book of troubled times

Chapter 882 Master and Servant
Everyone in Longque Galaxy was very 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 have any idea of ​​men and women. Zhao Changhe felt that whether it was a father or a master, it was normal and affectionate to hold a child's hand, but Ling Ruoyu always felt that this was called holding a galaxy.

Now the girl is always wondering what it would be like if he fought with her hand, grabbing her ankles and hitting someone with her head... There seems to be such a similar weapon in the world, called the one-legged bronze man.

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 was really broken.

After following 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 he 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? None of our old friends have 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 were only He has been without a job for thirty years... No wonder, he 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 Ling Ruoyu is the one, 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 her hand weakly: "I heard from Master that His Majesty had one back then..."

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up, Chi Chi is really there? 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 had a look on his face: "Your family's swordsman heritage is really unique."

Damn, this is the number one secret of the government and the public, even a fledgling girl knows it... This time, she didn't get the chance back, and she was shown off. Tang Buqi felt so full that he went to the toilet with a puff of sleeves.

The injury from the fake Xinghe Lingchi was still painful.

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

We entered the side hall, and instead of joining the birthday guests outside, the tables were all sitting in our 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, come 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 say junior salute...

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.

It's so strange, look at this polite little white flower... According to everyone's understanding of Xinghe, you haven't seen anything about us. You really can't respect us as elders in your heart. What's more, Xinghe is also a stabbing The magic sword with human eyes and the blank made by Ye Wuming are not good things in theory.

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. He looked at everyone with aunty smiles on their faces as they gave meeting gifts. This person gave a jade pendant and another a bead. It felt like this kid had changed from the protagonist of a Jianghu novel to the protagonist of a group favorite. of……

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

Lord 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 carry some money with you when you travel around the world, don't be too young..."

With tens of thousands of taels in her arms, Ling Ruoyu sat down next to her master contentedly, sitting obediently.

Holding Qin's heart is bleeding, it is the dowry that has been saved for a long time.

Yue Hongling knew it well. She watched with a smile as her apprentice took the things from the hands of his love rivals. She smiled refreshedly and said, "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.

In fact, 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 the Heavenly Dao in the realm, and let Sisi use her method to locate it." Tiandao position? I also want to see if I can re-train 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 sipped their wine with a half-smile and said nothing.

You want to accompany me, but we won’t let you accompany us. Everyone agreed, whoever comes first 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 on my face and say "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 look at it can look at it."

"No matter who you are, you are a dog." Huangfu said, "Since there are no arrangements, I will go 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 gathered 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's not hungry at all. He spent the last two days with Master Chang Shi, which is a long time."

Yue Hongling: "?"

It's over, everyone's alliance consensus may be ruined 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 was saying: "If you all ignore him, the worst he can do is find Master 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 book 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 Ye Wuming. I'm not familiar with you." Piaomiao: "We agreed that you can't touch me until you conquer Ye Wuming. 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 be laughed at, so I don't want to."

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 have today too! Butler! I have ordered you not to sleep with this guest. Arrange the house. What? He is King Zhao? Who told you that he is King Zhao? There is no scar on King Zhao’s face. Are you blind? Come and get rid of this person who pretends to be King Zhao!"

The dignified King Zhao didn't even have his own private guest house when he arrived at Wu Hou's mansion, so he was driven out by Wu Hou like a dog.

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

Baoqin'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 a place 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 and go, 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..."

"Ah?" 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. They feel that this matter is very difficult to handle."

"What's the problem?" Baoqin whispered, "I just favored 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 could go.

On the contrary, only Baoqin did not have the problem of who to coax. Of course, it could only be done here, and no one had 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 her, lowered his head and kissed her.

Not long after, under the stars and moon, the sound of Baoqin's unsuppressed low voice could be faintly 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 that I would have run away before anyone else came in the afternoon... When everyone was there until the evening, I couldn't bear to lose face and refused him. What now?
Others couldn't hear what was going on here unless they opened their consciousness deliberately. I was so close that I could hear it even if I covered my ears. It was a torture.

Damn girl, just wait for me!

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

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

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

Huo Qin acts coquettishly: "Actually, Huo Qin is not that useless, mainly because this bed is a bit small... Should we change places?"

Zhao Changhe asked: "Where?"

"By the waterside pavilion, the lady's bed is so fragrant and soft..." Baoqin said: "Anyway, the 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 lady is very kind to me. Not so stingy.”

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

"May I?"

"Maybe the young 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 together with Baoqin is not only deeply ingrained in Baoqin's own 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 adulterer 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 that were 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..." The maid whispered in her ears: "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 Baoqin on her body...

How can I pretend to sleep like this?

Holding Qin and leaning over, 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 was 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 could finish 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 shameful 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)