book of troubled times

Chapter 141

The dinner was very simple, it was in Tang Buqi's water pavilion, and there was no "good place" to go to.

But Zhao Changhe thinks this is the best place.

This guy alone has a big courtyard, the house is built on the water, the wooden bridge is winding, clean and elegant.The water flows everywhere, and there are faint bursts of silk and bamboo. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Huan Shi Shui Pavilion and listening to the Perfume Pavilion in his dream had already appeared in front of his eyes.

Riding a donkey to find a donkey, and asking if there is Gusu Murong, it turns out that you are Yanziwu.

The little servant girl took him to the place, and gave him a little courtesy: "The servant girl will leave."

"Hey!" Zhao Changhe took his eyes back from looking at the scenery, and greeted her with a smile: "Your young master, please eat, don't you want to accompany me?"

The servant girl waved her hand and retreated: "There is a division of labor in the clan, so don't mess it up. I'm not here to serve the young master."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm a handyman in a guest house..."

"That's to greet the guests, right, so you go and show me the way?"

"Yeah... Uh, not all of it. I'm just cleaning the guest house. I'm not in charge of greeting the guests. There was no one there just now, so I wanted to be lazy..."

Zhao Changhe was very funny, and was about to tease him again, when he saw Tang Buqi poking his head out from above the water pavilion: "Who are you talking to? Tsk... are you fucking molesting my maid?"

Zhao Changhe responded: "Why did you flirt with the little girl after a few words? Do you treat everyone like you?"

"All right, all right. Who is there?" Tang Buqi pointed to the maid, but he seemed to be unable to remember the name, and he didn't struggle after a moment. There were too many maids and maids in the house, and he really couldn't recognize the one in the guest house. .Then he said directly: "You are in the guest house, right? Anyway, it can be regarded as your job, so you can also come up to eat together and serve Mr. Zhao."

After speaking, he put his head back.

Maid: "..."

"Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost didn't laugh out loud, and asked, "Hey, we are already familiar, what's your name?"

The servant girl held back for a while before saying, "Sisi."

Zhao Changhe smiled without saying a word.

This is not like the Tang family style at all. Look at the name of the maid next to Tang Wanzhuang, who is holding the piano or listening to the piano... Anyway, the style should be of this type. What kind of uneducated name do you have?
He didn't expose it, and took "Sisi" up to the water pavilion with a smile.

There is a small round table in the hall, and there are many maids and musicians playing the qin and the zither, playing soft and soothing music, and the landlord Xiaozi is doing Pilaman.

But Tang Buqi didn't hug the maid to eat grapes anymore, he sat alone by the window and poured himself a drink, as if he had something on his mind.Seeing Zhao Changhe come in, he gestured casually: "Sit down, there is no one else, just the two of us have something to eat."

"..." The eldest nephew has become two brothers, and I'm not used to it.

But Zhao Changhe also knew that the so-called eldest nephew was always talking about himself, and Tang Buqi didn't think so, so he sat across from him despite not being used to it, and asked curiously, "Have you been scolded?"

"No." Tang Buqi said: "My father praised me very well, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I knew that I didn't do much, but I was the first to attack Bailian Temple. If it’s a line, it should be praised.”

"There are also things that I think should be praised..." Zhao Changhe couldn't laugh or cry: "Then since you have been praised, why do you have such a pensive expression?"

"What's the use of boasting a few words at home, if you really live at home all your life?"

Zhao Changhe froze for a moment.

"You and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong. He didn't dare to trouble you, didn't dare to mess with Wan Dongliu, and came to punish me. My Tang family is obviously bigger than you and the Cao Gang combined, but in his eyes I am the soft persimmon." Tang Buqi said in a low voice: "You scolded me for sucking my aunt's blood, and I felt very uncomfortable all the way. I wanted to refute you a few words, but I still couldn't refute anything... Others respect me, Because I am the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, not because of the ancestors who have been dead for who knows how long."

Zhao Changhe stopped talking, poured a glass of wine and drank slowly.

Tang Buqi whispered: "I also know that for the so-called going out to practice, I shouldn't bring a maid, I shouldn't have a motorcade, I shouldn't live in Uncle Wu's house, and I shouldn't even settle in Yangzhou...it should be Like you, one person, one sword, leave Jiangnan. But..."

Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.

"But you may die like this, you will die at any time, brother Zhao." Tang Buqi squeezed the wine glass tightly, unable to drink it for a long time: "I will die...I still have so many things to enjoy..."

Zhao Changhe finally raised his glass: "Come on, I respect you."

Tang Buqi was startled: "You still respect me? Shouldn't you be laughing at me?"

"Why am I laughing at you? Am I not afraid of death? I can't help it." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "We are in a different place, maybe you are me, and I am you, who laughs at whom?"

Although it didn't say what to do in this situation... It's not what he can say, but it is indeed an excellent comfort.

Tang Buqi's sad face dissipated a lot, and he regained the smile of Mr. Zhuo Shijia from before: "Thank you. Speaking of people like you, it's strange that there are no friends in the world..."

"There will be more and more from now on." Zhao Changhe grinned: "If you don't make friends in the Jianghu, what kind of Jianghu will you be. You are a good nephew, don't knock on the door next time, you are my friend."

Tang Buqi raised his face again: "But I don't want to be friends with you."

Zhao Changhe froze for a moment: "Why?"

"When will you change your eldest nephew to brother Tang, then it will be fine."

Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "That's still the eldest nephew."

Tang Buqi bulged his eyeballs.

"Drinking and drinking, talking so much, I can't lift my glass." Zhao Changhe scorned: "I heard that I was drunk for five days in Huajie and Liuxiang? It seems that you are not only bad for fighting, but also rubbish for drinking."

"Fuck!" Tang Buqi rolled up his sleeves: "If I don't turn you over today, I will seal my mouth in the future!"

This small gathering, which is supposed to talk about whether Huqiu Jianchi has been discovered, and discuss how to explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, ended up not mentioning a word about the business.

Sometimes drinking with friends to relieve worries is not less important than business.

Everyone is a martial arts practitioner, with physical fitness and internal strength, and it is difficult to drink too much. Tang Buqi's drinking capacity is indeed good, but compared with Zhao Changhe, it is obviously not comparable.In particular, Zhao Changhe felt that the maid around him was haunted, so he didn't really intend to get drunk. The internal force has been quietly dispelling the drunkenness. After half an hour of drinking, Zhao Changhe was fine, and Tang Buqi was already drunk.

Then he started to go back to his old ways, and hugged the little maid who had been standing by the side to add wine: "Chess servant, give me a hug..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Hey, who's inside?" Tang Buqi pointed his tongue at Sisi: "You, you, you, go and accompany my brother!"

Sisi: "..."

Zhao Changhe's heart moved, and he wanted to try this woman, so he also pretended to be drunk, and embraced her with a smile: "Sisi..."

Sisi jumped back with a "kick": "Master, it is also a violation of family law to rape and humiliate a servant girl at will!"

"Hey!" Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: "Then let my father punish me, what a big deal."

Sisi stiffened her neck: "Then the young master will kill me!"

"Eh?" Tang Buqi gave her a drunken look, "You don't look very good, but you are strong. Brother Zhao, this kind of girl is fine. I can't force you to do it yourself."

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force it, I'm almost drunk, you can rest. Is it okay for Miss Sisi to accompany me back to do odd jobs?"

"It's her job, it should be!" Tang Buqi waved his hand and said, "Go, go, take good care of my brother!"

Zhao Changhe got up pretending to stumble, even knocked over his chair, and staggered out the door.Sisi hesitated for a moment, but went over to help her, and Zhao Changhe put his hand on her shoulder, putting all his weight on her.

Sisi blushed, and dragged him out like a child carrying a big bear.

Little did he know that Zhao Changhe was even more confused at this time.

It's strange, I thought this might be the fake heavenly girl, who even kissed casually, and the range of clues I gave Gong Chaoqun was wide enough, but this doesn't look like...

Are you trying to play a good little maid?Or is it another person?
Tang Buqi's voice came from the balcony behind him: "I am born to be useful..."

Then he laughed loudly, and then turned into crying: "Xiaofeng cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, and the big waves wash the sand and don't know the king!"

(End of this chapter)