The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 763 Family Banquet

Having not played the piano for long, Zhao Changhe only had a few pieces of music in his stomach. Most of them were etudes he had learned in Suzhou. Feng Qiuhuang learned them specially for Tang Wanzhuang...

But he still played all the exercises he knew and played them to the little girl. She liked listening to them and liked music even more than Wanzhuang.

 After all, her name is Baoqin. She stands there holding her beloved qin every day. If a string breaks, it feels like her life is about to end.

Even though I didn’t play a few songs and most of them were simple exercises like this, Bao Qin still enjoyed listening to it.

 What is the fate of the maid in Tongfang? It means that when the young lady is inconvenient, she will satisfy the uncle's desires on the young lady's behalf. Baoqin had already been mentally prepared for this since she first learned about human affairs, so she chose someone... She was much more anxious than the young lady when she didn't like the stinky bear, because it meant that she had to accompany someone who didn't like her. A rude man that catches your eye.

Later, later on, I fell in love... But even though I fell in love, I never thought about how much love I would get. It was probably because the lady was tired one day and offered to let Bao Qin do it. He didn't refuse, and then Bao Qin closed his eyes and shyly accepted Huan... I have imagined that scene countless times.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think that he would hold her in his arms and play his favorite tunes one by one, just because she liked it.

 He is busy with so many things, there is no need to do these things, and whether he does them or not will not affect any results.

 Baoqin felt that even dreams were not so beautiful. Even if he only meant to do it.

 Zhao Changhe did mean it. Although it is natural for a maid to be a maid in this world, and even the client himself feels that it is a source of resentment if you don't want me, he really can't treat a person like a tool and let others sleep with him. But if you say let's forget about the cannibalistic feudalism and just go find the one you love...then no one is so hypocritical.

 The only thing I can do is to make the little girl happy and enjoy the tenderness that the young lady feels.

"Uncle..." The sound of the piano stopped, and she leaned against him softly, her eyes full of shame and joy: "How long can you stay in Beijing this time?"

 From "Your Highness" to "Master" when they met, they all said something wrong. This "Sister-in-law" was the real meaning of the little maid. When asked how long he would stay, the meaning becomes even more obvious.

Zhao Changhe said: "It depends on the current combat readiness situation. I don't know much about it yet. Most of you know better than me."

 Hold the piano and listen to it even more joyfully.

 She was by Tang Wanzhuang's side handling official documents every day, and she indeed understood the situation better than Zhao Changhe. Not to mention the issues of food, grass, soldiers and armor, the army training alone was not completed. Of course, if Hu Qi goes south at this time, he can barely pull him out first. The specific time to move will have to be discussed together when Zhao Changhe comes back.

Theoretically, as long as there is an urgent news from the border, it is not that urgent. It is normal to prepare for ten and a half months. The research and mass production of storage rings also take time.

 Does that mean...

Baoqin took a sneak peek at Zhao Changhe, only to see that he began to lose focus. It seemed that his mind was diverted as soon as business was mentioned. Baoqin sighed secretly in his heart. He was exactly the same as the young lady. Once the important matters of family and country came before him, he forgot about everything he held in his arms. I just hope that everyone has a good morning, that they can let their horses roam the Nanshan Mountains and take a good rest in the forest for a few years.

 “Uncle…”

"Huh?" Zhao Changhe came back to his senses. The little maid in his arms bit her lower lip: "Do you want... to kiss me?"

Who was the person who just said that this is the main hall of the Demon Suppression Division? This girl is much more proactive than doing evening makeup. Zhao Changhe knew that the little maid wanted to relax herself, so he didn't think about those troublesome things. He leaned over and kissed her, and asked with a smile: "To tell you the truth, I have never asked where Baoqin's family is from. Is it because he was beaten when he was a child?" Did the Tang family buy it?"

"I am a son of the Tang family!" Baoqin was very proud: "My father has been protecting the young lady in his early years. When the young lady traveled to the capital to study, my father was the leader of the guard. I heard that he often blocked the young lady to death."

 “It’s from family background, right?”

“Hmph, anyway, I was raised by the young lady. He taught me to read and play the piano since I was a child. Just like my biological sisters, my uncle is not allowed to treat the young lady badly.”

