The dinner was simple, held in Tang Buqi's waterside pavilion, not at any "good place".
But Zhao Changhe felt that this was the best place.
This place has a huge courtyard all by itself, the house is built on the water, the wooden bridge is winding, quiet and elegant. The sound of water flowing everywhere, the sound of stringed instruments and bamboos can be heard faintly, when Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Huanshi Water Pavilion and the Tingxiang Pavilion in his dream were already before him.
Riding a donkey to look for a donkey, and asking if there is Gusu Murong, it turns out that you are Yanziwu.
The little maid brought him to the place and bowed slightly: "I will take my leave."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhao Changhe turned his gaze away from the scenery and greeted her with a smile: "Your young master is treating us to a meal, don't you want to stay by his side?"
The maid waved her hand and stepped back: "Everyone in the clan has their own division of labor, and we can't mess it up. I'm not here to serve the young master."
"So what do you do?"
"I am a handyman in the guest house..."
"That means you are there to greet guests, right? So you go and lead the way for me?"
"Yeah... well, not really. I'm just cleaning the guest house, not responsible for greeting guests. No one was there just now, and I wanted to take a break..."
Zhao Changhe was amused and was about to tease him again when he saw Tang Buqi poking his head out from the waterside pavilion above: "Who are you talking to? Tsk... You fucking flirted with my maid?"
Zhao Changhe responded, "How can talking to a little girl be considered flirting? Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
"Okay, okay. Who is this?" Tang Buqi pointed at the maid, but he couldn't remember her name. He paused for a moment and didn't hesitate. There were too many maids in the house, and he really couldn't recognize the one from the guest house. He said directly, "You are from the guest house, right? Anyway, it's your job, so come up to eat with us and serve Mr. Zhao."
After saying that, he put his head back.
Maid: “…”
"Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud and asked, "Hey, we're pretty familiar with each other. What's your name?"
The maid held it in for a while before saying, "Sisi."
Zhao Changhe smiled but said nothing.
This doesn't look like the Tang family style at all. Look at the name of the maid next to Tang Wanzhuang, is it "Baoqin" or "Tingqin"... Anyway, the style should be of this kind. What kind of uncultured name is this
He did not expose her, and smiled as he took "Sisi" to the waterside pavilion.
There was a small round table in the hall, and beside it were many maids and musicians playing the piano and the zither, playing soft and soothing music, in the style of a typical landlord.
But Tang Buqi did not hug the maid to eat grapes. He sat alone by the window and drank by himself, as if he was worried. Seeing Zhao Changhe coming in, he also gestured casually: "Sit down, there is no one else, just the two of us brothers to eat."
“…” My eldest nephew has become a brother, and I’m a little uncomfortable with it.
But Zhao Changhe also knew that he was just bragging about his so-called nephew, and Tang Buqi didn't think so, so he sat opposite him despite his discomfort and asked curiously, "Did you get scolded?"
"No." Tang Buqi said, "My father praised me a lot, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I know that I didn't contribute much, I was at least on the front line in the attack on Bailian Temple, so I deserve some praise."
"And I think I deserve praise..." Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Since you're being praised, why are you looking so thoughtful?"
"What's the point of praising your family? Are you really going to live at home all your life?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment.
“You and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong, he didn’t dare to cause trouble to you, didn’t dare to mess with Wan Dongliu, but he came to mess with me. My Tang family is obviously bigger than you and the Cao Gang combined, but I am the soft persimmon in his eyes.” Tang Buqi whispered: “You scolded me for sucking aunt’s blood, I felt very uncomfortable all the way. I wanted to refute you a few words, but I couldn’t say anything... Others respect me because I am the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, not the ancestor who died who knows how long ago.”
Zhao Changhe stopped talking, poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly.
Tang Buqi whispered, "I also know that when I go out to gain experience, 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 stay in Yangzhou... I should be like you, alone with a sword, and leave Jiangnan. But..."
Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.
