Fortunately, he didn't enter through the brothel gate, otherwise someone would see him and go back and say "Zhao Changhe entered the brothel" to Xia Chichi. Zhao Changhe really didn't know how he would die.
When you enter through the back door, you can't see the appearance of a brothel. There is a small bamboo forest behind, and a corner of the bamboo house is exposed in the forest. It is fragrant and pleasant, secluded and quiet. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds can be heard, echoing the sound of a piano in the bamboo house.
, he is obviously a high official of the imperial court, but the feeling of living in seclusion in this empty valley is overflowing.
There were tall men in well-dressed clothes hidden everywhere in the bamboo forest. When they saw Zhao Changhe entering, they all looked at him with eager eyes.
Zhao Changhe walked upstairs without even looking.
The sound of footsteps stepped on the floor, and the moment they reached the door, the sound of the piano stopped.
Zhao Changhe stood outside the door and looked at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people Zhao Changhe knew did not like to use servants to entertain guests. Cui Wenjing was waiting for him in the pavilion alone, and now Tang Wanzhuang is sitting alone in the bamboo tower.
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At this time, she was no longer the thick mink fur she had first seen. She was wearing a long plain dress, long hair hanging down her waist, and an elegant posture. However, her face was still pale, and there was still a sad look between her eyebrows. I don't know if it was because she was not recovering from her illness, but
He is worried, but looking at him makes him more aura.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped her strings with her slender hands, turned around and saw Zhao Changhe standing at the door, smiling slightly: "Please come in."
This smile is like a weak plum blossom blooming in the snow, so the spring breeze is warm and flowers bloom everywhere.
Zhao Changhe, who thought he was a straight man, could not help but feel his heart skip a beat, secretly thinking that this woman was really beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to associate her with a position like the head of the Demon Suppression Division, and her frail and immortal appearance was unimaginable.
The strength that stood in front of Venerable Suzaku at that time made him extremely fearful.
However, that was what she had witnessed with her own eyes, and what she was afraid of at that time was that she would kill him, the "disloyal person" with one sword.
Seeing him again after half a year feels like a lifetime ago.
Zhao Changhe entered the door, and Tang Wanzhuang also moved his seat to the coffee table, making tea with bare hands.
Zhao Changhe sat quietly across from him, with the scent of tea and birds, and the steaming mist. The appearance of Tang Wanzhuang opposite was even more misty in the mist, like a fairy in the clouds, elusive.
Zhao Changhe had a lot to say, but couldn't say it. He was full of poetry and picturesqueness, but had no education and couldn't think of a poem. He was just silent. It seemed that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the world was, he would calm down, so
The surge of the river gradually subsided and flowed eastward quietly in the sunset.
Tang Wanzhuang was also looking at him. The young but unruly young man at that time was now sitting in front of him with a long knife, his unruliness was still there, but his youthfulness had faded, and he was as powerful as a tiger.
She put on the tea cup and said with a smile: "Master Zhao, why didn't you say something? Could it be that he was wanted by Gua Wanzhuang in the first place?"
Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue: "People like you... in such an atmosphere, people don't want to speak loudly."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "You are really a gangster. He can only say that this girl is good-looking and wait for her to be cleaned up. How can the atmosphere and artistic conception be inconvenient and loud?"
Zhao Changhe: "..."
"Master Zhao has read books, so he feels the artistic conception of the bamboo forest and the sunset on the river." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe there is still poetry in his stomach, but he just refuses to say it."
Zhao Changhe simply said: "Actually, there are poems...but speaking it out, maybe it's not much different from cleaning it up and waiting."
Tang Wanzhuang did not feel dissatisfied, but asked curiously: "I would like to hear the details."
"If I say, I don't dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens, will you think that I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said angrily: "But I am also very annoyed, because it seemed to be like this just now.
I can only say that being beautiful is really cheating. I was a little angry with you, but I couldn't express it. Instead, I felt a little weak. I was really angry."
Tang Wanzhuang ignored the following words and repeated the poem in a low voice, with some surprise in her eyes.
Zhao Changhe wondered: "Isn't this sentence in the classics? Are you surprised?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said nothing.
It's two different things if it's in the classics, and it's another thing if you can actually recite the verses from the vast number of classics; it's another thing if you memorize the verses and still use them in your own mood.
This person's aura of a "scholar" can be fully revealed in just one sentence, and no matter how much gangsterism he does, it can't be concealed. If you study urgently after adulthood, developing such an aura in half a year is better than practicing martial arts in half a year to reach Qianlongba.
Eighteen is still difficult.
