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Chapter 250 Can I have a drink?

 In the late Tang Dynasty Zhuang’s home.

He held the piano and stood outside the guest house, his face red with embarrassment.

What's the matter? I brought the man back to take a shower, then I smoked a cigarette and ran away. 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 holding the piano? You haven't even asked you to pay for the strings at that time!

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 fetching water, 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: "It's ugly time now, no one can play the piano at this time."

Bao Qin 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 lamp on the table.

The man puts on his clothes and holds a pen, lying in bed under the eucalyptus at night.

Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat unconsciously. She always felt that this scene seemed to be something she had seen in a dream, and it touched her heartstrings even more than the previous assumption that he was playing the piano.

It's a pity that instead of bringing a bowl of hot soup, I came to ask him when he was leaving.

"What are you writing?" She walked up slowly and peeked her head in to look.

But it is a secret book.

"The previous agreement with Sisi was that I would provide her with the secret manuals of the Sword Emperor on a long-term basis. The set last time did not have much content. 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 as he wrote: "It's an agreement after all... I'm in such a hurry on weekdays that I don't have a chance to write. When I got here, I saw paper and pen and I remembered it."

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."

"Well..." Tang Wanzhuang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was distracted from the subject and did not pursue the topic of 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. However, 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, he is like this now.

I don't know how long it had passed, but the voice of holding a piano 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, the capital would be upset by me. All kinds of worries are really annoying." Zhao Changhe stood up, stretched out, 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 am doing... In the end, I found that it is 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 with me here, 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.

…………

As if by God's will, when Zhao Changhe rode his horse 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 then scattered again.

Go in every direction.

Tang Wanzhuang refrained from climbing up to watch him off. She was afraid that her gaze would expose the real Zhao Changhe.

Huangfuqing 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 coming out to the south. It was quite easy to recognize. In fact, where would you find so many horseshoes on the snow? Most of the horses' hooves were painted white, and it was impossible to have all the human faces.

The disguise is exactly the same as Zhao Changhe's, but it's so sudden that it's hard to tell at first glance. It's hard to believe that she was prepared for it.

This guy also deliberately walked south. In fact, you can go to Yanmen via the west gate or the north gate. To go south, you have to make 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 was completely deviated from expectations. The original plan was for him to enter quietly without anyone knowing except himself. After he had arranged the affairs in the palace, he would go around in front of his brother and then drag him out again.

Beijing, go to the grassland together.

As a result, someone yelled 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 the market, and he was in a hurry, unable to do anything. He left the capital at night, but it was inconvenient for him to follow him, and he had just come back.

, there are a lot of unfinished things, and the hidden things in the palace cannot be wasted.

Knowing that his choice was right and that it was right not to follow him again, Huangfu Qing still felt a little regretful.

I took him to Beijing, but I took the wrong turn, and I shouldn't have come so early. Maybe after putting on the pig face, he was like a girl like Jianhu Yanyu, laughing and playing, and the relaxation and carefreeness of traveling northward would never be the same 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 brave, but he is actually weak on the inside and cannot withstand the heavy rain. I don't know when he breaks through the entrance and gets a peek.

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 getting slightly brighter. There is a pavilion ten miles away, and there is a post next to the pavilion. Outside the post, there is a breakfast shop, and there are people in twos and threes drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.

Zhao Changhe dismounted his horse 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 a 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. It is the autumn season, the heavy rain has stopped, and the pavilion is dawning.

,Can I have a drink?”


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