The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 160 Sisi's True Appearance

Tang Wanzhuang, who has always had an elegant temperament, may be the first time in her life that she was furious with a mere sentence. Zhao Changhe watched her pick up the dragon bird by the bed and rush out the door, kicking Tang Buqi to the side , using the dragon bird as a door panel, and slapped it on Tang Buqi's buttocks: "Don't knock on the door, let you call uncle! Who told you that this is uncle!"

  Tang Buqi screamed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, aunt wants to be cheeky, not uncle or uncle."

  Tang Wanzhuang was furious: "Who told you it's because I want to be skinny?"

   "I was wrong, Auntie, don't be naughty, don't be naughty..."

   "Papa..."

  Amidst Tang Buqi's screams, Zhao Changhe finally closed his mouth that had been open for a long time.

   What a genius, who will be beaten if you are not beaten?

   In other words, how can there be a sense of sight that this aunt has been bullying this nephew since she was a child, so skilled...

  He wanted to persuade a fight, but he didn't know where to start. In the end, what he said became like this: "Stop beating, you are not in good health, what should you do if you are tired..."

   Tang Buqi: "..."

   I was the one who was beaten, but it was her who you felt sorry for? It's not my uncle!

  Tang Wanzhuang was really tired from the beating, leaning on the knife on the ground, coughing out of breath, "Say, you broke in and asked what your father said?"

   "Father said that the saber is probably Daxia Longque, and brother Zhao is probably..." Tang Buqi held his head and glanced at his aunt cautiously: "That's why I came to verify it. It seems that there is no need to verify it 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 be caused by the idiots at home...

  He had no choice but to say: "Nephew... Oh, brother Tang, this knife is indeed a dragon sparrow, please help to conceal it, and being able to use a dragon sparrow doesn't mean you have any identity, you see your aunt is also using it, don't diverge your thinking..."

  My aunt is the head of the Zhenma Division, with a great Xia Qimai, why is it strange that Longque recognizes her, who are you?

  Tang Buqi felt that he didn't dare to say a word today, and he would be beaten if he said anything casually.

Anyway, the knife is a dragon bird, and you are the prince. Isn't it normal for your aunt to be affectionate with you? My aunt beat me up.

   Tang Buqi felt aggrieved, and took a long time to say: "There are not many people who can recognize this knife. If my father doesn't tell, I don't tell, and most people don't know."

   "All right, I believe the Tang family has a sense of proportion in this matter." Zhao Changhe sighed and said, "Come in and sit down, what do you want to say?"

  Tang Wanzhuang took a look at him, but finally said nothing, and went back to the room with a knife in his hand, sitting on a desk beside him.

  Tang Buqi followed in cautiously, and sat next to the opposite chair in pain from his pumped buttocks.

   "Brother Tang." Zhao Changhe suddenly called out.

  The tone was a bit formal, and Tang Buqi gave him a surprised look.

But I heard Zhao Changhe continue: "I understand the anxiety of parents looking at their daughters who are old and unmarried, I also understand the desire to find a good marriage for my daughter, and I understand the idea of ​​wanting to take this opportunity to do something for the family...But Tang Wan Zhuang is not an ordinary person, she not only supports the family, but also supports the country... The Tang family should not and have no right to force her to do anything."

  Tang Buqi hurriedly said: "We didn't force you..."

Zhao Changhe directly pretended that these words did not exist, and continued: "It is she who is filial and kind-hearted. Instead of a lawless gangster like me, it is normal to turn against the family. You are good, everyone wants to be her leader, 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 identity at all. Even if I am, what I want to say is to reject this kind of political marriage. No matter how you look at this identity, Brother Tang please tell the old lady what Zhao said."

  Tang Buqi felt extremely strange. You told me this earlier, it made sense, but you were all like that just now. Does this make you want to wipe it out and deny it?

   But seeing my aunt's expression, she was actually smiling. Those beautiful eyes glanced over the bed, full of appreciation.

   It's quite admirable for you to be eaten up and refused to admit it, right?

   Forget it, the matter of the elders, what's the point of being a junior. 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'm talking about nephew... Uh brother Tang, the way you lead the crowd to stand in front of the evil sword is very impressive."

  Tang Buqi snorted and said, "It's just a sword shadow, what the hell! I don't practice enough, and if I am a little taller, it will be your turn to show off my holiness?"

   "Yes, do you dare to go out by yourself next time?"

