book of troubled times

Chapter 877 Years
In fact, what Baoqin knew did not overlap much with Wan Dongliu's. After all, the Four Symbols Sect did not hold meetings with Tang Wanzhuang all day long. Everyone was doing their own thing, and many things only relied on tacit understanding.

Just like the Sixiang Sect took advantage of Tang Buqi's birthday banquet, Tang Buqi himself was unaware of it. Huangfu Qing and Sanniang both felt that if they had told him earlier, the secret might be exposed.

Even though Wu Hou had worked hard for thirty years to develop the prosperity of Jiangnan, everyone still didn't trust Tang Buqi's IQ... The prosperity of these thirty years was mainly due to the prosperity of maritime transportation, and pigs could fly when the wind came. Besides, Tang Wanzhuang personally intervened and gave guidance from time to time. Isn't Baoqin just here to supervise this time?

Wan Dongliu did not talk to Baoqin, who was wearing a woman's bun, and just said: "Since you are here, I won't go to Gusu this time."

Zhao Changhe said: "It's my birthday, why don't you go and celebrate it together?"

Wan Dongliu couldn't help but laugh: "We are close to each other and we often get together. Just two months ago, he drank with me one night at our Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

How come a night of drunkenness together makes it so fresh and refined to talk about going whore together? Both of them are the overlords of one side, so there is no shortage of women. As for being so hungry...

"What kind of expression is that? It's just for fun, it's different from the ones at home. That's why you're so weird. You say you're lustful but you never do anything like this."

"Yes, yes, I'm surprised."

Wan Dongliu was stunned: "How do you say that?"

"I'm not sure at the moment. I need to keep a closer look." Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "It's getting late. Let's go to Gusu first and talk about it later."

The next generation rises and becomes famous. The previous generation has passed away, leaving only memories. Peers with white hair discuss the relationship between children.

"Then what? It's so noisy." Long Que was impatient.

Bao Qin said: "After all, the descendants of Marquis Wu are all in the house. The old man left with a smile and no worries. If I have any regrets, it is that I didn't see the young lady's children and grandchildren."

"..." Wan Dongliu was severely beaten and drank without answering. Is there any way that all the most outstanding beauties in the world have been taken in by your master? Even the maidservants in the same room are more delicate and pleasing to the eye than others. It is not enough that humans have been taken in. Gods and demons will not let go, and even the soup will not be left for others. Compared with you, who is not a fan of vulgarity, does it make sense to distinguish who is more vulgar and who is more vulgar?
Wan Dongliu would not cry about this, but instead said: "This is not a big birthday anyway, common sense is to send a junior over to congratulate and give a gift. This time I plan to let my youngest son go out to see the world. "

Seeing that Zhao Changhe was silent all the way, Baoqin asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? I feel like you are a little depressed today."

"No..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "Just looking at the years like this, I was a little touched. When I get along with you, it's like time has frozen at that time, and the feeling is not obvious. It can be seen that seeing Lao Wan and the others, the feeling is really... I don't even know Dare I ask how Uncle Wan is doing now? I hung up on his life back then, but I didn’t shoulder the responsibility of continuing the treatment.”

Just like when I played Sword and Fairy IV and saw the gray-haired Murong Ziying in the ending. The feeling came to my heart and I couldn't express it.

Wan Dongliu said angrily: "Why are you staring at me? You and I, my old friend, even if I officially proposed marriage to you on behalf of my son, wouldn't it be normal? Although looking at your current appearance, it's a bit weird..."

Zhao Changhe always feels that this is like a competition between the Four Symbols Sect and the non-sect factions, each doing his own thing to see who can make a contribution first... Among them, Yue Hongling seems to have "apostatized". As the venerable Dai Baihu, But she was helping Sisi and Tang Wan put on makeup.

"The way of heaven is outside the boundary. This is not an ordinary boundary separation. Are you sure you can find it?"

Tang Buqi was kicked out of the Qianlong Ranking when he was old enough. His martial arts talent was far inferior to Wan Dongliu's. I don't know what he looks like now, maybe his beard and hair are whiter. There are many old friends who are even worse than Tang Buqi. I’m afraid I’ll have to see their tombstones in a few years...

