Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 250: Can I have a drink?

Chapter 250 Can I have a drink?

Tang Wanzhuang’s home.

Holding the piano and standing guard outside the guest house, his face turned red with embarrassment.

What's the matter? I brought the man back to take a shower, then I took a cigarette and ran away. As a result, I ended up with the poor Bao Qin waiting here.

Fortunately, he had a look of disgust on his face and drove Baoqin out like a pig, otherwise, would he have to wait and shower inside?

No, you stinky bear, why do you dislike Bao Qin? At that time, you didn’t have to pay for the strings!

Tang Wanzhuang appeared in front of her: "Why are you standing here?"

Bao Qin murmured: "Didn't the lady ask me to serve you?"

Tang Wanzhuang pinched her head and said angrily: "I asked you to arrange for someone to fetch water. After that, go and do whatever you want. What are you thinking about? It's been almost an hour, and you think he is a pickle. How long did it take?”

Bao Qin: "...I can soak in it for that long."

“You’re just a pickle!” Tang Wanzhuang glanced at the door and lowered her voice expectantly: “You’ve been standing outside, have you heard the sound of the piano inside?”

"No." Baoqin educated: "Miss, that's just a stinky bear."

Tang Wanzhuang explained to him: "This is the ugly time, no one can play the piano at this time."

Bao Qin looked at her sideways and said nothing.

Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and knocked lightly on the door.

Zhao Changhe's voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Tang Wanzhuang pushed the door open and saw Zhao Changhe sitting in front of the window writing something in his clothes.

The sound of rain outside the window, the green light on the table.

The man puts on his clothes and holds a pen, lying in bed under the eucalyptus at night.

Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat unconsciously. She always felt that this scene seemed to be something she had seen in a dream, and it touched her heartstrings even more than the previous assumption that he was playing the piano.

It's a pity that instead of bringing a bowl of hot soup, I came to ask him when he was leaving.

"What are you writing?" She walked up slowly and looked quietly.

It is a secret book.

"The previous agreement with Sisi was that I would provide her with the secret books of the Sword Emperor on a long-term basis. The set last time did not have much content. It was only at the secret level and was unsustainable. I feel that they may not be enough. It's time for a new one." Zhao Changhe said as he wrote: "It's an agreement after all... I'm in such a hurry that I don't have a chance to write, but I remembered it when I saw the paper and pen when I got here."

Tang Wanzhuang blurted out subconsciously: "Because it's Sisi, what about a man?"

Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked at her strangely: "When I made the appointment with Han Wubing, I rushed thousands of miles to meet him, but he was not a woman. What does a man's promise have to do with this?"

Tang Wanzhuang realized that she had lost her composure and covered her emotions by lowering her head to read the words: "That's all. Well...did your set break through to the secret level?"

"No, it's just a different set. In addition to high-end products, quantity is also needed. After all, they are the same ethnic group."

"Hmm..." Tang Wanzhuang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was diverted from the subject and did not pursue the topic of men and women.

Zhao Changhe has no time to talk. He is rushing to finish the manuscript and is ready to leave. It would be bad to delay it until dawn.

Tang Wanzhuang stood aside and watched quietly, just like Gusu at that time, who habitually stretched out his hand to polish ink for him.

The lights flickered, but the house became quieter in the rain.

His handwriting is becoming more and more beautiful. Although he has not practiced it deliberately, the rough and arrogant edge has become more restrained, and the majesty and grandeur have become more prominent. But if you look closely between the lines, you can see that the edge is hidden, as if it can burst out of the paper at any time. .

The word is like the person, he is like this now.

I don’t know how long it took, but the voice of holding a piano came from outside the door: "Miss, Yang Yaowu and the others came to report just now, saying that they are all ready, and there are at least eighteen Zhao Changhe ready to go. Mr. Zhao's horse is also in the backyard, ready at any time You can go."

The quiet night was suddenly broken, Zhao Changhe stopped writing, and Tang Wanzhuang came to his senses.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

"Okay." Zhao Changhe handed over the manuscript: "It's time for me to say goodbye."

Tang Wanzhuang felt a little regretful and whispered: "Don't be so rash next time. After all, it's not the right time."