"Okay, okay, I understand. What's good for Huoqin is good for her evening makeup." Zhao Changhe kissed the little girl's crackling mouth again.

 The hand that was playing the piano just now naturally turned into playing the piano.

 “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the sweets of hugging me thing. I asked you to kiss me but I didn't let you play me. What does the standard light, slow twisting, wiping and complex picking mean...

“Your Highness.” There was a sound of dry coughing from outside the door, and someone knocked on the door gently: “Your Majesty sent an order to let Your Highness and the girl Bao Qin come to the palace to have dinner together.”

Huo Qin was startled, and quickly pushed his uncle away and jumped to the ground. He panted for a long time before he realized what he was doing, and pointed at his nose in surprise: "Me? That monster... Your Majesty invited me to dinner?"

Zhao Changhe rubbed her head: "Let's go, my family, Chi Chi is really not as solitary as you think."     If Chi Chi hadn't indulged, I wouldn't have dared to pursue your young lady, let alone you La... Even though I can't help but be jealous sometimes, that's a real person.

 …

When entering the palace, Zhao Changhe held the hand holding the piano.

The little maid shrank a little and struggled to break free, so she had to follow Zhao Changhe with her head shrunk, looking around for fear of being laughed at.

 As a result, along the way, many people saw that they were indeed laughing, but it was my aunt who was laughing.

Baoqin is old enough, but she has never grown very tall. She usually looks like a little girl who has not grown up. In front of Zhao Changhe's nine-foot tall man, she even has small arms and legs. No matter how she looks, she is being held by a big brother. When the little sister comes out to play, no one can think about other things.

 Happy Qin was laughed at for no apparent reason. It felt like everyone was not laughing at me. What does that expression mean... Is there something wrong with my face?

She subconsciously reached out and touched her face, but she forgot that she still had the oil she had just tuned on her hand, and with one swipe, three streaks of flowers appeared.

So people smiled even wider.

Baoqin didn't understand, so he stopped hiding angrily. He simply took two steps faster and followed Zhao Changhe openly, holding his arm as he walked.

 Look at you smiling again.

As soon as she walked outside the palace gate, two figures, one red and one white, walked towards her. They both tilted their necks in sync to look at the way she was holding her uncle's arm.

Tang Dynasty late makeup, Yue Hongling.

Holding Qin, he felt like a little vixen who had been caught red-handed by a grown-up woman. His little face turned red all the way to his ears. He quickly threw away his arms and jumped back: "Little, Miss..."

As a result, the arm was thrown away, and the hand that was being held could not be let go. As soon as he jumped back, he was brought back, like an ornament.

In the late Tang Dynasty, Zhuangyue Hongling laughed out loud at the same time.

Tang Wanzhuang walked to the other side of Baoqin with a smile, took her other hand, and walked towards the palace shaking her hand: "Little cat, did you eat it secretly?"

 Hau Qin: “Huh?”

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "No. How is the research on the ring?"

Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said: "It's easier than expected. Originally, our thinking was still limited and we always wanted to make a ring. However, the ring is small. It is a bit too demanding to carve a space formation on such a small object. I couldn't do it in a hurry. Hong Ling said, why do you need a ring? The ring is for personal convenience. If you want to transport it, you can also make it into a small box... The problem was solved in an instant, and there was no requirement for material. As strict as the ring is, our foundation can be easily achieved.”

 Zhao Changhe gave Yue Hongling a thumbs up: "Be flexible!"

Yue Hongling smiled and shook her head: "Compared with some of your ideas, it's still far behind."

 “How long will it take for mass production?”

"Now Master Yuanxing is organizing the carving formation. As long as the mold is cast, mass production is not difficult. Well...it will take about three days to see the first batch of samples coming out. Let's see then. The ones from Sha Qi have also arrived. , we can arrange to use it in some areas today.”

Baoqin found that no one paid any attention to her secretly eating her uncle. While talking about it, he pulled her left and right into the palace gate, just like a couple bringing a child to a banquet.

 And this banquet... seems to be really a family banquet.

For some reason, an idea came to Baoqin's mind: If we want to divide the tables, how can it feel like His Majesty and Baoqin are sharing the same table?

 (End of this chapter)