"Anyway, Sisi said it's okay." Baoqin glanced at Ling Ruoyu, who was sitting on the other side of the cabin, and lowered his voice: "Actually, her master is also cooperating with this matter."

"You all know this...who said I enjoy this?"

It is truly a spring and autumn dream in life, and it has never been so intuitive as it is now.

"Forget it about proposing marriage." Zhao Changhe took a sip of wine and sighed: "Are we still talking about the parents' orders? Let's look at free love."

I used to carry it on my back, but now I always hold it. The way the girl holds the huge dragon bird and whispers is so cute.

Maybe this is the real meaning of these thirty years of sleep?
It stands to reason that time is a part of the way of heaven. Does the way of heaven always exist?

Zhao Changhe looked at him warily.

Baoqin sat by and listened to his brothers' chat. At this moment, he couldn't help but interjected: "I'm a vulgar fan. With your taste, what's the use for us?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

In fact, ever since we met, I have always felt strange in my heart. This feeling is really hard to describe. It would be even weirder to see their children and grandchildren in person.

Zhao Changhe looked at the appearance of his old friend in his fifties and remained silent.

If he and Wan Zhuang had a baby, what would Tang Buqi's grandson, who was already crawling all over the floor, call this infant baby in the future?
No, your descendants are still going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for prostitution. From this point of view, it seems that the years have solidified and never changed.

This thing looks like a feudal family head, but in fact he is an extremely enlightened old man. Letting his fourteen-year-old daughter travel around the world was not a decision that ordinary family heads would dare to make. That decision made the Tang family successful in the following decades. of brilliance.

Zhao Changhe was astonished. Was there ever a day when Longque was too noisy? What's wrong with this world?
Ling Ruoyu was complaining: "You obviously enjoy the way I fawn over you."

Baoqin replied: "This is what Sisi asked for. They said that they can use a kind of witchcraft to use these demon souls and beasts as guides to find clues to where the way of heaven is. The more demon souls collected, the better the location will be. The more accurate it is.”

Zhao Changhe listened secretly, and what was being said over there was: "Good Queque, just tell me about my master. She also came to Yangzhou back then. What next?"

Zhao Changhe rubbed his head, shook off the strange emotions in his heart, and asked Baoqin: "What is the purpose of collecting those demon souls in your spirit bag?"

Zhao Changhe said thoughtfully: "But Ruo Yu may have some problems, so I suggest you don't even make any plans... Most people can't afford it and will suffer disaster."

Wan Dongliu was laughing: "That's natural. Are we pedantic?"

If we talk about the cultivation of gods and demons at the third level of the imperial realm, is this also a necessary path that has never been traveled before?

He is not as high-status and powerful as Lao Cui. After the rise of Tang Wanzhuang, Wanzhuang has the final say in all matters concerning the Tang family. He cannot compete with his daughter like Lao Cui, so he has no sense of presence here in Zhao Changhe. One of the most significant things was to marry Tang Wan to the royal family, which started their karma.

Mrs. Tang, Tang Buqi's grandfather, was a middle-aged girl who wore Tang Dynasty makeup for sixty years and was over a hundred years old when she left.

"It has been seven or eight years since Gang Leader Wanlao passed away. He passed away peacefully in his sleep without any pain. In fact...our old man also passed away the year before last."

It turned out that he was no longer there without realizing it... Zhao Changhe looked at the river outside the cabin in silence, and once again felt strongly that things had changed and that the human world had changed.

In the end, Zhao Changhe did not cross the river with the Caobang people, but took Baoqin and his young apprentice on the original Suppressing Demon Division's boat.

Or maybe she is the one who bridges the gap. It is very possible that she has a conspiracy with Jiuyou, and the core clue seems to be the young apprentice.

"Okay, I have already arranged the boat. We can go at any time."

Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on Ling Ruoyu. Ling Ruoyu has always sat far away from the couple since he got to know them, not talking to them, but it seems that his relationship with Long Que is getting better.

"Do you dare to say that you are not?"

"What I enjoy is when you ask the story about how Longque was so domineering and cool and killed thousands of enemies. It's not about Yue Hongling. I don't dare to talk about their secrets casually. If I let them know in the future, I will die if I let them know. That's me Auntie."

"Speaking of which, I have a question I've been meaning to ask you for a long time."

