Fortunately, he did not enter through the brothel's main door, otherwise if someone saw him and went back to tell Xia Chichi that "Zhao Changhe entered a brothel", Zhao Changhe really didn't know how he would die.
Entering from the back door, you can't tell that it's a brothel. There's a small bamboo forest behind, with a corner of a bamboo building visible in the forest, fragrant and pleasant, secluded and quiet. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds chirping can be heard, echoing the sound of a zither in the bamboo building. Although he is an important official of the court, the smell of a secluded residence in the empty valley is overflowing.
There were strong men in strong clothes hiding everywhere in the bamboo forest. When they saw Zhao Changhe enter, they all looked at him with eager eyes.
Zhao Changhe didn't even look at him and went upstairs.
The footsteps stepped on the floor, and the moment they reached the door, the music of the piano stopped.
Zhao Changhe stood outside the door, looking at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people Zhao Changhe knew didn't like to use servants when entertaining guests. At that time, Cui Wenjing was waiting for him alone in the pavilion, and now Tang Wanzhuang was also sitting alone in the bamboo building.
She was no longer wearing the thick mink coat that she wore when I first saw her. She was wearing a plain long dress, with long hair hanging down to her waist, and she looked elegant. But her face was still pale, and there was still a look of worry between her brows. I don't know if it was because she was not well or she was worried, but she looked even more elegant.
Tang Wanzhuang stopped playing the string, turned around and saw Zhao Changhe standing at the door. She smiled and said, "Come in."
This smile is like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, and the spring breeze is warm and flowers bloom everywhere.
Zhao Changhe, who thought he was a straight man, couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He thought to himself that this woman was really beautiful, so beautiful that it was impossible to associate her with a position like the head of the Demon Suppression Division. Her frail and fairy-like appearance made it impossible to imagine the strength that stood in front of the Suzaku Venerable and made him extremely fearful.
However, he saw it with his own eyes, and what he was afraid of at the time was that she would kill him, the "traitor", with a single sword.
It feels like a lifetime since we last met half a year ago.
Zhao Changhe walked in, and Tang Wanzhuang moved to the side of the coffee table and made tea with her bare hands.
Zhao Changhe sat quietly opposite, with the aroma of tea curling up and the mist rising. Tang Wanzhuang's appearance opposite him looked even more ethereal in the mist, like a fairy in the clouds, hard to grasp.
Zhao Changhe had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it. He had a lot of poetic ideas, but he was too uneducated to think of a single poem. He was left with silence. It seemed that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the world was, it would calm down. The waves of the river gradually subsided, and it flowed quietly eastward in the sunset.
Tang Wanzhuang was also looking at him. The young man who was young and yet rebellious at that time, now sat in front of him with a long sword, still rebellious, but no longer immature, and as powerful as a tiger.
She brought the teacup and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhao, why don't you say anything? Are you blaming Wanzhuang for issuing the wanted notice?"
Zhao Changhe sighed and said, "People like you... This kind of atmosphere doesn't allow people to speak loudly."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "What a gangster. He only said that this woman is pretty and should be washed clean and wait. Why is it inconvenient to speak loudly?"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
"Mr. Zhao has read books, so he can feel the artistic conception of the bamboo forest and the sunset and river." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe he has some poems in his mind, but he just doesn't want to say them."
Zhao Changhe simply said: "Actually, there is poetry... But speaking it out loud may not be much different from just washing it clean and waiting."
Tang Wanzhuang did not take it as an offense, but asked with a little curiosity: "I would like to hear the details."
"If I say that I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in heaven, will you feel that I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said unhappily, "But I am also very annoyed, because it seems that I really felt that way just now. I can only say that being pretty is really cheating. I was a little angry with you, but I couldn't express it. Instead, I felt a little weak. I was really angry."
Tang Wanzhuang ignored the following words and repeated the poem in a low voice with some surprise in her eyes.
Zhao Changhe asked curiously, "Isn't this sentence in the classics? What are you surprised about?"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled but said nothing.
It is in the classics, and you can really recite the verses from the vast classics, these are two different things; after reciting the verses, you can also use them in your own mood, this is another thing. The "scholar" aura of this person is fully revealed in just one sentence, and no matter how much gangster aura he shows, it can't be concealed. If you read urgently after adulthood, it is more difficult to cultivate such an aura in half a year than to practice martial arts for half a year to reach the level of a potential dragon.
