The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 181 Wind Rises Yanmen

  The setting sun sank into the lake, the boat swung to the shore, and the two of them ate a whole fish feast comfortably at the fishermen's house on the shore, and returned exhausted.

   Such days are really rare since time travel. Zhao Changhe regrets that he didn't stay in Cui's house for a few more days.

   Said that he and Yang Yang played at the racecourse by the river for three days, and that was mainly for learning horsemanship, not for enjoying the joy of playing.

  Thinking about the regretful eyes of the little girl at that time, I am not without regrets now.

After being away for such a long time, I don’t know how the little girl is now, and I forgot that I didn’t have it... In fact, Zhao Changhe still believes that Yang Yang’s so-called "like" is mostly dependent and moved by the little girl who was born in a crisis. It may not be true love, so long The past may be gone. This is what Cui Wenjing meant for about three years, obviously the old fox also thinks so.

  At that time, it would be nice to be more decisive, to stamp the little girl's pink lips, most likely you don't need to think about these things...

   At that time, it was still too pure, and it was called a bandit in vain.

  Is it the same now? Zhao Changhe peeked at Tang Wanzhuang who was quietly walking beside him, and sighed.

  This one is different.

  This is precisely because I express that I am not interested, so I feel at ease to get close to you. Just a few words of verbal flirting is fine.

  It's a pity, she is really good-looking, she is so beautiful.

  Especially at this time, with a slightly melancholy expression, really frowning like Xizi, and hating that I don't have a wonderful painting brush in my hand, so I can't record the beauty of this moment.

  There is no such thing as a pure friendship between a man and a woman. If you don't think about it beforehand, in front of such a stunning beauty, it is also a natural attraction.

   "What are you thinking?" Zhao Changhe couldn't help but find a topic.

   "I'm thinking about your song. It's a pity that Wanzhuang can't laugh at this world. Maybe looking back for many years, I can do it."

  That's not Yue Hongling's song, Yue Hongling is still young, and she doesn't have that kind of attitude, maybe she can do it in the future...and if Tang Wanzhuang let go of everything in the future, she can do it too.

  That may be Zhao Changhe's advice to her, "be more carefree", but what's the point of exhorting her? Isn't that the future picture scroll that she had been looking forward to in her heart?

  Who doesn't want to sing and drink lightly, laugh at this world of mortals and let them be free?

   It's a pity that she can't do it now, and what's even more pity is that she may not have a future at all.

  Even if she stole this blissful life for a day, Tang Wanzhuang felt a little guilty, and even suddenly had some ominous omens that something was going to happen.

   Just when the two returned to the Tang family leisurely, it was already very late. General Wu Weiyang of Zhenmasi hurried into Tang Wanzhuang's water pavilion, and saw Baoqin sitting on a stone with his knees in his arms in a daze.

   "Miss Qin, is the first seat resting? Please pass on the message, Wu Weiyang, please see me."

   Baoqin looked up at him blankly: "Miss is not at home."

  Wu Weiyang said: "Oh, where did the chief go on business? I'll go find her."

  "...Why does the lady have to be on business as long as she is not resting?"

  Wu Weiyang was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

  Holding the qin with her chin resting on her knees, she muttered: "But I don't know if this is a business trip for the young lady. You don't bring the qin with you, so you don't need to hold the qin anymore..."

  Wu Weiyang: ""

  Tang Wanzhuang stepped into the courtyard at this moment: "Why is Wei Yang here? What happened?"

   "The first seat!" Wu Weiyang stepped forward and lowered his voice: "The frontier fortress is urgent, Beihu Chenbing Yanmen, and the capital is shaking."

  Baoqin was taken aback, and looked up, Tang Wanzhuang stood there quietly without speaking for a long time.

  Wu Weiyang also carefully looked up at her expression, but found that she was very calm.

   There is no anger or anxiety as imagined, but a little... sorry?

   After a while, Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "Chili came to Jiangnan in the first place, it must be to communicate with Maitreya...Since the barbarians moved, it must be at this time that Maitreya responded."

   "Yes, this subordinate is looking for the chief seat for this purpose. Maitreya is likely to raise troops to respond in the past few days. We are in the south of the Yangtze River, what should we do?"

  Tang Wanzhuang shook her head slightly: "In the past few days, we have asked the Zhenmensi brothers in Maitreya's forces to act in secret, and will cooperate in the future. As for other things, our responsibilities are limited and we can't do much..."

After a pause, he said again: "I will go to Jinling immediately to preside over the situation. As long as Jinling is still there, it will echo with Gusu, and the north of the Yangtze River will be supported by Yangzhou. The situation is not too bad. In fact, if Maitreya raises troops at this time, the fire will not be too late. , will not succeed.”

  Wu Weiyang nodded and said: "Yes, fortunately, the matter of the two states of Suyang...that one did it beautifully."

   Said in a low voice: "Don't say we didn't expect it in advance, I'm afraid he himself didn't expect that the role of solving two cases by hand is so important, it's really destiny."

  Tang Wanzhuang said lightly: "Speak carefully."

  Wu Weiyang pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Maitreya's move is not enough time, maybe it can be dealt with... However, when the head is opened, thieves swarm, the family is entrenched, the sect guards itself, and the world is in chaos."

