Everyone in Longque Xinghe was very happy, and each got the answer they wanted. Zhao Changhe, holding Longque on his waist and holding Xinghe in hand, went back to drink in a happy mood.
Ling Ruoyu secretly glanced at the way he was holding her hand, lowering her head all the way, feeling strange.
Neither of them had any idea of male and female. Zhao Changhe felt that whether it was a father or a master, it was normal and affectionate to hold a child's hand, while Ling Ruoyu always thought in his mind that this was called holding a galaxy.
Now the girl is always wondering what it would be like if he fought with her hand, grabbing her ankles and hitting someone with her head... There seems to be such a similar weapon in the world, called the One-Legged Bronze Man.
If there is such a scene, how should you position your hands? Should you hold your head, keep them close to your legs, or spread them out to fly?
Ling Ruoyu covered his head... How could he consider such a thing? It's really broken.
He followed Zhao Changhe back to the Hou Mansion in a daze, and bumped into Tang Buqi who was going to relieve himself in the backyard of the banquet hall. Tang Buqi drank some wine, and when he saw Zhao Changhe, he grinned: "You're not dead?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
Ling Ruoyu took out his hand without leaving a trace and bowed politely: "Senior."
"What senior?" Zhao Changhe said: "This is your brother."
Tang Buqi: "..."
Ling Ruoyu looked at Old Tang, who was all white in hair and beard, and couldn't say "brother". In fact, Xinghe and Tang Buqi were not very familiar with each other. Tang Buqi didn't seem to exist in Xinghe's memory that year. Now Ling Ruoyu only knows this
Marquis Wu scolded his master for not lifting his head even after being kicked by a donkey.
Zhao Changhe also remembered it and sneered: "Who do you think won't do it?"
Tang Buqi said leisurely: "Isn't it? None of our old friends have a son or a half. Even Situ Xiao, who claimed to have no interest in women, later married a wife and had children. Except for the sick Han Wubing, there was only one child.
There is a certain person who has been without a job for thirty years... No wonder, a certain person never goes to have fun with us, that's why. My poor aunt..."
Zhao Changhe suppressed his blush.
I want to say that Ling Ruoyu is the one, but I also know that the nature is different. If he really speaks out about it, he will be humiliated. Tang Buqi is probably waiting.
But Ling Ruoyu raised her hand weakly: "I heard from Master that your Majesty had one back then..."
Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up. Is it true? If so, then he is the earliest among his friends. The kind of friend who can make people shine and blacken you.
Tang Buqi had a look on his face: "Your family's swordsman heritage is really unique."
Damn, this is the number one secret of the government and the public, and even a fledgling girl knows it... This time, he didn't get back the chance, and he was shown off. Tang Buqi felt so full that he went to the toilet.
The injury from the fake Xinghe Lingchi before still hurts.
Xinghe once again helped his master win a big victory, and the two of them entered the banquet hall with their heads held high.
He entered the side hall. He was not with the birthday guests outside. The tables were all in his own backyard. Except for Chi Chi on the dragon chair and Sisi who was far away in Miaojiang, everyone else was there. He saw Ling Ruoyu following suit.
Following Zhao Changhe in, everyone also knew their choice, not to return to the Sword Spirit, but to become a little apprentice.
This choice did not surprise everyone, and Yue Hongling knew it would be the case, and waved with a smile: "Yu'er, come sit here with master."
Ling Ruoyu glanced around, feeling strange in her heart. When she was Xinghe, she had fought side by side with them, but there was no need to be respectful to them, but when she was Ling Ruoyu, did she want one?
Bow and go over to do the junior salute...
Master said that you should be polite and respect your seniors.
She hesitated for a second, then bowed honestly: "Hello, aunts."
A group of women blinked at the same time and subconsciously dug into their pockets to find the gift.
It's so strange, look at this polite little white flower... According to everyone's understanding of Xinghe, you haven't seen anything about us. You really can't respect us as elders in your heart. What's more, Xinghe is also a stabbing
The magic sword with human eyes, made by Ye Wuming, is not a good thing.
