Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 94: Tang Dynasty makeup

Chapter 94 Tang Wanzhuang

Fortunately, he didn't enter through the brothel gate. Otherwise, if someone saw him, he went back and said to Xia Chichi, "Zhao Changhe entered the brothel." Zhao Changhe really didn't know how he would die.

Going in through the back door, you can’t see the appearance of a brothel. Behind is a small bamboo forest, with a corner of the bamboo building exposed in the forest. It is fragrant, quiet and quiet. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds could be heard, echoing the sound of a piano in the bamboo tower. He was obviously a member of the imperial court, but the feeling of living in seclusion in the empty valley was overflowing.

There were tall men in well-dressed clothes hidden everywhere in the bamboo forest. When they saw Zhao Changhe entering, they all looked at him with eager eyes.

Zhao Changhe walked upstairs without even looking.

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

Zhao Changhe stood outside the door and looked at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people Zhao Changhe knew did not like to use servants to entertain guests. At that time, Cui Wenzi was waiting for him alone in the pavilion. Now Tang Wanzhuang is sitting alone in the bamboo tower.

At this time, she was no longer as thick as the first sight. She was wearing a plain dress and a long skirt, with long hair hanging down her waist, and an elegant appearance. But his face is still pale, and his eyebrows are still worried. I don't know if he is still ill or is worried, but looking at him makes him more temperamental.

Tang Wanzhuang stopped the string with her delicate hands, turned around and saw Zhao Changhe standing at the door, smiled slightly: "Please come in."

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

Zhao Changhe, who thought he was a straight man, could not help but feel his heart skip a beat. He secretly thought that this woman was really beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to associate her with a position like the head of the Demon Suppression Division. Her sickly and immortal appearance was even more It is impossible to imagine the power that stood in front of Venerable Suzaku at that time and made him extremely fearful.

However, that was what she saw with her own eyes. What she was afraid of at that time was that she would kill him, the "disciple who betrayed the Lord" with one sword.

Seeing you again after half a year feels like a lifetime ago.

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

Zhao Changhe sat quietly across from him, with the fragrance of tea and birds, and the steaming mist. The appearance of Tang Wanzhuang opposite was even more misty in the mist, like a fairy in the clouds, elusive.

Zhao Changhe had a lot to say, but couldn't say it. He was full of poetry and painting, but he was uneducated and couldn't think of a poem, so he was just silent. It seems that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes is, it will calm down, so the waves of the rivers gradually subside and flow quietly eastward in the sunset.

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

She put on the tea cup and said with a smile: "Why don't Mr. Zhao say something? Is it possible that he was wanted for blaming Wanzhuang in the first place?"

Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue: "People like you... in such an atmosphere, people don't want to speak loudly."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "You are really a gangster. He will only say that this girl is good-looking. Please wash it off and wait. How can the atmosphere and artistic conception be inconvenient and loud?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Mr. Zhao has read books, so he feels the artistic conception of the bamboo forest and the sunset on the river." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe there is still poetry in my stomach, but I just refuse to say it."

Zhao Changhe said simply: "Actually, there are poems...but speaking it out, maybe it's not much different from cleaning it up and waiting."

Tang Wanzhuang did not feel dissatisfied, but asked curiously: "I would like to hear the details."

"If I say that I dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens, will you think that I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said angrily: "But I am also very annoyed, because it seemed like this just now This feeling. I can only say that being beautiful is really cheating. I was a little angry with you, but I couldn’t express it, but I felt a little weak. I was really angry.”

Tang Wanzhuang ignored the following words and repeated the poem in a low voice, with some surprise in her eyes.

Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "Isn't this sentence in the classics? Are you surprised?"

Tang Wanzhuang smiled but said nothing.

It's two different things if it's in the classics, and it's another thing if you can actually recite the poems from the vast number of classics; it's another thing if you can recite the poems and use them in your own mood.

This person's "scholarly" aura can be fully revealed in just one sentence, and no amount of gangsterism can be concealed. If you study urgently after adulthood, developing such an aura in half a year is more difficult than practicing martial arts to reach Qianlong 88 in half a year.

He was really born in Zhaocuo in the countryside?

