book of troubled times

Chapter 876 Fuqin
Zhao Changhe once thought that it was really unfair to the little girl to eat Baoqin just for the sake of asking for it, or to ask someone to refill the drink after a certain evening makeup, so he kept waiting for a better opportunity.

As a result, after waiting for thirty years, the waiter was still alive and turned into a watchman's stone.

Today, when I meet someone, I insist on having sex with someone without saying a word, which seems a bit ugly.

But that's what he thinks... and the key to this kind of thing lies in what the other person thinks.

Even back then, Baoqin herself was eagerly looking forward to refilling her cup... You think it's unfair, but she thinks so. It's because she has a deep-rooted consciousness of playing the role of maidservant since she was a child, even if she is now acting alone. Governor Shi is doing official things, and his consciousness has not changed since he was a child.

No matter what Zhao Changhe's thoughts are now, Baoqin himself will not miss this night.

Otherwise, given the current situation, one should go directly across the Yangtze River to Gusu to find Tang Buqi, instead of staying overnight in Yangzhou... The arrangement of this overnight stay has long highlighted what Mr. Chang Shi is thinking about pretending to be a public servant.

This is an extremely rare time to be alone. It's not a refill or a drink, it's alone; and it's the first time since he recovered, so that can be considered a first time, right?

This was something I had never dreamed of back then. Baoqin loved this shipping audit task so much. It allowed him to be close to the water, and there was only a little girl beside him who could not pose any competition at all and was only qualified to watch the door. Baoqin even tried a few sentences to make sure it really didn't constitute competition.

Master Chang Shi specifically told the Yangzhou magistrate, and also secretly told Wan Dongliu, to guard Yangzhou tonight and not let a fly in. Everyone in Yangzhou thought it was for the holy sword Longque, but Wan Dongliu guessed that Master Baoqin was indeed after Longque, but not the one they thought.

Having said that, is it true that a hero is in a romantic mood? The King Zhao whom he admires the most is also very romantic in the legend. According to historical records, his wedding was held with Cui Shouzuo, but the scandal targets include the current Queen and even the Queen Mother, as well as Prime Minister Tang. It is said that he also has his own master, and Queen of Dali. Well, there are even ancient demons. Scandals span the past and present, and span the world.

Zhao Changhe hugged her up slightly, and when he felt something, he closed his eyes and kissed her more intensely.

I could only vaguely hear her vague whisper: "Take me, Master... I've been holding Qin and waiting... for a long, long time..."

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Even if it's what I want, it's so shameful.

Zhao Changhe looked down at the little maid in his arms with a half-smile, and nervously buried his head in his arms, fearing that he would be laughed at by his uncle if he did something too obvious.

Baoqin wanted to complain a little bit in her heart... It's really strange. When a woman washes a man's hands, she is serving; when a man washes a woman's hands, why can't she just feel like she is being played with...

That was the majestic body that had lingered in his dreams so many times... He secretly looked at it when he was with the lady... That explosive attack was on the lady, and the lady who was usually as beautiful as a fairy was so charming and graceful at that time. Unbelievable.

Baoqin said happily: "Baoqin is the most professional maid!"

Zhao Changhe knew what the little maid was thinking and said deliberately: "How do you know that I want to take a hot bath after I wake up?"

Drowsily, Zhao Changhe's voice came to my ears again: "My little hands are so weak, I might as well wash them for you."

Zhao Changhe entered the room with Bao Qin in his arms, and saw that the room was warmly lit by candles. In the center was a bathtub that the maids had just put in. The water was covered with rose petals, and the mood was full.

His voice came to my ears: "I will help you undress too."

Ling Ruoyu lived in another courtyard, quite far away. She couldn't hear Mi Mi here and didn't dare to eavesdrop. She could just guess what was going on over there. Even Jing Xiu couldn't make up her mind when looking back at the battle situation of the past two days. .

Baoqin: "?"

Her body doesn't need to be washed, the hot spring water is smooth and her skin is like gelatin. Today's Baoqin practice has improved, and her skin is more like jade and fat than her skin back then. She is no longer an ordinary little maid.

You've obviously been looking forward to it for so long, why are you still so nervous... Holding Qin, I really want to strangle my useless self.

I was breathing heavily as I held the piano and rubbed it. I didn't know what was going on in my mind... What I thought about the most was the seductive expression on the young lady's face when she was attacked.

