Suzhou was still in chaos. Tang Wanzhuang took over the city's affairs against Maitreya, and started Suzhou's cleansing of Maitreya and Lu's related forces.
The Tang family was also in mourning. The sword energy from the unearthed sword killed many people in the Tang family. There were also casualties in the trampling. There were also casualties in the earlier battle with the Lu family. It might be an exaggeration to say that the Tang family suffered a great loss, but almost every branch had its casualties, so it is true that the Tang family has declined greatly.
Even Tang Wangsheng himself was seriously injured in the chaos and is currently recuperating. Tang Buqi took over the responsibility and is dealing with the mess within the family.
Zhao Changhe was lying in the guest room, wrapped tightly in bandages, just as miserable as Wan Dongliu a few days ago. He lay on the bed with his eyes rolling around and his head unable to turn.
"Sisi, should we tie the bandage like this? I always suspect you did it on purpose..."
Sisi was leaning on a recliner, reading a history book of Daxia leisurely, as if she was cramming for knowledge. When he asked her, she lazily replied, "You should be happy. Look around the entire Tang family and see who cares about you. Aren't you the only poor little maid who is still taking care of you?"
"You are not a maid of the Tang family, you are my maid."
"Yes, yes, yes." Sisi's beautiful eyes moved, and she said in a friendly voice, "Then, Master, what is that piece of gold foil that you were holding tightly when you were changing your clothes and applying medicine? Can't you let your loyal little maid take a look at it?"
"You've tied me up in anger, but it's really killing me..."
"Then we have to let it stick to our skin." Sisi said charmingly, "Of course, if the master is willing to tell the truth, what sticks to our skin is not gold foil, but something else..."
Zhao Changhe grumbled in his throat, then quickly stiffened his neck and said, "To be honest, I prepared the breastplate in advance. Do you think it has come in handy? A mere Maitreya was already in my calculations..."
Sisi curled her lips and didn't argue with him.
What kind of heart-protecting mirror can be ranked fifth on the list? Even if it is a heart-protecting mirror, it is still a treasure.
But then again, Zhao Changhe holding the gold foil in his hand couldn't block his sight. She tilted her head and looked around, but found nothing. It was just an ordinary gold foil. Maybe it was indeed a piece of something with a special texture, and he put it on his chest to protect his heart. It made sense.
Regardless of whether it was a treasure or not, Sisi had no intention of snatching it from him openly. Instead, the guy's stubborn hold on to her hand angered the maid. Sisi wrapped him up with bandages in circles like a dumpling, even wrapping the gold foil inside, and then lay down contentedly to read a book.
It was obvious that such a powerful dragon bird was placed next to the bed, and Sisi didn't even plan to snatch it away, let alone a piece of torn gold foil... Really.
Being wrapped up so tightly that he couldn't move was really uncomfortable for an active person like Zhao Changhe. Not long after he lay there, he started to groan again: "Hey, Sisi..."
"what?"
"Now that we are so familiar with each other, can you wash off your disguise and show me your true face?"
"No, who is familiar with you? Who are you? How long did it take to cook it? How come it's cooked?"
“… I heard that this kind of stuff will damage the skin if used for a long time.”
"Yeah, so the real face is really ugly, full of bumps and potholes, don't look at it."
Zhao Changhe still refused to give up: "Don't look at the history books anymore. There is no record of dragon sparrow."
Sisi Quantum Speed Reading: "Who told you that I was looking for Longque? Can't I just look at the history?"
"Then do you want to know the origin of the dragon bird?"
Dragon Bird: “…”
Sisi finally closed the book and put on a smile again: "Master, are you willing to tell me?"
Zhao Changhe coughed and said, "There are three conditions..."
Sisi inched closer to the bed, her fingers hovering on the soft flesh of his waist, and gnashed her teeth and said, "You still have three conditions at this time, do you really think I'm easy to bully, right?"
"Wait, I haven't finished yet. As long as you can choose one of the three conditions and fulfill it, I will tell you."
Sisi pouted, feeling that this was acceptable, and paused the action of pinching the flesh, and said in a friendly voice: "Then what are the Master's orders first?"
"First, show me your true face."
Sisi snorted twice: "Just say the second one."
"Second, untie this dumpling-like SM bondage of mine and wrap it up properly. I can't stand it anymore."
"What is Ai Si Ai Mu? Forget it, there's no need to explain your dialect. I won't tear it down anyway." Sisi smiled and said, "Just the third one."
In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't have a third choice. After all, he just wanted to see her true face or remove the bandages. Now he was choked. Seeing Sisi's smiling face, he was so angry that he suddenly came up with a new idea: "Third, kiss me. It's not like I haven't kissed you before."
Sisi’s eyes widened.
The next moment, a man's scream was heard in the guest yard. No one knew which part of his flesh was pinched, it was extremely miserable.
Tang Wanzhuang, who had just entered the yard, slowed down her pace.