"But I might die like this, I could die at any time, Brother Zhao." Tang Buqi tightly grasped the wine glass, 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, toast to you." Tang Buqi was stunned: "You are toasting me? Shouldn't you laugh at me?"
"Why am I laughing at you? Am I not afraid of death? I have no choice." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "Let's switch places. Maybe you are me and I am you. Who will laugh at whom?"
Although it didn't say what to do in this situation... It wasn't something he could say, but it was indeed a great comfort.
Tang Buqi's sad expression faded a lot, and he smiled like a handsome young man again: "Thank you. It's strange that someone like you doesn't have many friends in the martial arts world..."
"There will be more and more of them starting now." Zhao Changhe grinned, "What's the point of being in the underworld if you don't make some friends. My nephew, you are a good person. Next time, don't knock on my door randomly. You are my friend."
Tang Buqi frowned again: "But I don't want to be friends with you."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"Whenever you change your name from nephew to Brother Tang, then it will be fine."
Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes and said, "Then he is still my eldest nephew."
Tang Buqi's eyes bulged.
"Drink, drink, you talk too much. My glass is numb." Zhao Changhe said disdainfully, "I heard that you were drunk in the red-light district for five days? It seems that not only are you not good at fighting, but your alcohol tolerance is also rubbish."
"Fuck!" Tang Buqi rolled up his sleeves and said, "If I don't beat you today, I'll seal your mouth!"
This was supposed to be a small gathering to discuss whether there were any discoveries in the Tiger Hill Sword Pond and how to explore the mystery of the Gusu evil spirit tomorrow, but in the end, not a single word about the real business was mentioned.
Sometimes, getting drunk with friends to relieve their worries is no less important than doing business.
Everyone is a martial artist, with a strong physique and internal strength, so it is difficult for them to have a poor alcohol tolerance. Tang Buqi's alcohol tolerance is indeed good, but compared with Zhao Changhe, it is obviously no match. Especially Zhao Changhe felt that the maid beside him was suspicious, so he didn't really plan to get drunk. His internal strength has been quietly dispelling the alcohol. In less than half an hour, Zhao Changhe was fine, but Tang Buqi was already drunk.
Then he started to act like his old self again, and hugged the little maid who had been standing by and pouring wine: "Shiqi, give me a hug..."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
"Hey, who's that?" Tang Buqi pointed at Sisi with his tongue sticking out: "You, you, you, go keep my brother company!"
Sisi: “…”
Zhao Changhe's heart moved, and he wanted to test this woman, so he pretended to be drunk and embraced her with a smile: "Sisi..."
Sisi jumped back and said, "Master, raping a maid at will is against the family law!"
"Tsk!" Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: "Then let my dad punish me, it's no big deal."
Sisi stiffened her neck and said, "Then Master, just beat me to death!"
"Eh?" Tang Buqi looked at her with drunken eyes: "She doesn't look good, but she is strong-willed. Brother Zhao, this kind of girl is fine. I can't force her. You decide for yourself."
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force you. You've almost finished drinking, so you can take a rest. Miss Sisi, can you accompany me back to do some odd jobs?"
"This is her job, it's her duty!" Tang Buqi waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, serve my brother well!"
Zhao Changhe pretended to stumble up, even knocking over his chair, and staggered out the door. Sisi hesitated for a moment, but went over to help him. Zhao Changhe then put his hand on her shoulders and put all his weight on her.
Sisi's face turned red, and she dragged him out with great effort, like a child carrying a big bear.
Little did he know that Zhao Changhe was even more confused at this time.
This is weird. I originally thought that this person might be the fake goddess, the one who even kissed casually. I was also quite generous in the clues I gave to Gong Chaoqun, but why doesn't this look like her
Is she trying to play the role of a strong-willed maid? Or is she someone else
From the balcony behind him came Tang Buqi's singing: "I was born to be useful..."
Then he laughed, and then cried: "The morning breeze boils wine and laughs at the bright moon, but the waves wash away the sands and I don't recognize you!"
(End of this chapter)