Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 882: Master and Servant

Chapter 882 Master and Servant

Everyone in Longque Galaxy was happy, and each got the answer they wanted. Zhao Changhe had a dragon bird on his waist and Xinghe in his hand, and went back to drink in a happy mood.

Ling Ruoyu secretly glanced at the way he was holding her hand, lowering her head all the way, feeling strange.

Neither of them thinks of men and women. Zhao Changhe felt that whether it was a father or a master, it was normal and affectionate to hold the child's hand, but Ling Ruoyu always thought that this was called holding the galaxy.

Nowadays, girls are always wondering what it would be like if he fought with his own hands, whether he grabbed both of his ankles and hit people with his head... There seems to be this similar weapon in the world, called the one-legged copper people.

If there is such a scene, how should you position your hands? Should you hold your head, keep them close to your legs, or spread them out to fly?

Ling Ruoyu covered his head... How could he consider such a thing? It's really broken.

As he followed Zhao Changhe back to the Hou Mansion in a daze, he bumped into Tang Buqi who was going to relieve himself in the backyard of the banquet hall. Tang Buqi drank some wine and grinned when he saw Zhao Changhe: "You're not dead?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Ling Ruoyu took out his hand without leaving a trace and bowed politely: "Senior."

"What senior?" Zhao Changhe said: "This is your brother."

Tang Buqi: "..."

Ling Ruoyu looked at Old Tang, whose beard and hair were all white, and couldn't say that "Brother". In fact, Xinghe and Tang Buqi were not very familiar with each other. Tang Buqi didn't seem to exist in Xinghe's memory of that year. Now Ling Ruoyu only knew that Wu Hou scolded the master for not lifting his head even after being kicked by a donkey.

Zhao Changhe also remembered it and sneered: "Who do you think won't do it?"

Tang Buqi said leisurely: "Isn't it true? None of our old friends has a son or a half. Even Situ Xiao, who claimed to have no interest in women, later married a wife and had children. Except for the sick Han Wubing, There is only one person left who has not had a job in thirty years... No wonder, that person never goes to have fun with us, so that's what happened to my poor aunt..."

Zhao Changhe suppressed his blush.

I want to say that it is Ling Ruoyu, but I also know that the nature is different. If he really comes out to speak out, he will be humiliated. Tang Buqi is probably waiting.

But Ling Ruoyu raised his hand weakly: "I heard from Master that His Majesty had it back then..."

Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up, Chi Chi really? If so, then I would be the earliest among my friends, the kind who can make people shine and blacken you in the circle of friends.

Tang Buqi said with a **** face: "Your family's swordsman heritage is really different."

Damn it, this is the number one secret of the government and the public, even a fledgling girl knows it... This time, the situation was not restored, and she was shown off. Tang Buqi suffocated and went to the toilet. .

The injury from the fake Xinghe Lingchi still hurts.

Xinghe once again helped his master win a big victory, and the two of them entered the banquet hall with their heads held high.

I entered the side hall, and instead of joining the birthday guests outside, the tables were all in my own backyard. Except for Chichi on the throne and Sisi who was far away in Miao territory, everyone else was there. Seeing Ling Ruoyu follow Zhao Changhe in step by step, everyone also knew their choice, not to return to the Sword Spirit, but to become a little apprentice.

This choice did not surprise everyone, and Yue Hongling knew it would be the case. She waved with a smile: "Yu'er, sit here with master."

Ling Ruoyu glanced around, still feeling strange. When I was Xinghe, I had fought side by side with them, so there was no need to be respectful to them, but when I was Ling Ruoyu, did I have to bow down one by one to show respect to my juniors...

Master said that you should be polite and respect your seniors.

She hesitated for a second, then bowed honestly: "Hello, aunts."

A group of women blinked at the same time and subconsciously dug into their pockets to find the gift.

How strange, look at this polite little white flower...According to everyone's understanding of Xinghe, you haven't seen anything about us. It's crazy that you really respect us as elders, not to mention the nature of Xinghe It's also a rough-hewn demon sword that pokes people in the eye, and Ye Wuming is not a good thing.