"what?"

"Why do I always think you look a little like my master?" Ling Ruoyu was very confused: "And you can also find clues about Tang Prime Minister Cui Shozuo and others from your face."

"Beautiful faces are all the same, and they all have something in common. Only ugly people can be ugly in all kinds of ways, like you."

"If I hadn't seen you as the Holy Sword of King Zhao, I would have thrown you into the river right now."

"Hey, you're promising. If my aunt hadn't helped you kill people before, the grass on your grave would have been three feet high."

"If it weren't for you being a burden, I wouldn't be hunted down!"

"You're like a bird when you ask a story, but you're a burden when you turn around. Is this how your master taught you to be a swordsman?"

"It's not because you won't tell me the story. Why do I need to curry favor with you? A swordsman would rather bend than bend." "You're a bit flexible as a swordsman." Long Que smiled and said, "You still have something to ask for from me. ”

"Where is it?"

"If Xinghe appears in this world, wouldn't it be impossible for you to compete for the core with your little cultivation? But I'm here and can take you."

Ling Ruoyu was greatly moved: "Really?"

"Of course, at least my level will not be lower than the ordinary Yujing, right. How many people can be above the Yujing?" Longque said, feeling a little guilty. It was just relying on itself to take care of it, not because it knew that the master was sitting there. around.

Ling Ruoyu didn't know it, but he suddenly became apologetic and fawning, stretched out his hand to pinch the handle of the knife and massaged it: "Good bird, I'm going to..."

Even though the massage was meaningless, Long Que still enjoyed it: "As long as you say Long Que is Zhao Changhe's only arm, I will take you there."

Ling Ruoyu opened her mouth but still didn't want to say anything.

A swordsman would rather break than bend.

The ship's hull swayed slightly and it had docked. Zhao Changhe stood up and walked out of the cabin. When passing by Ling Ruoyu, he suddenly stretched out his finger and flicked the dragon bird.

The twin-ponytail loli crouched in defense with her head in the knife.

Zhao Changhe was in a good mood... The scene just now looked like two daughters playing around, reminding him that they were not the only ones with a family full of children and grandchildren.

Ling Ruoyu protected Longque to the side and glared at Zhao Changhe: "Don't be disrespectful to the holy sword."

Baoqin, who was passing by with Zhao Changhe on his arm, almost laughed out loud. Zhao Changhe was also laughing: "Aren't you the one who disrespects it the most?"

Ling Ruoyu was shocked: "You eavesdropped on our conversation?"

Zhao Changhe leisurely disembarked from the boat and landed: "Little girl, please take it easy when you are away from home. Your master was a real veteran back then, and you are just staying like this. When will you be able to outdo your masters?"

Ling Ruoyu hugged Longque and followed angrily: "My master has nothing to do with you, don't keep repeating it, she belongs to King Zhao."

Zhao Changhe blinked: "Why, King Zhao doesn't have enough women? Don't you have any objection?"

"Can it be the same? King Zhao is our hero. Master likes him naturally because heroes cherish each other." Ling Ruoyu looked at the city gate in front of him and lowered his voice: "We are in Gusu. Don't be careless in front of Wu Hou. If you talk about the King of Zhao, the Marquis of Wu is upright and serious, and if you listen to others talking about the people of the country, you will be furious. "

Zhao Changhe opened his mouth wide: "Zheng Zhenlian, who are you talking about?"

Did you know that he was still visiting prostitutes two months ago?
"Wu Hou, who is disrespectful to Jiangnan?" Ling Ruoyu looked at Baoqin and said: "It is said that Master Changshi came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seniors will know if they ask her."

Holding Qin’s stomach almost hurts from laughing: “You are absolutely right.”

Everyone filed into the city. Ling Ruoyu found that there was a formal way for the seniors to enter the city. He glanced at Lord Chang Shi with some contempt, and then walked to the back door...

It was also her first time in Gusu, and she was very impressed when she arrived at Wuhou Mansion.

Wu Houxiong has been in the south of the Yangtze River for thirty years, and it is such a prosperous place. No matter how you think of it, it will be a row of splendid mansions, and even overstepping is not impossible. As a result, when I saw it this time, I found that the Hou Mansion occupied a much smaller area than I had imagined, and there was nothing splendid about it. It could even be called simple in comparison.