I don’t know if she really changed her temper and became a cute girl, or if another black lotus disguised as a white lotus bloomed in front of everyone, and she had to be given a greeting gift warmly.
Only Zhao Changhe couldn't see the Jiujiu in everyone's heart. He looked at them all with aunty smiles on their faces as they gave meeting gifts. One person gave him a jade pendant and another person gave him a bead. It felt like this kid had changed from the protagonist of a Jianghu novel to the protagonist of a group favorite.
of……
"Hello, Aunt Baoqin." The gift was received in front of Baoqin.
Master Changshi looked at the little white flower in front of him, his face a little red. Just yesterday he was pretending in front of her and "fighting for a man with the Sunset Sword". He felt that the society was very dead and it seemed that he would have to bleed heavily if he didn't want to be publicized and ridiculed.
. Baoqin knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, took out a large stack of banknotes, and stuffed them into the little girl's arms with a smile: "You still need to bring some money with you when you travel around the world, don't be too young..."
With tens of thousands of taels in her arms, Ling Ruoyu sat down next to her master contentedly, sitting obediently.
My heart is bleeding when I hold Qin, it is the dowry I have been saving for a long time.
Yue Hongling knew it well. She watched with a smile as her apprentice took the things from the hands of his love rivals. She smiled refreshedly and said, "Now that the big deal is settled, does Changhe have any new arrangements?"
When he is not here, you can say that the world will not change without you, and everyone will make their own arrangements. Once he is here, he immediately becomes the backbone, and even Ye Jiuyou looks at him quietly, waiting for him to decide.
Discuss.
In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't want to make any plans at this time. He just wanted to spend some time with everyone, so he said: "There's no hurry. The imperial court will first clear away the remnants of the Heavenly Dao in the realm, and let Sisi use her method to position it."
Tiandao position? I also want to see if I can re-forge Longque... There is quite a lot of preparation work, let’s talk about the next step.”
These are all nonsense that he would naturally do without telling him. The so-called dragon bird reforging is not something that everyone can help with. When everyone heard it, they knew what he was thinking, and they all sipped their wine with a half-smile and said nothing.
You want to accompany me, but we won’t let you accompany you. Everyone has agreed on who is the dog first and who dares to show that he misses you in front of so many people.
Even if my heart is full of passion and I want to tell him goodbye, I still have to keep it straight on my face and say you should go to hell.
Ye Jiuyou was the first to stretch out and leave the table: "You guys eat slowly, I went to practice, and I feel like vomiting when I see someone."
"You still want to vomit?" Piaomiao said angrily: "Who hid him from others for so long?"
Ye Jiuyou said leisurely: "Isn't it okay to throw up after watching it for thirty years? A corpse puppet that has no response at all. Whoever wants to see it can look at it."
"Whoever sees is a dog." Huangfu responded: "Since there are no arrangements, I will go back."
Someone took the lead, and everyone jumped up, turned around, and walked away. Yue Hongling also took Ling Ruoyu, who had just sat down, and left directly.
Ling Ruoyu: "..."
I haven't eaten yet...
Aren't you all gathered here just to see him? So what are you doing by saying that you are embarrassed after seeing him? It's a bunch of old aunties, and it's still so awkward.
"Master..." Outside the house, Ling Ruoyu whispered: "Do you want to deliberately suffocate him to death? Let him beg you?"
Yue Hongling kept her eyes straight: "What else? We don't want to lose face?"
"That's wrong, Master." Ling Ruoyu paused: "He's not hungry at all. He spent the last two days with Mr. Chang Shi, which is a long time."
Yue Hongling: "?"
It's over. I'm afraid that the consensus of everyone's alliance will be ruined in the hands of this stinky maid. Baoqin was not considered his person back then, but this time he is directly regarded as his new recruit. What does it have to do with other people's agreements? He is not afraid of being betrayed at all.
People laugh like dogs.
Ling Ruoyu was saying: "If you all ignore him, the worst he can do is find Mr. Chang Shi. At that time, you will be watching them and me, and you don't know whether you are suppressing him or yourself..."