I don’t know if she really changed her temper and became a cute girl, or if another black lotus disguised as a white lotus bloomed in front of everyone, and she had to be given a warm welcome gift.

Only Zhao Changhe couldn't see the Jiujiu in everyone's heart. They all gave meeting gifts with aunty smiles on their faces. One person gave him a jade pendant and another person gave him a bead. It felt like this kid had changed from the protagonist of a Jianghu novel to a group favorite. Like the protagonist of the article...

"Hello, Aunt Baoqin." The gift was received in front of Baoqin.

Master Changshi looked at the little white flower in front of him, his face a little red. Just yesterday, he was still pretending in front of her and "fighting for a man with Sunset Excalibur". I felt that the society was very dead. It seemed that I had to bleed a lot if I didn't want to be publicized and ridiculed. Baoqin knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, took out a large stack of banknotes, and stuffed them into the little girl's arms with a smile: "You still need to bring some money with you when traveling around the world, don't be too young..."

Ling Ruoyu sat down next to his master with tens of thousands of taels in his arms and sat down obediently.

My heart is bleeding when I hold Qin, it is the dowry that I have been saving for a long time.

Yue Hongling knew a lot about it. She watched with a smile as her apprentice took the things from the hands of his love rivals, and said with a refreshed smile: "Now that the big deal is settled, does Changhe have any new arrangements?"

When he is not around, you can just say that the world will not change without you, and everyone can make their own arrangements. Once he was here, he immediately became the backbone, and even Ye Jiuyou looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

Actually, Zhao Changhe didn't want to make any plans at this time. He just wanted to spend some time with everyone, so he said: "There's no rush. The imperial court will first clear away the remnants of Heavenly Dao in the realm, and let Sisi use what she has. How to determine the position of Heavenly Dao? I also want to see if I can re-forge Longque... There is quite a lot of preparation work, let’s talk about the next step.”

These are all nonsense that he would naturally do without telling him. The so-called Dragon Bird reforging is not something that everyone can help with. Everyone knew what he was thinking as soon as they heard it, and they all smiled and sipped their wine without saying anything.

You want to accompany us, but we won’t let you? Who is first and who is the dog? Who dares to show that he misses you in front of so many people.

Even if my heart is full of passion and I want to tell him goodbye, I still have to keep it straight on my face and say you should go to hell.

Ye Jiuyou was the first to stretch and leave the table: "You guys eat slowly, I went to practice, and I feel like vomiting when I see someone."

"You still want to vomit?" Piaomiao said angrily: "Who hid him from others for so long?"

Ye Jiuyou said leisurely: "Can't you vomit after watching it for thirty years? A corpse puppet that has no response at all. Whoever wants to see it can look at it."

"Whoever sees is a dog." Huangfu responded: "Since there are no arrangements, I am going back."

Someone took the lead, and everyone jumped up, turned around, and walked away. Yue Hongling also took Ling Ruoyu, who had just sat down, and left directly.

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

I haven’t eaten yet...

Aren’t you all here just to see him? So what are you doing by saying you are embarrassed when you see him? A bunch of old aunties are still so awkward.

"Master..." Outside the house, Ling Ruoyu whispered: "Do you want to deliberately suffocate him to death? Let him beg you?"

Yue Hongling kept her eyes straight: "What else? We don't want to lose face?"

"That's wrong, Master." Ling Ruoyu paused: "He is not hungry at all. He has spent the past two days with Master Chang Shi, which is a long time."

Yue Hongling: "?"

It's over. I'm afraid that the consensus of our alliance will be destroyed in the hands of this stinky maid. Baoqin was not considered his person back then, but this time he was simply considered his new recruit. What does it have to do with other people's agreements? I'm not afraid of being laughed at as a dog.

Ling Ruoyu is saying: "If you all ignore him, the worst he can do is find Mr. Chang Shi. At that time, you will be watching them and me, and you don't know whether you are suppressing him or yourself. ..."