If Tang Wanzhuang knew that she was a role model and teacher to Bao Qin, I wonder if she would be so angry that she would fire the girl away.

When it comes to scrubbing, there is actually nothing to scrub... Their practice has long been free of dirt, and no matter how hard they scrub, nothing comes out. It's not so much scrubbing as it is flirting.

Baoqin walked behind him with a blushing face and reached around to untie his clothes, her little hands trembling a little.

Zhao Changhe also got in and gently took away her hand holding her chest: "Isn't it time to help me wash it?"

The belt was lightly separated and the outer robe was scattered. The man's strong muscles were so strong that the inner garment was about to burst. Baoqin leaned back and stretched out his hand to caress it, feeling quite a little nervous.

"It's better to hold Qin and serve me..." She turned her head slightly, looking at the man's face with blurred starry eyes, her mouth slightly opened, as if asking for a kiss.

It's a pity that I don't know what kind of silence spell I got, so I can't complain.

Anyway, he was willing to say so, Baoqin's heart was still very soft, so soft that he was willing to play with it in any way, and play with it however he wanted.

Hmm... maybe it's not holding the baby, but playing the piano.

But the legends are very vague, and no one dares to spread rumors about these important figures casually, as it will lead to death. Ling Ruoyu didn't want to believe that the hero who recommended Xuanyuan was so lustful. Forget about other things, what the hell were the Queen and the Queen Mother...

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her. The little maid's sharp teeth were never able to show off at this time. No matter how hard she usually showed, she felt soft and sweet at this moment.

"Remember..." His seductive whisper continued to be heard in my ears: "You are not a little maid, I am serving Mr. Chang Shi now..."

Baoqin instinctively hugged her chest, and then she felt like the world was spinning. She had already been picked up and put into the bucket.

Now that everything is ready, if there are any unsightly interruptions tonight, Baoqin will definitely tie up a thunderbolt and explode with them.

While I was in a daze, I felt that my belt flew off at some point, and my clothes fell apart, giving me a cool feeling.

How many times have he fantasized about the lady under him turning into himself.

Unknowingly, there was one more rose petal in the bucket.

too disgusting.

Really, I thought he was such a respectable senior and had such a long history that people looked up to, and that was it? Isn’t it just about dogs and men?
When she sees her master, she must file a complaint and let her stay away from this kind of dog man. You still covet my master, and your head will be blown off.

Bao Qin felt like she was being held against his back like a child. Her big hands were scrubbing and she shuddered every time they passed.

Baoqin felt that his face was hotter than the bath water, burning up to the roots of his ears. He didn't know which corner his usual sharp teeth had flown to. He only had instinctive movements left, lowering his head to help him scrub, rubbing and rubbing. The frequency is just like your own heartbeat.

Zhao Changhe put her down and opened his hands: "Then... undress me?"

Not talking about things like the Queen Mother, Ling Ruoyu felt that it was quite possible for King Zhao and his master to be together. After all, the heroes of the same Qianlong Ranking and the same period had at least a lot of overlap, right? I once quietly asked my master if he was also one of the legendary Princess Zhao, but I didn’t know what keyword was triggered. My master immediately became angry and practiced the Luoxia Sword Technique several times, and never dared to ask again.

By the way, the past events between King Zhao and Master, isn’t there a dragon bird involved? It must be clear.

Gossip Girl opened her eyes excitedly and grabbed the dragon bird lying beside her.

Long Que was just lying down in his nest out of boredom when he felt someone picked him up and shook him: "Quie Que, Que Que."

Longque suddenly felt the mood of his friends back then: It was so noisy...

She jumped in disgust and shook Ling Ruoyu away: "Are you familiar with me? Who do you call Queque?"

Ling Ruoyu was also stunned for a moment, why did he shout so subconsciously, am I familiar with the Holy Sword?
No, this scene feels a bit familiar...

Ling Ruoyu gathered his thoughts and said with a smile, "Well, I want to know about King Zhao's story."

Long Que instantly became energetic: "I know this well, what do you want to hear? Is it the story of him relying on my formation to kill the enemy general, or the past of relying on me to escape from the dead? I told you, without me Long Que, he Zhao Changhe is just a rookie..."

"...I'm asking about King Zhao's story, not yours."

