The entire Wenshui City was shocked by these words.
There was no sound outside the ancestral hall, as silent as a tomb.
After a while, someone finally woke up.
Madam Tang covered the fear in her eyes, walked quickly to him, and raised her hand to hit him.
A loud slap in the face, maybe it will make the old man not be so angry when he hears about it
Thinking of this, Mrs. Tang gritted her teeth and beat down, not wanting to be soft because of regret, so that people would see the problem, so she used great strength.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at her with a smile and didn't dodge.
With a bang, Mrs. Tang's palm landed on Tang Thirty-Six's face, making a crisp sound.
Tang Thirty-six's left face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was not too conspicuous because it was covered with dust and dirt since it had not been washed for many days.
But he still had a smile on his face, a very sincere one, without any force or emotion.
Mrs. Tang was stunned, and reproached with regret, "Why don't you hide?"
"The child is unfilial. You have been worried for the past six months, and you have not been able to serve your father at his bedside. You should be beaten."
Tang Thirty-Six stepped forward and hugged his mother into his arms, and said softly: "You go home and wait for me first, I still have some things to do."
It took half a year to finally see each other. Madam Tang was not willing to do so, but she knew that the Pope was in the old house at this time, and the things her son had to do must be important and could not be stopped.
"At least you have to go home to wash up first, and then eat some food. I have already prepared your favorite egg rice in the small kitchen."
Looking at his obviously thinner face, Mrs. Tang said distressedly.
"In the past six months in the ancestral hall, no one dared to short my food and drink. Even if I am greedy, my son in the kitchen at the old house is used to it."
Tang Thirty-Six looked into his mother's eyes, and said with a smile: "Everyone will feel more relaxed after finishing that matter."
After saying this, he looked at the crowd on the street.
The shopkeepers in charge of the Changfang and dozens of servants were all beaming with joy.
As for the maids and nuns who have served him personally for many years, they are already in tears.
"Why are you crying? Do you really think you're made of water?"
He looked at the maids and said, "Hurry up and arrange for the young master to wash me up."
Hearing these words, the shopkeepers couldn't help but think of the scenes they often saw in Wenshui City many years ago.
They thought to themselves, is that scene going to reappear today? The complexion couldn't help but become extremely exciting.
The maids answered yes in unison, and a servant who was used to this kind of work unloaded more than ten rolls of cheap variegated silk from the cart, and brought various wooden sticks. In front of the gate of the ancestral hall, there is an open space with a radius of several feet separated by a curtain.
Those extremely capable servants unceremoniously knocked on or smashed open a nearby shop, and took out all the hot water prepared in the workshop in the backyard of the shop familiarly. He took out the wooden barrel and all kinds of toilet utensils from his car, and hurried to the mantle.
Tang Thirty-Six had already walked into the mantle and stripped naked.
The hot fog was transpiring, people could be seen, and the sound of water was extremely clear.
The girls in the city blushed and turned around, but couldn't help but glance back at them from time to time.
Mrs. Tang sighed helplessly, but her face was full of relief.
The shopkeepers in charge and the people who watched the fun were first speechless in shock, and then laughed.
It has been many years since I have seen the scenery of Wenshui City.
It did not take long for the curtain to be removed.
The unkempt, thin and haggard young man before had turned into a handsome and noble young man.
The eyes of the girls on the street became extremely bright.
A servant girl came up to him holding a sword in both hands, and carefully tied it around his waist.
The sword looked a little old, but when it was tied to his body, it looked as if it had just been washed with water, and it was sharp and compelling.
It is the Wenshui sword.
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Tang Thirty-six, stepping on cloud boots and wearing a Wenshui sword around his waist, left the ancestral hall and went to the front of the old house.
The crowd stopped in the distance on the street, and no one dared to follow.
He didn't even glance at the plaques left by the emperors and popes of past dynasties on it, let alone the extremely humble steward.
He pushed open the door of the old house and walked in, as natural as coming home.
In fact, it should have been his home.
He has lived here for many years, and in Wenshui City, no one is more familiar with this place than him except the old man.
After entering the small courtyard of the old house, he began to greet people like the owner.
He patted Ling Haizhi Wang on the shoulder and said, "Here we come."
He said to Archbishop Eulin, "Are you still used to living?"
He was stunned when he saw Nan Ke, turned around and said to the steward of the old house: "Why don't you hurry up and brew the best tea leaves from grandpa? What are you doing here? Do you know who this person is? Although I I haven't seen her before, but I can recognize her by looking at the strange eyebrows and eyes, do you want to die?"
Seeing Zhe Xiu, he nodded, but didn't speak.
Finally, when he saw Guan Feibai, his eyebrows were raised like a sword, and he said, "Why are you here?"
Chen Changsheng was worried that Chu Su would sneak attack Guan Feibai and let him stay in the Dao Palace yesterday. Now that Chu Su was expelled from Wenshui City, and Guan Feibai knew that Tang Thirty-Six might be released, so he made a special trip to the old house Waiting like this, unexpectedly not seeing each other for several years, this guy is still as annoying as before.
"Can't I come?" Guan Feibai raised his eyebrows like a sword.
Just when he thought Tang Sanshiliu would continue to confront each other like before, Tang Sanshiliu laughed and said, "I am a visitor from afar, I welcome you very much."
Immediately afterwards, he changed the topic, suppressed his smile, pulled Zhexiu to his side, and said, "In the future, we will go up to Mount Li, and you have to welcome us too."
Guan Feibai shook his head, thinking that he was still worried about whether this guy would be imprisoned and there would be problems. Now thinking about it is really unnecessary.
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The thick curtains fell, and the hut became a whole by itself, and all the sight lines and the snow on the edge of the well were separated from the outside.
The cards on the card table were very scattered, some stood upright, some fell down, some were upside down, and some were not shown to anyone, vaguely still the endgame of yesterday.
Chen Changsheng and Mrs. Tang sat facing each other, across the poker table.
Tang Thirty-Six walked to the table, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Have you talked clearly?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Tang Thirty-Six said angrily: "Then hurry up and get out of the way."
"Can I stop you from sitting on your chair?"
Chen Changsheng got up helplessly and sat on the chair next to him.
Tang Thirty-Six took his original seat.
It was the position opposite to Mrs. Tang.
The position certainly makes sense.
After he entered the room, he wanted to drive Chen Changsheng away. Of course, he wanted to sit in this position.
"Now it's our turn to talk."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Mrs. Tang and said.
When he said this, the emotions in his eyes were complicated.
There are feelings of admiration, sadness and sadness, worry and reluctance, disgust and loneliness.
When this sentence was finished, all these complicated and unspeakable emotions disappeared, leaving only indifference.