Yue Hongling took a deep breath, took out a booklet and handed it to her apprentice: "For meritorious service, I will reward you for the latest sword skills that I have learned over the years. I have studied hard these days."

Ling Ruoyu took the booklet with a smile: "Thank you, Master."

Different from other sword spirits, they generally come with their master's complete sword skills. Xinghe does not have a complete routine, because Zhao Changhe is not a swordsman, does not have a complete inheritance of swordsmanship, and has no swordsmanship at all. If there is, it is also the inherent meaning of the night sky in the galaxy. Therefore, even if Ling Ruoyu awakens Xinghe's memory, her master's guidance is still of great value to her.

The master's figure flashed and disappeared, obviously he had gone to catch the rapist.

Ling Ruoyu put away the booklet and returned to the side hall leisurely. Sure enough, Zhao Changhe was no longer here. The little girl sat back down and ate at the table of food to herself.

They say Xinghe is stupid, but I think you are the stupidest.

While the master and apprentice were whispering, Zhao Changhe was running into obstacles everywhere.

Ye Jiuyou: "Go find your nameless Ye. I'm not familiar with you."

Piaomiao: "We agreed to wait until you conquer Ye Wuming before you can touch me. Don't go back on your word."

Yuan Sanniang: "Who are you?"

Huangfu Qing: "Where did you come from, you stinky pig, get out of here."

Tang Wanzhuang: "...I'm here, I'll make you laugh, so I'd better stop."

Tang Buqi: "Your private courtyard? Why should we arrange a private courtyard for you? Who should sleep there? Oh, so you were kicked out by them. Hahahahaha, you also have today! Steward! I have ordered you not to give This guest arranges the house. What? He is King Zhao? Who told you that he is King Zhao? Does King Zhao have a scar on his face? Are you blind? Come and get rid of this person who pretends to be King Zhao!"

When the dignified King Zhao arrived at Wuhou Mansion, he didn’t even have his own independent guest house, so he was driven out by Wuhou like a dog.

Zhao Changhe stands alone in the atrium, looking at the sky speechlessly.

Bao Qin’s head popped out from the side: “Master, here, here.”

Zhao Changhe trotted over, held Qin's hand and quietly slipped into Tang Wanzhuang's waterside pavilion.

"Did you ask her to do the evening makeup? She's not afraid of being laughed at?"

"It's because I live here too." Baoqin dragged Zhao Changhe into the small house next to the waterside pavilion: "This is where Baoqin lived before. Why does the young master need to arrange accommodation for us?"

Although the house was small, it finally had a place to stay. Zhao Changhe sat on the edge of the small bed and sighed: "When will this day end..."

Baoqin smiled and said: "We had a fight today, are you sweating? Do you want Baoqin to help you wash it again?"

Go ahead, the more you want to save face, the more money you will make by holding Qin. What does your dog's agreement have to do with me? I'm a newcomer, hehe.

Seeing that Zhao Changhe still looked a little distressed, he held Qin and sat in his arms, biting his ear and said: "It's very simple for me to solve this problem..."

"Huh?" Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "I feel that they are all very angry... Some of them are not so angry, and they can't let go for the sake of face. I feel that this matter is very difficult to handle."

"What's the problem?" Baoqin whispered: "I just doted on Baoqin in front of them, and within two days they couldn't stand it anymore..."

It is indeed the standard answer.

In fact, Zhao Changhe knows that no matter who he goes to, he can break the situation by being shameless. The most difficult part in this matter is not whether he can put down his face, but who he goes to. No matter who you go to coax, the other person will only get angry. Haven't you been leaving someone alone for thirty years, and you just go to coax her? I am not as good as her in your heart, right?

So no one can go.

On the contrary, only here in Baoqin, there is no question of who to coax. Of course, it can only be done here, and no one has anything to say.

"Okay..." Baoqin kissed the man's neck gently and whispered: "Even if I don't solve their problems... Baoqin still hopes that I will pamper you more..."

Zhao Changhe hugged him, lowered his head and kissed her.