"Well. If I had your strength, I would upset the capital. All kinds of worries are really annoying." Zhao Changhe stood up, stretched, and suddenly smiled: "I'm here in the capital, and I'll spend one night there. I ran around a lot and didn’t know what I was doing... In the end, I found that it was most relaxing to be by your side, and I didn’t have to think about anything. ”

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips: "Aren't you still full of secrets?"

"Compared to others, it is no different from leisure." Zhao Changhe raised the knife leaning on the table: "But actually I don't really want to do this."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned: "Huh?"

Zhao Changhe turned around and went out: "What I hope next time is that I am here so that you don't have to think about anything."

Tang Wanzhuang looked steadily at his back without saying goodbye or speaking.

He has been doing this in an effort to save some people from coughing.

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As if by God's will, when Zhao Changhe rode away from Tang Wanzhuang's home, the heavy rain that had been pouring suddenly stopped, leaving only a light drizzle, as if to see each other off.

At the same time, the sound of horse hooves sounded loudly, and eighteen "Zhao Changhe" scattered out in all directions. Eighteen horses that looked similar at first glance, and eighteen swords that looked similar at first glance, left the four gates of the capital almost in no particular order. , and dispersed in all directions.

Tang Wanzhuang refrained from climbing up to watch him off. She was afraid that her gaze would expose the real Zhao Changhe.

Huangfu Qing stood high up with great interest, his eyes scanning the scattered "Zhao Changhe", as if testing whether he could recognize which one.

The final focus was on the figure coming out to the south, which was quite easy to recognize. In fact, where would she find so many horseshoes in the snow? Most of the horses' hooves were painted white, and it was impossible for all the faces to be disguised to look exactly like Zhao Changhe's. prepared.

This guy also deliberately walked south. In fact, you can go to Yanmen through the west gate or north gate. Going south requires a long circle. Huangfu Qing is used to this guy going around in a mess.

Watching the figure go away, Huangfu Qing sighed slightly.

This time when he was asked to go to Beijing, the whole situation completely deviated from expectations. The original plan was for him to sneak in quietly without anyone knowing except himself. After he had arranged the matters in the palace, he would visit his brother again, and then drag him to leave the capital again and go to the grassland together.

As a result, someone shouted at the city gate, causing a stir. He couldn't hide, and he didn't want to hide, so wherever he went it was like rushing to a place, in a hurry and unable to do anything. Leaving the capital at night like this, it was inconvenient for me to follow him. He had just come back and had a lot of unfinished business. He couldn't waste his time hiding in the palace.

Knowing that his choice was right and that it was right not to follow him again, Huangfu Qing still felt a little regretful.

I took him to Beijing by mistake. I shouldn't have come so early. Perhaps after putting on the pig face, Jianhu Yanyu laughed and played like a girl, and the relaxation and carefreeness of traveling north will never be seen again.

The figure left the city and was never seen again. Huangfu Qing took out the pig face mask and exerted slight force with her delicate hands, as if she wanted to crush it.

But the hand froze there after all, and he took it back into his arms after a while.

The confidants on the left and right whispered: "Your Majesty, a letter from the grassland."

"Huh?"

"Venerable Xuanwu said, I understand. If he goes to the grassland, the Venerable will contact him."

"That's okay." Huangfu Qing stretched out his delicate hand to catch the drizzle, and suddenly whispered: "He is not strong enough... Zhang Yang is so bold, but he is actually weak on the inside and cannot withstand the heavy rain. I don't know when he breaks through the entrance. , take a peek into the secret, and how will the weather be like when we go to the capital again?"

Zhao Changhe arrived ten miles south of the capital in the drizzle.

The sky is already slightly bright. There is a pavilion ten miles away, and there is a post next to the pavilion. Outside the post, there is a breakfast shop, and there are people in twos and threes drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.

Zhao Changhe dismounted and prepared to have some breakfast before leaving.

As soon as he walked into the breakfast shop, a skinny old man caught his eye.

He was drinking... This early in the morning, while others were drinking porridge, he was drinking, one sip of wine and a peanut, looking very happy.

His robes are splendid and his temperament is elegant. He looks like a scholar and high official... But a high official has no entourage and is alone, pouring and drinking by himself.

Zhao Changhe's gaze seemed to make the other party feel something. The old man turned to look at him and smiled slightly: "Little brother, this wine gourd is good...it seems that we are friends. In the autumn season, the heavy rain has just stopped. It’s dawn in the pavilion, can I have a drink?”