Yue Hongling took a deep breath, took out a booklet and handed it to her apprentice: "For meritorious service, I will reward you for the latest sword skills that I have learned over the years. I have studied hard these days."
Ling Ruoyu took the booklet with a smile: "Thank you, Master."
Different from other sword spirits, which usually come with their master's complete sword skills. Xinghe does not have a complete routine, because Zhao Changhe is not a swordsman, does not have a complete set of sword inheritance, and has no sword intention at all. To say that there is,
That is also the innate meaning of the night sky in Xinghe. Therefore, even if Ling Ruoyu awakens Xinghe's memory, the master's guidance is still of great value to her.
The master's figure flashed and disappeared, obviously he had gone to catch the rapist.
Ling Ruoyu put away the book and leisurely returned to the side hall. Sure enough, Zhao Changhe was no longer here. The little girl sat back and ate at the table of food to herself.
They say Xinghe is stupid, but I think you are the stupidest.
While the master and apprentice were whispering, Zhao Changhe was running into obstacles everywhere.
Ye Jiuyou: "Go and find Ye Wuming who will die to find you. I'm not familiar with you."
Piaomiao: "We agreed to wait until you conquer Ye Wuming before you can touch me. Don't go back on your word."
Yuan Sanniang: "Who are you?"
Huangfu Qing: "Where did you come from, you stinky pig, get out of here."
Tang Wanzhuang: "...If you are here, you will be laughed at, so I don't want to do it anymore."
Tang Buqi: "Your private courtyard? Why should we arrange a private courtyard for you? Who should sleep there? Oh, it turns out that you were kicked out by them. Hahahahaha, you have today! Butler! I have ordered you not to sleep with this guest.
Arrange the house. What? He is King Zhao? Who told you that he is King Zhao? King Zhao has scars on his face but he does not. Are you blind? Come here and drive out this person pretending to be King Zhao!"
The dignified King Zhao didn't even have his own private guest house when he arrived at Wuhou's mansion, so he was driven out by Wuhou like a dog.
Zhao Changhe stands alone in the atrium, looking at the sky speechlessly.
Baoqin's head popped out from the side: "Master, here, here."
Zhao Changhe trotted over, hugged Qin and took his hand and quietly slipped into Tang Wanzhuang's waterside pavilion.
"She asked you to do the evening makeup? She's not afraid of being laughed at?"
"It's because I live here too." Baoqin dragged Zhao Changhe into the small house next to the waterside pavilion: "This is where Baoqin lived before. Why does the young master need to arrange a place for us?"
Although the house was small, it finally had a place to stay. Zhao Changhe sat down on the edge of the small bed and sighed: "When will this day end..."
Baoqin smiled and said, "We had a fight today. Are you sweating? Do you want Baoqin to help you wash it again?"
Go ahead and go. The more you want to save face, the more money you will make by hugging Qin. Your dog's agreement has nothing to do with me. I am a newcomer, hehe.
Seeing that Zhao Changhe still looked a little troubled, he sat Qin in his arms, bit his ear and said, "It's very simple for me to solve this problem..."
"Ah?" Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "I feel that they are all very angry... Some of them are not so angry, and they can't let go for the sake of face. They feel that this matter is very difficult to handle."
"What's the problem?" Baoqin whispered, "I just favored Baoqin in front of them, and within two days they couldn't stand it anymore..."
It is indeed the standard answer.
In fact, Zhao Changhe knows that no matter who you go to, you can break the situation by being shameless. The most difficult part in this matter is not whether you can put down your face, but who you go to. No matter who you go to to coax, others will only be angry, and no one will be humiliated by you.
After driving for thirty years, you go to coax her? I am not as good as her in your heart, right?
So no one could go.
On the contrary, Baoqin is the only place where there is no question of who to coax. Of course, it can only be done here, and no one has anything to say.
"Okay..." Baoqin kissed the man's neck gently and whispered: "Even if I don't solve their problems... Baoqin still hopes that I will pamper you more..."
Zhao Changhe hugged him, lowered his head and kissed her.