Was he really born in Zhaocuo in the countryside?
She thought for a while and just said: "Then why do you dare to say it now, and the more you say it, the more straightforward you are?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Now that the conversation has started, the artistic conception has been broken, so it doesn't matter. So I suggest you pretend to be mute and sit there and play the piano. The Vermillion Bird and White Tiger may turn around and leave when they see you..."
Oh, no, they are all women, so they may not like you, and they are more likely to want to tear your face off."
Speaking of this, Bai Hu feels sad. Now Bai Hu is too late. If he knew that he was meeting such a beautiful woman in private, the possibility of tearing her to pieces is really high, or tearing himself apart.
This woman is so damn beautiful. Zhao Changhe doubts that if there was a list of stunning beauties, this girl would be number one! It’s a pity that it’s not a book really created for troubled times, it’s just a page from the Book of Heaven that records military affairs in the world. If anyone really planned
In troubled times, I think it would be even more chaotic to create a stunning ranking list.
Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Tang Wanzhuang was saying: "So Mr. Zhao is indeed angry with Wanzhuang because of the wanted order."
"That's not the case. I was mentally prepared when I was wanted. I killed someone in front of the head of the court. It would be a ghost if I wasn't wanted. This is the path I chose. Why do I blame you? Are you willing?
I should say thank you for canceling this wanted warrant. By the way, you did a good job painting me."
The smile in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes became even stronger, and she found Zhao Changhe's appearance quite interesting.
Zhao Changhe said as he finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then smacked his lips as if it was being burned: "I just don't want to be like a piece on a chessboard, with someone in heaven looking down from above, dropping a new piece from time to time.
Watching the changes on the chessboard is like watching an interesting monkey show. You are the same, and there is another person. She is much more exaggerated than you, so my resentment is all on her, and I am a little angry with you, so
I often make rude remarks, but I can’t really say what I hate.”
Tang Wanzhuang did not ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observation behavior. She just raised a toast to Yingying and said: "In that case, Wanzhuang is asking Mr. Zhao to accompany him."
Zhao Changhe was so angry that he couldn't express himself. He raised his hand to clink glasses in a depressed manner: "I have said nonsense to you several times, and I apologize to you. Don't argue with a rough guy like me."
Before we met, I thought I didn't know how to die, but it's actually that simple. When the other person has her own magnanimity and high ambitions, she won't bother you with some flattering words like an ordinary village girl, and she will be the one to apologize first.
The tough guy naturally apologized in return and ended it.
The two cups collided and made a crisp "ding" sound, which seemed to announce that the grudge between the two people was over, and what was to be said after that was the future.
Tang Wanzhuang drank the tea in the cup, and when she put down the cup, she suddenly bent over, covered her mouth and coughed violently. The indifferent temperament she had just now collapsed instantly, and she was so weak that she seemed to collapse at the sound of the wind.
Poor Zhao Changhe, Tie Zhinan, has never seen such a battle before. He is so helpless just standing there with a cup. Isn't it true that a master like you choked like this after drinking tea? No... this is because she has internal injuries and is not healed! What should I do?
?
Go up and take a picture. Obviously it’s not appropriate. What should I do? Just watch?
He thought for a long time before he remembered that he still had some wound medicine brought from the Cui family in his pocket, including for internal injuries. He didn't know if it was suitable, so he took out one and handed it over: "This is still very useful for healing internal injuries."
Yes, I was kicked in the pubic area before, and after taking one, there will be no problem..."
Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, took a few breaths softly, waved her hands gently and whispered: "It's useless... I had a breakthrough at the beginning and injured the lung meridian. There is nothing your Majesty can do..."
"Fuck, this is the number one on the ranking list?" Zhao Changhe blurted out: "Why do I sometimes think he is awesome, and sometimes I think he is just a fool! And you, you, a lady from all over the world, look extremely calm.
, is there any need to rush for a breakthrough? Daxia will die without you to reach that level?"
Tang Wanzhuang looked at his violent appearance with a strange expression, and whispered: "You must not be disrespectful to His Majesty."
"I'm just a bandit. He's the one who's disrespectful. Why don't you bite me?"
"……especially you."
Zhao Changhe choked up and said simply: "I'm not!"
"Really?" Tang Wanzhuang looked at the dragon bird on his back: "Then...why is the dragon bird happy because of you?"
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PS: Happy Lantern Festival to everyone~
Today is also my birthday, and it’s my 40th birthday. I won’t update it tonight. I want to have a good birthday and Lantern Festival with my family, everyone. I will update it tomorrow.