The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 141 Big Wave Washes the Sands and I Don’t Know You

  The dinner party was very simple. It was in Tang Buqi's water pavilion, and there was no "good place" to go to.

  But Zhao Changhe thinks this is the best place.

  This guy alone has a big courtyard, the house is built on the water, the wooden bridge is winding, clean and elegant. The water flows everywhere, and there are faint bursts of silk and bamboo. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and listening to the Perfume Pavilion in his dream had already appeared in front of his eyes.

  Riding a donkey to find a donkey, and asked if there was Gusu Murong, so you are Yanziwu.

  The little servant girl took him to the place and gave him a little bow: "The servant girl will leave."

   "Hey hey!" Zhao Changhe took his eyes back from looking at the scenery, and greeted her with a smile: "Your young master, please eat, don't you want to accompany me?"

  The servant girl waved her hand and retreated: "Every clan has its own division of labor, so don't mess it up. I'm not here to serve the young master."

   "Then what are you doing?"

   "I'm a handyman in a guest house..."

   "That's to greet guests, right, so you go and show me the way?"

   "Yeah... uh, not all of it. I'm just cleaning the guest house. I'm not in charge of greeting the guests. There was no one there just now, so I wanted to be lazy..."

  Zhao Changhe was very funny, and was about to tease him again, when he saw Tang Buqi poking his head out of the water pavilion above: "Who are you talking to? Tsk... you **** molested my maid?"

  Zhao Changhe responded: "Why did you flirt with the little girl after a few words? Do you think everyone is the same as you?"

"All right, all right. Who is there?" Tang Buqi pointed to the maid, but he seemed to be unable to remember the name, and he didn't struggle after a moment. 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 are in the guest house, right? Anyway, it can be regarded as your job, so you can also come up to eat together and serve Mr. Zhao."

   After finishing speaking, he put his head back.

   Maid: "..."

   "Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost didn't laugh out loud, and asked, "Hey, we know each other well, what's your name?"

  The servant girl held back for a while before saying, "Sisi."

  Zhao Changhe smiled without saying a word.

   This is not like the Tang family style at all. Look at the name of the maid next to Tang Wanzhuang, who is holding the piano or listening to the piano... Anyway, the style should be of this type. What kind of uneducated name do you have?

  He didn't expose it, and took "Sisi" to the water pavilion with a smile.

  There is a small round table in the hall, and there are many maids and musicians playing the piano and playing the zither, playing soft and soothing music.

  But Tang Buqi stopped eating grapes with his maid, and sat alone by the window to pour himself a drink, as if he had something on his mind. Seeing Zhao Changhe come in, he gestured casually: "Sit down, there is no one else, just the two of us have something to eat."

   "..." The eldest nephew has become two brothers, a little unaccustomed.

   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 not being used to it, and asked curiously: "Have you been scolded?"

"No." Tang Buqi said: "My father praised me very well, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I knew that I didn't do much, but I was at the forefront of attacking Bailian Temple Yes, it should be praised."

   "There is also something I think I should praise..." Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Then since you have been praised, why do you have such a pensive expression?"

   "What's the use of boasting a few words at home, do you really live at home all your life?"

  Zhao Changhe froze for a moment.

"You and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong. He didn't dare to trouble you, didn't dare to mess with Wan Dongliu, and came to punish me. My Tang family is obviously bigger than you and the Cao Gang combined, but in his eyes I am the soft persimmon." Tang Buqi said in a low voice: "You scolded me for sucking my aunt's blood. I am the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, not because of the ancestors who have been dead for some time."

  Zhao Changhe stopped talking, poured a glass of wine and drank slowly.

Tang Buqi whispered: "I also know that for the so-called going out to experience, I shouldn't bring a maid, I shouldn't have a motorcade, I shouldn't live in Uncle Wu's house, and I shouldn't even settle in Yangzhou...it should be like Like you, one person, one sword, leave Jiangnan. But..."

  Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.

   "But you may die like this, you will die at any time, Brother Zhao." Tang Buqi held the wine glass tightly, unable to drink it for a long time: "I will die...I still have so many things to enjoy..."

  Zhao Changhe finally toasted: "Come, I respect you."

  Tang Buqi was startled: "You still respect me? Shouldn't you be laughing 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 are in a different place, maybe you are me, and I am you, who laughs at whom?"

   It didn't say what to do about the situation... It wasn't something he could say, but it was an excellent comfort.

  Tang Buqi's sad face dissipated a lot, and he regained the smile of Mr. Zhuo Shijia from before: "Thank you. Speaking of people like you, it's strange that there are no friends in the world..."

   "There will be more and more from now on." Zhao Changhe grinned: "If you don't make friends in the Jianghu, what kind of Jianghu will you be. You are a good nephew, don't knock on the door next time, you are my friend."

   Tang Buqi raised his face again: "But I don't want to be friends with you."

  Zhao Changhe froze for a moment: "Why?"

   "Whenever you change your eldest nephew to brother Tang, then it will be fine."

  Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "That's still the eldest nephew."

  Tang Buqi bulged his eyeballs.

   "Drinking and drinking, talking so much, I can't lift my glass." Zhao Changhe scorned: "I heard that I was drunk for five days in Huajie Liuxiang? It seems that you are not only bad for fighting, but also **** for drinking."

   "Fuck!" Tang Buqi rolled up his sleeves: "If I don't **** you up today, I will seal my mouth in the future!"

   This meeting, which is supposed to talk about whether Huqiu Jianchi has been discovered, and discuss how to explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, ended up not mentioning a word about the business.

   Sometimes drinking with friends to relieve worries is not less important than business.

  Everyone is a martial arts practitioner, with physical fitness and internal strength. It is difficult to drink too much. Tang Buqi's drinking capacity is indeed good, but compared with Zhao Changhe, it is obviously not comparable. In particular, Zhao Changhe felt that the maid around him was haunted, so he didn't really intend to get drunk. The internal force has been quietly dispelling the drunkenness. After half an hour of drinking, Zhao Changhe was fine, and Tang Buqi was already drunk.

   Then he started to go back to his old ways, and hugged the little maid who had been standing by the side to refill the wine: "Chess servant, give me a hug..."

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   "Hey, who's inside?" Tang Buqi pointed at Sisi with his tongue out, "You, you, you, go and accompany my brother!"

  Sisi: "..."

   Zhao Changhe's heart moved, and he wanted to try this woman, so he also pretended to be drunk, and hugged her with a smile: "Sisi..."

  Sisi jumped back with a "kick": "Master, it is also a violation of family law to **** and humiliate a servant girl at will!"

   "Hey!" Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: "Then let my father punish me, what a big deal."

  Sisi stiffened her neck: "Then the young master will kill me!"

   "Huh?" Tang Buqi gave her a drunken look, "You don't look very good, but you are strong. Brother Zhao, this kind of girl is okay, I can't force you, you can do it yourself."

  Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force it, I'm almost drunk, you can rest. Is it okay for Miss Sisi to accompany me back to do odd jobs?"

   "It's her job, she should!" Tang Buqi waved his hand and said: "Go, go, take good care of my brother!"

   Zhao Changhe got up pretending to stumble, even knocked 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, putting all his weight on her.

  Sisi blushed, and dragged him out like a child carrying a big bear.

   As everyone knows, Zhao Changhe is even more confused at this time.

   It’s strange, I thought this might be the fake goddess, who even kissed casually, and the range of clues I gave Gong Chaoqun was wide enough, but this doesn’t look like…

   Are you trying to play a strong little maid? Or is it another person?

  Tang Buqi's voice came from the balcony behind him: "I am born with talents that will be useful..."

  Laughed, and then cried: "Xiaofeng cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, and the big waves wash the sand and don't know the king!"

  (end of this chapter)