belonging and persistence to the glory of the Tang family that he has the transformation to stand up and stand in front of the evil sword. You think this battle is the day the Tang family declines, but I think this is the day the Tang family rises again.
Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "It has to happen once, and this time it comes at the right time."
Zhao Changhe stared at her without saying anything.
During this meeting, it can be said that until this moment, Tang Wanzhuang looked like the leader of the Demon Suppression Division.
"The Tang family needs a lot of help from you this time. Without you, the consequences would be disastrous. Whether you say it's for the people of Gusu or for your friend Tang Buqi, Wanzhuang owes you a favor." Tang Wanzhuang said and took out a favor.
A bloody bead: "This is the treasure that Maitreya smashed into the pool. It may be helpful to you... but you may be a little disappointed."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "Nothing, this is purely a gift, even if it is a copper plate, you will earn it."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "It's not that bad... You should heal your injuries first before experiencing this thing, otherwise it will be detrimental to your Qi and blood."
After saying that, he put the beads on the bedside and finally turned around and went out: "I'm afraid that my pestle here will disturb you and Miss Sisi, so I won't ruin your good deeds. I'll come visit Mr. Zhao when I have time."
Tang Wanzhuang left, and it seemed that the crowded house suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Changhe was also happy to be quiet, closed his eyes to recuperate, and did not even look at the beads on the bedside.
He didn't need to look, he could feel the strong blood violence contained in the beads from a distance. This thing was definitely not suitable to be thought about when the energy and blood were weak when he was injured.
Really, the coming and going of people is delaying my healing... If I want me to heal quickly, I would rather have someone practice dual cultivation. To put it nicely, I owe a favor, but I can't do my job.
Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of my nose. It was a fragrance I had never smelled before.
Zhao Changhe opened his eyes.
A stunningly beautiful girl dressed in an alien costume stood beside him with a straight face, looking at him as he had been smeared with medicine without any expression. Her talkative eyes seemed to read "Isn't this still no bandage?"
Don’t you want me to make rice dumplings again?”
Not only can those eyes speak, but they also seem to have peach blossoms, hidden charm, and their eyes are full of admiration.
But she obviously didn't do anything. This is her natural charm, and she loves her deeply.
Her face doesn't have the "pits and bumps" that she calls it. It's as white as jade, more crystal clear than snow, with a little rosiness showing through the cheeks, like plum blossoms in the snow or rouge in the jade.
Paired with the exotic clothes, the jade waist bead chain sways gently, and the sound of bells on the skirt, from sound to shadow, is like a dream.
Zhao Changhe stared blankly, his heart blank for a moment.
No introduction was needed at all, he knew right away that this was Sisi.
I didn't expect to see Sisi's true face so suddenly... If Tang Wanzhuang is a representative of China's elegance, then this is an exotic fairy.
You are so beautiful, why are you pretending to be an ordinary maid?
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PS: Thanks to Brother Dafu for the gold! My butt is sticking out again!
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