The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 94 Tang evening makeup

   Fortunately, entering the door is not the gate of the brothel, otherwise someone will see him go back and say to Xia Chichi, "Zhao Changhe entered the brothel", Zhao Changhe really doesn't know how he will die.

   Entering through the back door, you can't see the appearance of a brothel. Behind is a small bamboo grove, with a corner of the bamboo building exposed in the forest, which is fragrant and pleasant, secluded and quiet. Occasionally, there is the sound of insects and birds, which should be echoed with the sound of a zither in the bamboo building. It is obvious that he is a high-ranking official, but the taste of living in a secluded valley is overflowing.

  The bamboo grove was full of well-dressed men hidden everywhere, and when they saw Zhao Changhe entering, they all stared at each other.

  Zhao Changhe walked upstairs without looking at it.

  The footsteps stepped on the floor, and the moment they reached the door, the piano sound stopped.

  Zhao Changhe stood outside the door and looked at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people that Zhao Changhe knew didn't like to use servants when entertaining guests. At that time, Cui Wenjing was waiting for him in the pavilion alone, and now Tang Wanzhuang was sitting alone in the bamboo building.

  At this time, she is no longer the thick sable fur that she first saw. She is dressed in plain clothes and long skirts, with long hair hanging down her waist, and she looks elegant. It's just that his complexion is still pale, and there is still a sad look between his brows. I don't know if it's because he's not recovering from his illness or he's preoccupied, but looking at it makes him even more temperamental.

  Tang Wanzhuang paused with her slender hands, and turned to see Zhao Changhe standing at the door, smiling slightly: "Please come in."

  This smile is like a weak plum blossoming in the snow, so the spring breeze is warm and flowers bloom everywhere.

Zhao Changhe thought that the straight man of steel couldn't help his heart skip a beat, secretly thinking that this woman is really beautiful, so beautiful that people can't associate her with the position of the chief of Zhenmagic, and the sick and fairy beauty is even more unimaginable It was the strength that stood in front of Venerable Suzaku at that time and made him extremely afraid.

  However, that was what I saw with my own eyes. What I was afraid of at the time was that she would kill herself, a "rebel from the Lord", with a single sword.

   Seeing you again half a day ago is like a lifetime away.

  Zhao Changhe entered the door, and Tang Wanzhuang also moved to the side of the coffee table, making tea with bare hands.

  Zhao Changhe sat quietly opposite, with the fragrance of tea wafting and the water mist steaming. Tang Wanzhuang's appearance on the opposite side became more ethereal in the fog, like a fairy in the clouds, elusive.

  Zhao Changhe wanted to say a lot, but he couldn’t say it. He was full of poetry and picturesque, but he was uneducated and couldn’t think of a poem, leaving only silence. It seems that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the smell of the rivers and lakes will be quieted down, so the river's surge gradually subsides and flows eastward quietly in the sunset.

   Tang Wanzhuang was also looking at him. The youthful but unruly young man at that time is now sitting in front of him with a long knife in his hand, the unruliness is still there, the youthfulness has faded, and he is as powerful as a tiger.

  She brought the teacup and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, why didn't you say anything? Could it be that you are blaming Wanzhuang for being wanted?"

  Zhao Changhe gave a "tsk" sound: "A person like you...in such an atmosphere, people don't want to speak loudly."

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "It's a gangster, he only says that this girl is pretty, wash it up and wait, so why is the atmosphere inconvenient and loud?"

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

   "Mr. Zhao has read books, so he feels the artistic conception of bamboo forests, sunset rivers." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe there are poems in my stomach, but I just don't want to talk about them."

  Zhao Changhe simply said: "In fact, there are poems... But if you say it, it may not be much different from washing it clean and waiting."

  Tang Wanzhuang didn't think it was disobedient, but asked a little curiously: "I would like to hear more about it."

"If I say that and dare not speak loudly for fear of scaring the heavens, will you feel that I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said angrily, "But I am also very annoyed, because it seems that I really felt this way just now. It can only be said that being pretty is really cheating, I was a little angry at you, but I couldn't express it, but I was a little weak, 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 by a hammer?"

  Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said nothing.

  There are in the classics, and you can really recite poems from the vast sea of ​​books, which are two different things; after reciting poems, you can use them in your own mood, which is another thing.

  This "scholar" aura is fully revealed in just one sentence, and no amount of quackery can be concealed. If you read urgently after you are an adult, it is more difficult to develop such a breath in half a year than to practice martial arts in half a year to reach Qianlong eighty-eight.