I don't know if the words were purely worrying, or they were a little bit encouraging the Tang family to separatize Jiangdong. Tang Wanzhuang thought of Zhao Changhe's words yesterday, and sighed slightly. She didn't reply to these words, but said: "Before going to Jinling, I still have to go to Zhao Changhe, there are some things that cannot be finished and must be settled. You go to my brother... No, you find Buqi who is in retreat, let him go out, and help him manage Gusu well."

  Wu Weiyang saluted and accepted the order: "Yes."

  Tang Wanzhuang didn't say much anymore, and with a flash of her figure, she had already gone to the guest house.

  ...

  At this time, Zhao Changhe was still lying on the bed reading the heavenly scriptures.

   This time in it, what he faced was finally no longer the old man Sword Emperor, but Tang Wanzhuang who practiced his moves when he helped him modify his stunts in the morning.

  Knowing that it's just an illusion, but it's too real, even when I made a mistake when feeding the move, the anger in those eyes completely reappeared. The fragrance on her body is so familiar as if she is really by her side, the slowed down movement makes you look closely, and you can even see the fine hairs on her hands.

  Zhao Changhe always felt that with her slow motion, he seemed to be able to hug her and kiss him casually.

   But this is a phantom, you can't even touch it. Isn't it too abnormal to have such an idea?

  It's very tragic, obviously intending to review the unique skills from the heavenly scriptures, but in the end I didn't practice any moves, and I was just in YY.

   It’s been a long time since it’s true... A thought flashed through Zhao Changhe’s mind, can he solve it by himself? We can't wait for Chichi, Chichi also thinks he shouldn't hold back and encourages him to look for it... We didn't look for it, so it's not a crime to guide him?

  But I feel that it is too low to be self-directed at this time. Is it ashamed to be thrown into a different world in the eyes of Tianshu...

  When he was struggling, he seemed to hear Tang Wanzhuang talking: "Mr. Zhao..."

  Zhao Changhe was stunned: "Fuck? Am I so abnormal that I have hallucinations?"

  Tang Wanzhuang's voice was very strange: "What is a pervert?"

  The sound is outside the house! Zhao Changhe suddenly came to his senses, withdrew from the hallucination of Tianshu, stuffed the gold leaf into his arms, jumped up and opened the door.

   Sure enough, it was Zhen Tang Wanzhuang standing there, looking him up and down suspiciously: "Mr. Zhao... what kind of illusion is this?"

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   It's over, whoever listens will think that this is him dreaming of Tang Wanzhuang?

   "Uh, no..." Zhao Changhe was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to ignore the topic, and asked directly, "Why are you here so late?"

   Fortunately, Tang Wanzhuang was not in the mood to ask whether he was having a dream, and said directly: "The barbarians are going south, and Maitreya's incident is at this moment. This time, it's not that you are in a hurry to leave, but that I should go."

   Zhao Changhe's heart skipped a beat, and he pursed his lips tightly.

  Tang Wanzhuang said: "It's a pity that my son has just learned the beginning of the piano. I don't know if he will continue to practice the piano in the future..."

  Zhao Changhe had no choice but to say: "I will practice when I have a chance. By the way, you want me to leave? Don't you plan to keep me here to help?"

"Thousands of troops are not suitable for young master at this time. It is meaningless to stay in the army for nothing." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Young master should leave Jiangnan as soon as possible and go to other places to seek promotion. Wanzhuang is here. In order to fulfill a few promises that I should teach you slowly."

  Zhao Changhe even forgot what promise he had: "What promise do you have?"

"At the beginning, I asked you to calm down and slow down... one is to let you not blindly squeeze your potential and rush for success, and you should settle down; the other is to teach you the Tang family's mental method of reflecting the moon in water and help you stabilize the spiritual platform. Getting rid of the miscellaneous qi in that **** bead in order to extract the baleful qi is not really just for playing the piano." Tang Wanzhuang handed over two booklets: "Now there is not enough time, so I have to hand over the cheats, so I can't teach you in detail."

"..." Zhao Changhe really almost forgot about this. He always felt that writing and playing the piano these days are enough... I just remembered now that I really said that it was just a foundation for learning the mental method, and learning the mental method It's for the Bloody Bead...

   Thanks to Tang Wanzhuang, she still remembers clearly.

  He was not polite, and took it over: "Thanks. Huh? Why two copies?"

  Tang Wanzhuang said: "If you learn the Tang family's heart method, you can use our stepping water and Lingbo light kung fu. This is one of the son's shortcomings, and it should be a good supplement to the son's martial arts."

  Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment, then sighed and said: "You said your mother never played nursery rhymes for you, but I think my mother treats me like that. If you do this, I will be even more embarrassed to leave."

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "You should know why I am so kind to you, and you don't have to take it as a kindness in the world. If you really have some feelings, you should know what I want to see...It's not here to spend time."

  Zhao Changhe couldn't hold back, and asked: "If Zhang San and Li Si were the princes, would you treat him like this?"

  Tang Wanzhuang subconsciously wanted to say yes, but the words got stuck on the edge of her mouth, and she couldn't speak.

  The two quietly stared at each other in front of the house under the moon, suddenly speechless.

  (end of this chapter)