Sisi sat sideways on the bed, pinching the soft flesh on Zhao Changhe's waist with her hands, but leaned down, her cherry lips almost touching his cheek, and then she moved slowly across a tiny distance, hovering on his lips. Zhao Changhe: Convex.
Sisi seemed to be aware of something, she giggled and murmured in a charming voice: "You are worthy of being Sisi's master. Even though you are injured like this, your blood and energy are still so vigorous."
Lips on lips, breath smells like orchid.
Place your fingers at your waist and rotate vigorously.
Poor Zhao Changhe was so depressed that his face turned blue and purple, and he didn't know what emotion he should feel.
"You're not pretending anymore, are you?" Sisi said in a charming voice, "Yes, that fake Hong Ling is me. What's the matter? Are you happy that you took advantage of me? Do you still think Sisi is very slutty?"
“No, no…hiss…oh, yes, yes, ow!”
"I want to dig out your secrets, and even use them for my own benefit... It's just a matter of breathing, I don't have as many rules and regulations as you guys." Sisi bit her lower lip: "In fact, I only kissed you once, do you think I kiss anyone casually?"
"No, no... I know you are not very good at it. Even if you are skilled, you can't play Yue Hongling."
"You know that..."
"… "
"Sisi knows that the master is a smart master... Do you realize now that you are in my hands and I can kill you or chop you up at my whim?" Sisi said softly, "Tell me your secrets, including Longque. Since you and I have been through life and death together, I will not torture you, okay?"
Zhao Changhe said honestly: "If you mean torture like this now, with your breasts pressed against me and feeling soft, then please torture me a little more. Aww~"
"Knock knock knock", there's knock on the door.
Tang Wanzhuang spoke enough about morality and did not deliberately eavesdrop. She could not hear clearly what they were whispering, but the "hissing" and "aww" sounds were hard not to hear. She could not bear to listen any longer and finally knocked on the door.
Sisi jumped up instantly as if there was a spring on her waist, tidied her appearance and acted like a well-behaved maid.
Zhao Changhe coughed dryly and said, "The door is not locked, please come in."
The door opened, and Tang Wanzhuang stood there quietly, looking up and down at Sisi beside the bed, and then looked at Zhao Changhe who looked like a dumpling. In the end, she didn't say anything, but just said: "If you want to recover from your injuries... it's better not to be too indulgent..."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Sisi: “…”
"Ahem." Zhao Changhe was helpless: "You have so many things to do, how can you find time to come to my place?"
"Make some general arrangements. Wei Yang and the others will arrive a little later..." Tang Wanzhuang said softly, "Other details... are not as important as you."
"Don't!" Zhao Changhe said, "I don't have anything important."
Tang Wanzhuang said: "At least this time you are the benefactor of the Tang family."
"I am doing this for my friend Tang Buqi and the people of Gusu. I have nothing to do with the Tang family." Zhao Changhe said, "If you thank me on behalf of the people, I won't be modest. I work hard to do good things just to be praised and to ask for some rewards with a clear conscience."
Tang Wanzhuang was a little amused: "What kind of reward do you want? To ensure that your maid enters the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum? Or do you want the evil treasure that Maitreya threw into the pond?"
Sisi always felt that according to the conversation pattern between Zhao Changhe and herself just now, he should have said "I want you", but to her surprise, Zhao Changhe was so serious that he was almost a different person from before: "I want both conditions, and I also want you to promise one thing."
"Please say."
"The Sword Emperor's Mausoleum is now connected, please seal it off immediately. I know you will definitely want to investigate afterwards, and I won't stop you. Take me and Sisi with you then, but please don't continue doing this. Instead, you must find every way to isolate it again."
Sisi was stunned for a moment, but Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, as if deliberately asking: "Why is that? If this ancient important place can be explored in detail for a long time, you may be the one who benefits the most..."
Zhao Changhe said seriously, "I don't trust either the Demon Suppression Division or the Tang family. If we continue to explore the mausoleum blindly and cause a disaster like the Sword Emperor's rebirth, then you and I will both die. Besides..."
He paused, and said more pointedly: "Are you sure that Gusu will still be under your control in the future, and not under Maitreya's? Looking at the current situation, even Xia Longyuan doesn't dare to say this."
Sisi finally nodded, thinking that this guy was really smart and rational.
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, walked forward and sat on the edge of Zhao Changhe's bed: "I have already started to prepare for this matter. As long as you recover from your injury, we can go and see it together."
As she spoke, she passed her slender hand over the bandage, which was as big as a rice dumpling, and broke into pieces. "Who would tie it up like this? It won't do any good to the injury. I have a special royal wound plaster here. Let your maid apply it to you piece by piece. The effect..."
Before she finished speaking, Sisi behind her put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, "The maid can only make rice dumplings! The chief master is very clever and can heal injuries, right? Then please apply the ointment on him yourself, and let this maid see how much the guy who keeps saying thank you is willing to do. Is he just talking and letting others do all the work?"
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