The entrance is heavily guarded and discipline is extremely strict. It was the birthday of Marquis Wu, and people from all walks of life came to celebrate his birthday in an endless stream, and the inspection at the door was very strict.

Ling Ruoyu then remembered that the reason why she came here was to hand Longque over to Marquis Wu rather than to celebrate his birthday. If he handed it over, why did he suddenly feel a little reluctant... Moreover, Longque also said that he would take him to the galaxy to play, so he handed it over. What should I do?
If I use the Demon-Suppressing Si Jade Card, I can get in, but if I get in, why don't I hand over my sword?

While he was hesitating, he saw the captain of the guard checking outside the Hou Mansion shouting very excitedly: "Is Miss Qin back home?"

Baoqin smiled and waved: "Hello everyone."

"Miss Qin, your hair..."

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

"Yes, yes, Miss Qin, come in quickly. Marquis Wu will be very happy to see her."

The guards who had just conducted a very strict interrogation saw Bao Qin as if they were family members, and they surrounded her very affectionately and went in. Ling Ruoyu followed behind with a knife in his arms in a daze, and no one even asked her what she was doing here. , someone even asked: "Is it heavy for a girl to hold such a big thing? Can the little one help you carry it?"

"No, no need..." Ling Ruoyu seemed to be in a dream, it looked like Prime Minister Chang Shi was visiting, it was obviously his family coming home...

Although the Prime Minister's Office Chief Shi is probably a close subordinate of Prime Minister Tang, how can he be so close to the guards at his old residence in Gusu, not to mention that theoretically Prime Minister Tang and Marquis Wu should have separated...

"Bao Qin is back?" A clear voice came from the hall: "Did aunt bring you something?"

Baoqin smiled and said, "No, I'm here to wish the Marquis a happy birthday."

"Okay, okay, your coming is the biggest surprise today."

"Actually, there is a bigger one..."

Ling Ruoyu followed Baoqin into the hall in confusion. Looking through the bustling guests in the hall, a middle-aged man in brocade robes sat at the head of the table. His half-black hair was neatly combed, and a few strands of long beard were floating in the air. On the chest. Although there are some wrinkles and weather on his face, he can still see his youthful handsomeness and extraordinary bearing. Obviously this is Wu Hou, who plays an important role in the government and the public.

There were several young men standing beside him, not daring to breathe, which highlighted the majesty of Wu Hou's usual tutor.

But I saw Baoqin Yingying salute, but it was not an official courtesy in people's minds, but a family courtesy: "Baoqin has met the young master."

"How polite are you to me..." Wu Hou smiled and raised his hand to show off, but the smile suddenly froze on his face.

Behind Baoqin, Zhao Changhe stood there quietly, staring intently at Tang Buqi's white hair and long beard, and the young people around him, without saying a word for a long time.

Tang Buqi also stared back at Zhao Changhe in his prime, and it took him a long time to hold back a few words: "It's really unfair..."

"Whose nephew is this?" A guest asked displeasedly: "Now that I have seen Wu Hou pay his birthday, why do he stand upright and be so rude? Is this how you meet your elders?"

Tang Buqi's expression twitched twice, stood up, and made a fussy junior salute.

Who is so talkative to remind you.

Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and flicked, and the gentle breeze blew by. After all, Tang Buqi failed to perform the ceremony, and a message suddenly appeared in his mind: "Don't reveal the secret first."

Looking up, Zhao Changhe still looked stunned. It seemed that the scene of the elderly Tang Buqi's children and grandchildren gathered around him to celebrate his birthday had touched him so much that he almost lost his mind.

"The Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty has arrived~" A sound of singing came from behind.

Zhao Changhe suddenly looked back and saw Tang Wanzhuang, wearing a long cloak and long skirt with water sleeves, coming slowly.

Still with blue hair and bright eyes, quiet and gentle, walking towards the world like a picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The autumn water in his eyes is just like before.

Tang Buqi, who had all white hair and beard, stopped giving his junior courtesy and finally said openly to the beauty outside the hall: "Aunt."

Inside and outside the hall, it seems like years have passed.

On one side is the flowing river, on the other side is the still pool.

In the middle is Zhao Changhe.

(End of this chapter)