She thought for a while and just said: "Then why do you dare to say it now, and the more you say it, the more straightforward you are?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Now that the conversation is open, the artistic conception has been broken, so it doesn't matter. So I suggest you pretend to be mute and sit there and play the piano. The Vermillion Bird and the White Tiger may turn their heads when they see you. Let's go...oh, no, they are all women, they may not like you, and they are more likely to want to tear your face off."

Speaking of this, Bai Hu feels sad. Now Bai Hu is slow. If he knew that he was meeting such a beautiful woman in private, the possibility of tearing her to pieces is really high, or tearing himself apart.

This woman is so **** beautiful, Zhao Changhe wonders if there was a list of stunning beauties in the Book of Troubled Times, this girl would be number one! It's a pity that the Book of Troubled Times is not really a book for troubled times. It is just a page of the Book of Heaven recording martial arts in the world. If anyone really intends to bring troubled times, I feel that creating a stunning ranking will be even more chaotic.

As his mind flashed, Tang Wanzhuang was saying: "So Mr. Zhao is indeed angry with Wanzhuang because of the wanted order."

"That's not true. I was mentally prepared when I was wanted. I killed someone in front of the head of the imperial court. I would be damned if I wasn't wanted. This is the path I chose. Why do you blame me? ? If you are willing to cancel this arrest, I should say thank you. You did a good job on me."

The smile in Tang Wanzhuang's eyes became even stronger, and she found Zhao Changhe's appearance quite interesting.

As Zhao Changhe said, he finally picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then smacked his lips as if it was being burned: "I just don't want to be like a piece on a chessboard, with someone in heaven looking down from above, dropping a new piece from time to time." Son, watching the changes on the chessboard is like watching a funny monkey show. You are like this, and there is another person who is like this. It seems that she is much more exaggerated than you, so my resentment is all about her and I am angry at you. A little bit, so I often say something rude, but I can’t really say what I hate.”

Tang Wanzhuang did not ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observation. She just raised a toast to Yingying and said: "In that case, Wanzhuang is asking Mr. Zhao to accompany me."

Zhao Changhe was so angry that he couldn't express it. He raised his hand to clink glasses dullly: "I have said nonsense to you several times, and I also apologize to you. Don't argue with a rough guy like me."

Before we met, I thought I didn’t know how to die, but it’s actually that simple. When the other person has his or her magnanimity and lofty ambitions, she will not bother you with some flattering words like an ordinary village girl. Instead, she will be the first to apologize. Naturally, the man who took the easy way out of the situation took the initiative to apologize in return, and ended the matter.

The two cups collided and made a crisp "ding" sound, which seemed to announce that the grudge between the two people was over, and what was to be said after that was the future.

Tang Wanzhuang drank the tea in the cup, and when she put down the cup, she suddenly bent over, covered her mouth and coughed violently. The indifferent temperament she had just now collapsed instantly, and she was so sick that she seemed to collapse at the wind.

Poor Zhao Changhe, Tie Zhinan, had never seen such a battle before. He was so helpless just standing there with a cup. Isn't it true that a master like you chokes like this on drinking tea? No...it's because she has internal injuries that are not healing! what to do?

It's obviously inappropriate to go up and take a picture, so what should I do? Just watching?

After thinking for a long time, he remembered that he still had some wound medicine brought from the Cui family in his pocket, including for internal injuries. He didn't know if it was suitable, so he took out one and handed it over: "This, is it for healing internal injuries? It's very useful. I was kicked in the pubic area before, so I took one and it was fine..."

Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, took a few breaths softly, waved her hands gently and whispered: "It's useless... I was in a hurry when I broke through and injured the lung meridian. There is nothing your Majesty can do..."

"Fuck, is this the number one on the list?" Zhao Changhe blurted out: "Why do I sometimes think he is awesome, and sometimes I think he is just a fool! And you, you are a lady looking at me You are extremely calm, why is there any need to rush for a breakthrough? Daxia will die if you don't reach that level."

Tang Wanzhuang looked at his violent appearance with a strange expression, and whispered: "You must not be disrespectful to His Majesty."

"I'm just a bandit. He's the one who's disrespectful. Why don't you bite me?"

"...especially you."

Zhao Changhe choked up and said simply: "I'm 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: Happy Lantern Festival to everyone~

Today is also my birthday, and it’s my 40th birthday. There will be no more updates in the evening. I want to have a good birthday and Lantern Festival with my family, everyone. More tomorrow.

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