Was he really born in the village of Zhaocuo
She thought about it and just said, "Then why do you dare to say it now, and why do you speak more and more bluntly?"
Zhao Changhe said, "Now that you've started talking, the mood has been broken, so it doesn't matter. So I suggest you pretend to be dumb and sit there playing the piano. The Suzaku and the White Tiger may turn around and walk away when they see you... Oh, no, they're all women, they may not fall for your tricks, and they're more likely to want to tear your face off."
I feel a sense of empathy when I say this. Now Baihu is Chi Chi. If he knew that I was meeting such a beautiful woman in private, there is a high possibility that he would tear her apart, or tear himself apart.
This woman is so damn beautiful. Zhao Changhe wonders if this woman would be number one if the Book of Chaos had a ranking of the most beautiful women! Unfortunately, the Book of Chaos was not really created for the chaotic times. It was just a page in the Book of Heaven that recorded the martial arts of the world. If someone really wanted to create a chaotic world, it would be even more chaotic if they created a ranking of the most beautiful women.
A thought flashed through her mind, and Tang Wanzhuang was saying, "So Mr. Zhao is really angry with Wanzhuang because of the wanted order."
"Not really. I was mentally prepared for the wanted order. It would be a miracle if I didn't get wanted after killing someone in front of the emperor. This is the path I chose. How can I blame you? You are willing to cancel the wanted order. I should thank you. By the way, you drew me well."
Tang Wanzhuang's smile deepened as she looked at Zhao Changhe and found his appearance quite interesting.
Zhao Changhe finally picked up the teacup and took a sip, then smacked his lips as if he was burned. "I just don't want to be like a chess piece on a chessboard, with someone in the sky looking down, dropping a new piece from time to time, watching the changes on the chessboard like watching an interesting monkey show. You are like this, and there is another person like this. She is much more extreme than you, so my resentment is all on her. I am a little angry with you, so I often say rude things, but I can't really say I hate her."
Tang Wanzhuang did not ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observation. She just raised her glass and said, "Since this is the case, Wanzhuang apologizes to Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Changhe was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger. He raised his hand and clinked his glasses sullenly: "I have said a lot of nonsense to you several times and I apologize to you. Don't bother with a rude person like me."
Before meeting, I felt I didn't know how to die, but it was actually that simple. When the other person has a noble character and lofty ambitions, she will not argue with you like an ordinary village girl, and she will apologize first. The man who is soft-hearted will naturally apologize in return, and the matter is over.
The two cups clinked together, making a crisp "ding" sound, as if announcing that the feud between the two had come to an end, and all that remained to be discussed was the future.
Tang Wanzhuang drank up the tea in the cup, and when she put it down, she suddenly bent over, covered her mouth and started coughing violently. Her elegant temperament collapsed in an instant, and she was so weak that she seemed like she would fall down if the wind blew.
Poor Zhao Changhe, a straight man, had never seen such a scene before. He stood there holding the cup, totally at a loss. No way, a master like you choked on tea like this? No... She has internal injuries that haven't healed yet! What should I do
It's obviously not appropriate to go up and take a photo, so what should I do? Just watch
He thought for a long time before he remembered that he still had some medicine in his pocket that he brought from the Cui family, including some for internal injuries. He didn't know if it was suitable, so he took out a pill and handed it over: "This is quite useful for healing internal injuries. I was kicked in the dantian before, and I took a pill and it's fine..."
Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, took a few breaths, waved her hands and whispered, "It's useless... I was too anxious to break through, and I hurt my lung meridian. Your Majesty can't do anything..."
"Fuck, this is the number one on the Heavenly Ranking?" Zhao Changhe cursed, "Why do I sometimes think he's awesome, and sometimes I think he's just an idiot! And you, a lady from a wealthy family who looks so calm, why do you need to rush to break through? Will Daxia die without you to reach the next level?"
Tang Wanzhuang looked at him with a strange expression as he jumped up and down, and whispered, "Don't be disrespectful to His Majesty."
"I am just a bandit. He is the one who disrespects me. Why are you biting me?"
"… especially you."
Zhao Changhe choked for a moment and simply said, "I'm not!"
"Really?" Tang Wanzhuang looked at the dragon bird on his back: "Then... why is the dragon bird happy because of you?"
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PS: I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~
Today is also my birthday, and it's my 40th birthday. I won't update in the evening. I'll spend my birthday and Lantern Festival with my family. Please forgive me. I'll update tomorrow.
Well, I still want some monthly tickets.
(End of this chapter)