  Tang Buqi was stunned, and suddenly laughed: "I'm going north after this matter. Suddenly, I feel that there is nothing to be afraid of."

   "Once in 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, that scene must be interesting."

  Tang Buqi was silent for a moment, then quietly said: "Sure enough, if I don't knock on the door, you will regard me as a friend."

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

  Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

"Bang!" The door opened, and Tang Wanzhuang grabbed her nephew's ear and threw it out the door: "Go practice your skills! You are not allowed to go out if you do not break through the five-fold entrance within ten days! I will test your sword skills at that time, and if you miss With a little bit of essence, you will face the wall behind the mountain for a year!"

   "Our house has no back mountain..." Tang Buqi sighed far away.

  The room finally quieted down. Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

   "According to what you mean, will you stay here for ten days?" Zhao Changhe asked.

   "Well, everything is complicated, I don't know if I can finish it in ten days."

   "Then you'd better deal with the matter, I'm just a skin trauma, it's fine to just lie down, don't waste time with me."

   "How can you say it's a waste of time?" Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "If you don't come here, how can you hear what you said to the Tang family?"

   "...Actually, it sounds better than not wanting a twenty-eight-year-old aunt. In the final analysis, isn't it still a rejection? You don't grasp the essence."

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "Wanzhuang is no more than an ordinary woman, who wants to hear hurtful words if you can have nice words?"

Zhao Changhe stopped talking about this, and instead said: "Tang Buqi's last sentence has nothing to do with the back mountain. Don't you feel a sense of desolation? Even Tang Buqi, a heartless and heartless person, is full of thoughts, how could you I can still laugh..."

"It's not because of the belonging and dedication to the Tang family's glory that the transformation of standing up to the evil sword came forward. You said that this battle was the day of the Tang family's decline, but I said it was the time of the Tang family's rejuvenation. "Tang Wanzhuang said in a low voice: "There must be such a time, and this time comes just in time."

  Zhao Changhe stared at her without speaking.

  This meeting, it can be said that until this time, Tang Wanzhuang didn't look like the head of Zhenmasi.

"The Tang family has received a lot of help from you this time. Without you, the consequences would be disastrous. Whether you say it is for the people of Suzhou or for your friend Tang Buqi, Wanzhuang owes you a favor." Tang Wanzhuang said and took out the A blood-colored bead: "This is the treasure that Maitreya threw into the pool. It may be helpful to you...but you may be a little disappointed."

  Zhao Changhe nodded: "It's nothing, this is purely a gift, even if it's a copper coin."

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "It's not that bad... You need to heal your wounds before trying this thing, otherwise it will be bad for your blood."

   As he spoke, he put the beads on the bedside, and finally turned around and went out: "I'm afraid I'm here to disturb you and Miss Sisi, so it's not a bad thing for you. Come and see Mr. Zhao when you have time."

  Tang Wanzhuang left, as if the crowded house suddenly became quiet.

  Zhao Changhe was also happy to be quiet, closed his eyes to recuperate, and didn't even look at the beads on the bedside.

   No need to look at it, he can feel the strong blood contained in the beads from a long distance, this thing is definitely not suitable for thinking about it now when the blood is weak when injured.

  Really, people come and go, delaying Lao Tzu's healing...I want me to heal quickly, but I come to personal double cultivation.

   Just thinking about it, the tip of his nose suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, which was a type of fragrance that he had never smelled before.

  Zhao Changhe opened his eyes.

A beautiful girl dressed in a foreign race stood beside her with a straight face, looking at him with a blank face after being smeared with medicine, her talking eyes seemed to say, "Isn't this still unbandaged? Don’t want me to make zongzi again?”

  The eyes are not only able to speak, but also seem to have peach blossoms, with a hidden charm, and the eyes are flowing, like Mu Rusu.

  But she obviously didn't do anything, this is a natural charm, deep lovesickness.

  The face does not have what she called "pits and hollows", it is as white as jade, crystal clearer than snow, with a little rosy cheeks showing, like plums in snow, like rouge in jade.

  Paired with the exotic clothes, the jade waist and bead chain swayed lightly, and the sound of bells beside the skirt, from sound to shadow, was like a dream.

  Zhao Changhe stared blankly, feeling blank for a while.

   No need for an introduction at all, he knew at a glance that this was Sisi.

   I didn't expect to see Sisi's true face so suddenly... If Tang Wanzhuang is the representative of Chinese elegance, then this is an exotic fairy.

  You are so beautiful, why are you pretending to be an ordinary maid?

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  (end of this chapter)