"How can he tell his story without me? He doesn't fight any battles without relying on me! Except for a few archery and a few sneak attacks by Xinghe... I tell you, don't think Xinghe is cold, she It is specially used to poke people in the eyes, and it must be me, Longque, who can face the enemy head-on and has great power. "

What I want to ask about is not Xinghe... But for some reason, Ling Ruoyu instinctively retorted: "The Xinghe Sword shouldn't be like this..." Don't bully me because I don't understand. According to the few words passed by the master, the level of the Xinghe Sword is higher than that of the Xinghe Sword. You, Dragon Bird, are so talented. King Zhao only uses Galaxy as a auxiliary weapon because he is more accustomed to the overpowering style of play. Using you is more suitable. Doesn’t it mean that Galaxy is not as good as your Dragon Bird... I didn’t expect you to have thick eyebrows and big eyes. They will also say bad things about their friends behind their backs...

"How come it's not like this?" Longque put his hands on his hips: "Do you understand Xinghe? Do you understand Zhao Changhe? Why do you ask me if you understand?"

Ling Ruoyu felt guilty and could only scratch her head: "Okay..."

"Come on, tell me Xinghe can only poke people in the eye. If you don't tell me, don't expect me to tell stories."

Ling Ruoyu felt aggrieved: "Xinghe can only stab people... No, those words are too dirty, can you please stop saying them?"

"Is there anyone in the world who doesn't speak dirty words?" Longque pointed out: "Your so-called King Zhao was full of dirty words when he was the leader of the village, and no one was as dirty as him. Later, in order to get dressed in the late Tang Dynasty, he Start cultivating your mind and character to make yourself personable and deceive yourself..."

She really wore makeup from the late Tang Dynasty... The idol in Ling Ruoyu's heart was half collapsed, and she asked cautiously: "It is said that King Zhao lived in a village and became a bandit. Is it true?"

"How can this be false? There is also Mrs. Yazhai."

"Mrs. Yazhai? Who is it?"

"Yue Hongling..."

As if a thunderbolt struck his head, Ling Ruoyu turned to stone.

The idol has completely collapsed, and even the master's character, which he admired so high in his mind, has also disappeared.

"Hello? Ling Ling? Ruoruo? Yu Yu? Are you listening?" Longque jumped out of the knife in surprise, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ling Ruoyu: "Hey, don't tell me that you have a crush on my master, and you are fighting for a man with the master to the point of Got your brain smashed?"

"Who, who said that?" Ling Ruoyu jumped up as if he had just woken up from a dream: "That's just a senior hero I admire, no one has ever seen it, what a secret!"

"Then why do you care so much about his story?"

"How can the whole Han Dynasty not care about the story of King Zhao?" Ling Ruoyu looked disgusted: "I feel that his name is very friendly. I used to think that I admired heroes, but now it seems that it is because he is my master. ah……"

"You are particularly fond of his name?" Long Que suddenly asked.

"Yes."

Long Que pointed at his nose enthusiastically: "What do you think of me? Am I particularly kind?"

Ling Ruoyu glanced at her with disgust.

Long Que was furious: "What's that look in your eyes?"

"I don't think so...ah, no, of course it's a friendly look." Ling Ruoyu smiled apologetically: "It's my master's sword after all."

Longque stopped talking. The twin-ponytail Loli touched her chin with two fingers, stared at Ling Ruoyu up and down, and then said after a long while: "Say, Xinghe is a bastard."

Ling Ruoyu: "?"

"If you don't tell me, I'll go to sleep."

"Xinghe is..." Ling Ruoyu held it in for a long time, but couldn't hold it back no matter what: "Master said that swordsmen shouldn't talk behind others' backs, so I forgive Ruoyu for being unable to obey."

"Why didn't your master say he was a swordsman when he was chewing Xia Chichi's tongue behind his back?"

Ling Ruoyu grabbed her hair in distress, and her worldview began to collapse.

"Wait a minute, you said that my master is Mrs. Yazhai, she is. Even if she is, she may not be long ago. My master is as clean as a lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, as proud as a lonely red in the sunset, with a bright sword heart and an iron bone. How is that possible? That's what you said..."

"Okay, okay, you can dream on your own." Longque glanced at the girl with messy hair again, got back into the knife and stopped talking.

It's really strange... There is obviously no similar aura, and even the temperament is different, except for being a little unintelligent.