Not long after, under the stars and moon, the faint and unsuppressed low voice of Baoqin could be heard from the cabin next to the waterside pavilion. In the waterside pavilion, Tang Wanzhuang was nestled on the bed, hugging the thin quilt, turning around, so angry that she almost relapsed.

The stinky girl stole my man right in front of her without even lowering her voice.

If I had known, I would have sneaked away before anyone else came in the afternoon... Everyone was there until the evening, and I couldn't bear to lose face and refused him. What now?

Others can't hear what's going on here unless they deliberately open their consciousness. I'm so close and can hear it even if I cover my ears. It's simply torture.

Damn girl, just wait for me!

Hey... you are such a good girl, are you begging for mercy? Tang Wanzhuang raised her ears.

"Master..." Baoqin was panting: "Isn't Baoqin very useless..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

Baking Qin and acting coquettishly: "Actually, holding Qin is not that useless, mainly because this bed is a bit small... Should we change places?"

Zhao Changhe asked: "Where?"

"The bed next to the waterside pavilion is very fragrant and soft..." Baoqin said: "Anyway, the young lady can't be intimate with my uncle for fear of being laughed at, but it's not that I can't borrow the bed. The young lady is very nice to me. Okay, I won’t be so stingy.”

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

"Can it be done?"

"Maybe the lady is asleep, let's go secretly..."

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes flashed. Zhao Changhe had already appeared beside Baoqin, with two white bodies entwining and kissing beside him.

Tang Wanzhuang was angry and funny, knowing that Baoqin was deliberately creating opportunities for the young lady, and Zhao Changhe was also doing it on purpose. For Prime Minister Tang, who still wanted to eat secretly in the afternoon, of course he was not angry at all, but why was he not itching in his heart?

It might be embarrassing for others, but this is Baoqin.

Serving him with Baoqin is not only deeply ingrained in Baoqin's heart, but also a fact that Tang Wanzhuang has long recognized. There is no sense of violation at all.

Tang Wanzhuang maintained her last dignity and did not kick the adulterer and adulteress out of bed. She pretended to be sleeping along the steps passed by Qin and turned around without looking inward. This was her last resistance.

The voice coming from beside me was so seductive that it made my heart feel numb. Tang Wanzhuang gritted her teeth. She really didn't expect that the pretty little maid she had seen growing up could behave like this in bed.

By the way, who disliked that big bear who could break the strings when playing the piano, and refused to let herself be friends with him?

Their movements became wider and wider, and their hands had already rubbed against their backs, which were deliberately facing backwards, and then touched their buttocks.

Tang Wanzhuang tensed her body and gritted her teeth to pretend to be dead.

"Miss...save, save me..." came the maid's murmur: "I can't survive..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

The movements behind him became more and more unscrupulous. Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat. The guy actually put the piano on her body...

How can I pretend to sleep like this?

Bearing down with Qin in her arms, Rulan's breath was right next to the ear where the young lady was lying on her side. Tang Wanzhuang finally couldn't help but gasp a little.

Lying on your side like this will make holding Qin very uncomfortable... Tang Wanzhuang thought drowsily and slowly lay straight.

The little maid was pressed directly against him, and the master and servant looked at each other for a few breaths in confusion, their faces flushed. Baoqin bit her lower lip and whispered with some difficulty: "Miss... don't look..."

The next moment it collapsed into a pile and opened weakly.

The one covering him turned into Zhao Changhe.

"I..." Tang Wanzhuang avoided Zhao Changhe's kiss, tilted her head and said, "I did it to save Baoqin, not to be nice to you."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked.

Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and responded obediently, highlighting that her body was far less tough than her mouth. The little maid rested nearby for a moment, then managed to stand up and stretched out her hand to untie the young lady's clothes.

Feeling the movement of holding the piano, Tang Wanzhuang felt a little dazed.

This strange and embarrassing scene seems to have happened a long time ago. Perhaps it should have happened thirty years ago and in countless dreams.

(End of this chapter)