Not long after, under the stars and moon, the faint and unsuppressed sound of holding a piano could be heard from the cabin next to the waterside pavilion. In the waterside pavilion, Tang Wanzhuang was nestled on the bed with a thin quilt, turning around and almost getting angry.
Disease relapses.
The stinky girl stole my man right in front of her without even lowering her voice.
If I had known that I would have run away before anyone else came in the afternoon... When everyone was there until the evening, I couldn't bear to lose face and refused him. What now?
Others can't hear what's going on here unless they deliberately open their consciousness. I'm so close and can hear it even if I cover my ears. It's simply torture.
Damn girl, just wait for me!
Hey... you are such a good girl, why are you begging for mercy? Tang Wanzhuang pricked up her ears.
"Master..." Baoqin was panting: "Isn't Baoqin useless..."
Tang Wanzhuang: "..."
Holding Qin and acting coquettishly: "Actually, holding Qin is not that useless, mainly because this bed is a bit small... Should we change places?"
Zhao Changhe asked: "Where?"
"By the waterside pavilion, Miss's bed is so sweet and soft..." Baoqin said: "Anyway, Miss just can't be intimate with my uncle for fear of being laughed at, but it's not that I can't borrow the bed. Miss is so kind to me.
You won’t be so stingy.”
Tang Wanzhuang: "?"
"May I?"
"Maybe the young ladies are already asleep, let's go secretly..."
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes flashed. Zhao Changhe had already appeared beside Baoqin, with two white bodies entwining and kissing beside him.
Tang Wanzhuang was angry and funny. She knew that Baoqin was deliberately creating opportunities for the young lady, and Zhao Changhe was also trying to push things along. For Prime Minister Tang, who even wanted to sneak some food in the afternoon, of course he was not angry at all, and he was not feeling unhappy at all.
itch?
It might be embarrassing for others, but this is Baoqin.
Serving him together with Baoqin was not only deeply ingrained in Baoqin's own heart, it was also a fact that Tang Wanzhuang had long recognized, and there was no sense of disobedience at all.
Tang Wanzhuang maintained her last dignity and did not kick the adulterer and adulteress out of bed. She pretended to be sleeping along the steps that she passed by while holding the piano, and turned sideways without looking inward. This was her last resistance.
The voice coming from beside her was so seductive that it made her feel numb in her heart. Tang Wanzhuang gritted her teeth. She really didn't expect that the pretty little maid she had seen growing up could be so virtuous in bed.
By the way, who disliked that big bear who could break the strings when playing the piano and refused to let herself be friends with him?
Their movements became wider and wider, and their hands had already rubbed against their backs, which were deliberately facing backwards, and then touched their buttocks.
Tang Wanzhuang tensed her body and gritted her teeth to pretend to be dead.
"Miss... help, save me..." The maid's murmur came to my ears: "I can't survive..."
Tang Wanzhuang: "..."
The movements behind him became more and more unscrupulous. Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat. The guy actually put Baoqin on her body...
How can I pretend to sleep like this?
Holding Qin and leaning over, Rulan's breath was right next to the ear where the young lady was lying on her side. Tang Wanzhuang finally couldn't help but gasp a little.
Lying on your side like this will make holding Qin very uncomfortable... Tang Wanzhuang thought drowsily and slowly lay down straight.
The little maid was pressed directly against him, and the master and servant looked at each other in confusion for a few breaths, their faces flushed. Holding Qin bit her lower lip, and murmured with some difficulty: "Miss... don't look..."
The next moment, it collapsed into a pile and was opened weakly.
The one covering him turned into Zhao Changhe.
"I..." Tang Wanzhuang avoided Zhao Changhe's kiss, tilted her head and said, "I did it to save Baoqin, not to be nice to you."
Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was blocked.
Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and responded obediently, showing that her body was far less tough than her mouth. The little maid rested next to her for a moment, then reluctantly stood up and stretched out her hand to untie the young lady's clothes.
Feeling the movement of holding the piano, Tang Wanzhuang felt a little dazed.
This strange and shameful scene seems to have happened a long time ago. Perhaps it should have happened thirty years ago and in countless dreams.