But apart from Longque, are there any girls who don’t stay still? That's the commonality. Sure enough, only the dragon bird is the smartest.

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The sky is bright.

Zhao Changhe carefully moved away the Baoqin that was wrapped around him like an octopus, and stood up to get dressed.

Last night was actually quite tragic. Baoqin is just an ordinary maid, not a martial arts genius. Her talent can only be considered below average. She is relatively slow in practice and has not yet reached the imperial realm. This delicate and timid body could not withstand Zhao Changhe's current attack. In the end, she relied on her natural skill of talking and talking to force Zhao Changhe to release her, and then she fell asleep directly from exhaustion.

So the most suitable thing for her is actually to go with evening makeup... Evening makeup is also timid and needs help, so it's just right...

Now the little maid has fallen asleep and hasn't woken up... The energy brought by the dual cultivation in the body is running automatically. I don't know if it can help her break through the imperial realm overnight. After all, the imperial realm needs to realize the right path for herself, and I don't know if she can understand it. What imperial...

I got up early because I noticed someone approaching in the distance, it was Wan Dongliu.

Lao Wan is an old friend. We meet again after a long separation. I know you well enough to not disturb your beautiful night. If you still avoid seeing me the next morning, that would be too serious about sex rather than friendship. We must have breakfast together to chat and get to know each other better. All kinds of information.

Sure enough, as soon as he packed up his clothes and walked into the courtyard, he saw Wan Dongliu standing outside the courtyard with drinks and cakes. Zhao Changhe opened the door with a smile and pulled him into the hospital to sit down: "I'm fine...how can I still have a gray beard when I've already broken the imperial guard?"

"Because it's almost white when you break the barrier." Wan Dongliu touched his beard and sighed: "Not everyone can practice as fast as you. Even you, don't you need to practice again to eliminate hidden dangers."

"I am Yu San too quickly. If it is just Yu Realm, it is not to the point where I need to break up and rebuild. Otherwise, what will Hong Ling and the others do?" Zhao Changhe added a glass of wine to him and said with a smile: "Looking for him so early in the morning. What's wrong with me?"

"What, are you interrupting your night of lovemaking with your maid?"

"Don't say that... Baoqin has a long history now."

"You are the only one who has the idea of ​​equality. If others don't accept this, she won't accept it either." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "Sometimes, don't be too persistent. It's been so long and you still haven't come around?"

Zhao Changhe smiled: "It's difficult to carry something in your bones since childhood."

"Is it also because of this energy that the sword points at the way of heaven? Because of that unruly attitude, nothing can stand on our heads and arrange our lives."

"You know it all?"

"After all, I am one of the top core members of the Four Symbols Sect. We still have to know about the Night Emperor, whether it is the ancient one or you." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The galaxy appears in the East China Sea, and my Cao Gang spread the news. Yes, this is a game. Just take advantage of the opportunity of Buqi's birthday banquet, and there will be something... The two venerables have planned it for a long time, and it will be better if you come. "

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "So, the biggest evil behind the scenes is the Four Symbols Sect..."

"what……"

"But what do you mean, you actually don't know where the real galaxy is?"

"Actually, the galaxy that will emerge from the East China Sea is indeed a galaxy, but it is just the body of the sword. Venerable Xuanwu inspected it and said that the sword spirit is no longer there. One of the great significances of our triggering this situation is to attract the spirit of the galaxy."

"One of the meanings..."

"Well, of course killing two birds with one stone, there are other ideas. If you can't attract the sword spirit, then you can attract the evil spirits of this world and see what they want to do with taking away the galaxy. Anyway, it's just an empty shell and can't have any consequences. We Huang Que is watching from behind...well, actually, the bag in her hand is a bit heavy, but it seems that you are just focusing on getting along and have almost forgotten about the real thing? "

"Squeak..." The door at the back opened, and Qin walked out leisurely, combing her hair into a bun as a married woman.

Look at the way that hair is combed into a bun, I wish the whole world would know about it. It is the same as His Majesty’s behavior of touching his belly when there is nothing wrong.

Wan Dongliu twitched his cheeks and said nothing. Holding the piano, he stepped forward and gave Zhao Changhe a glass of wine, muttering in his mouth: "I didn't ask... Anyway, there is always time to say it. I was going to say it in the morning, you know so much, then you say it... …”

(End of this chapter)