  He was really born in Zhaocuo in the countryside?

  She thought for a while, and just said: "Then why do you dare to speak now, and speak more and more bluntly?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Since the chatterbox is opened, the artistic conception will be broken, so it doesn't matter. So I suggest that in the future, it is best for you to pretend to be a dumb person and sit there playing the piano. If you are a red bird or a white tiger, you may turn your head and leave... oh , No, they are all women, so they might not like you, and it is even more likely that they want to tear your face off."

   Speaking of this, I feel sorry for him, now that Baihu is late, if he knows that he has come to meet such a beautiful woman in private, the possibility of tearing her up, or tearing himself up is really high.

   This woman is so **** beautiful, Zhao Changhe wondered if there was a list of the most beautiful women in the Book of Chaos, would this girl be number one on the list! It's a pity that the book of troubled times is not really a book made for troubled times, it's just a page of heavenly book recording martial arts in the world, if anyone really intends to make troubled times, it feels like making a list of stunning beauty will make it even more chaotic.

  Thinking flashed, Tang Wanzhuang was saying: "So Mr. Zhao is really angry with Wanzhuang, because of the arrest warrant."

"That's not true. I was mentally prepared for the arrest warrant at the time. Killing people in front of the head of the court, and not being wanted is called a ghost. This is the path I chose. What's the point of blaming you? Would you like to I should say thank you for revoking this wanted arrest. By the way, you did a good job of drawing me."

   Tang Wanzhuang smiled even more intensely, looking at Zhao Changhe's appearance was quite interesting.

Zhao Changhe finally picked up his teacup and took a sip, then smacked his lips as if being scalded: "I just don't want to be like a **** on a chessboard, and there are people in the sky looking down on it, throwing a new **** from time to time. Watching the changes of the chessboard is like watching a series of interesting monkey games. You are the same, and there is another person who is like this. She is more than you, so all my grievances are with her, and I am a little bit angry with you, so He often speaks badly, but he can’t really say that he hates anything.”

  Tang Wanzhuang didn't bother to ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observation behavior, but just raised her glass to each other: "Since that's the case, Wanzhuang ask Mr. Zhao to accompany you."

  Zhao Changhe was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger, so he raised his hand and clinked his glasses sullenly: "I said a few times of nonsense to you, and I also apologize to you, don't care about me, a vulgar person."

  Before meeting, I felt that I didn’t know how to die, but it’s actually that simple. When the other party is magnanimous and ambitious, she won't entangle you with those little hilarious words like an ordinary village girl, and it's her who apologizes first. The man who is soft but not tough naturally apologizes on his own initiative, so it's over.

  The two cups collided, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", which seemed to announce the end of the grievances between the two, and the future was to be said after that.

  Tang Wanzhuang drank all the tea in the cup, and when she put down the teacup, she suddenly bent over, covered her mouth and coughed violently.

   Poor Zhao Changhe, Tie Zhinan, has never seen this kind of battle, and he was at a loss for staying there with a cup. Isn't it true that a master like you choked like this after drinking tea? No... It's because she has internal injuries! what to do?

   It’s obviously inappropriate to go up and take a picture, so what should I do? What are you doing?

He thought for a long time before he remembered that he still had some wound medicine from Cui's house in his pocket, including those for internal injuries, and he didn't know if it was suitable, so he took out one and handed it over: "Here, it's still very useful to heal internal injuries." Yes, I was kicked in my dantian before, and it was fine after taking a pill..."

  Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, took a few breaths softly, waved his hands lightly and said in a low voice, "It's useless... I was in a hurry to break through and hurt my lung meridian. Your Majesty has nothing to do..."

"Fuck, this is the number one on the list?" Zhao Changhe blurted out and scolded: "Why do I sometimes think he's awesome, and sometimes I think he's just a fool! And you, you are a lady who looks so calm, Why is there any need to rush to break through, Daxia will die without you at that level?"

  Tang Wanzhuang looked at his violent appearance with a strange expression, and said in a low voice, "Don't be disrespectful to Your Majesty."

   "I am a bandit, he is the one who is disrespectful, bite me?"

"…especially you."

  Zhao Changhe choked up for a moment, and simply said: "I am 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: I wish everyone a happy Lantern Festival~

  Today is also my birthday, and it is my fortieth birthday. I won’t add more in the evening, just have a good birthday with my family and add Lantern Festival, everyone Haihan. Add it tomorrow.

  Well, please ask for a monthly pass.

  (end of this chapter)