The Book of Troubled Times

Chapter 250

Tang Wan makes up at home.

Baoqin stood guard outside the guest house, blushing.

What's the matter, brought the man back to take a shower, and ran away in a hurry, but it turned out that the poor Baoqin was here to serve.

Fortunately, he looked disgusted and drove Baoqin out like a pig, otherwise would he have to wait and take a bath in it?

No, why do you hate holding the piano? At that time, the strings haven't let you pay for it!

Tang Wanzhuang appeared in front of her: "Why are you standing here?"

Baoqin murmured: "Didn't Miss ask me to serve you?"

Tang Wanzhuang pinched her head and said angrily: "Let you arrange to fetch water for someone, and then why do you go there after fetching water? What are you thinking? It's been almost an hour, and you think he is a pickle? Long?"

Baoqin: "...I can soak for that long."

"Aren't you just a pickle!" Tang Wanzhuang glanced at the door and lowered her voice expectantly: "You have been standing outside, did you hear the sound of the piano inside?"

"No." Baoqin taught, "Miss, that's a stinky bear."

Tang Wanzhuang helped him explain: "This is an ugly time, no one plays the piano at this time."

Baoqin squinted at her and said nothing.

Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and knocked lightly on the door.

Zhao Changhe's voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Tang Wanzhuang pushed the door open, and saw Zhao Changhe draped over his clothes sitting in front of the window writing.

The sound of rain outside the window, the blue light on the table.

The man puts on his clothes and holds a pen, leaning over his desk at night.

Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, always feeling that this scene seemed to be in a dream, and it touched the heartstrings even more than the previous assumption that he was playing the piano.

It's a pity that instead of delivering a bowl of hot soup, I came to ask him when he was leaving.

"What are you writing?" She walked up slowly and looked up quietly.

But it is a secret book.

"The previous agreement with Sisi, I want to provide her with the sword emperor's cheats for a long time. The content of the last time is not much, and it is only a secret level, so it is unsustainable. I feel that they may not be enough. It should be given to the new one. It's over." Zhao Changhe said while writing, "It's an agreement after all... It's fine if you don't have a chance to write in a hurry on weekdays, but when you come to your place, you will remember when you see the pen and paper."

Tang Wanzhuang subconsciously blurted out: "Because it's Sisi, why not a different man?"

Zhao Changhe turned his head and looked at her strangely: "I made an appointment with Han Wubing back then, and I rushed over thousands of miles through thorns and thorns. He is not a woman. What does the promise of a man have to do with this?"

Tang Wanzhuang realized that she had lost her composure, and covered up her emotions by looking down at the words: "That's all. Hmm... Your set has broken through to the secret level?"

"No, it's just another set. In addition to high-end products, they also need quantity. After all, they are a group."

"Hmm..." Tang Wanzhuang let out a sigh of relief when he saw that he was distracted from talking about men and women.

How could Zhao Changhe have the time to say more, he is rushing to finish the manuscript, he is about to leave, it would be bad if he waited until dawn.

Tang Wanzhuang quietly stood by and watched, just like Gusu at that time, who habitually reached out to grind ink for him.

The lights flickered, but the house became quieter in the rain.

His handwriting became more and more beautiful. Although he didn't practice it deliberately, the rough and arrogant sharpness became more and more restrained, and the thick and majestic became more prominent, but if you look closely between the lines, the sharpness is hidden, as if breaking through the paper at any time.

Words are like a person, and he is now.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice holding a piano came from outside the door: "Miss, Yang Yaowu and the others came to report just now, saying that they are all ready. There are at least eighteen Zhao Changhes ready to go. Mr. Zhao's horse is also in the backyard, ready to leave at any time. "

The quiet night suddenly broke, Zhao Changhe stopped writing, and Tang Wanzhuang came back to his senses.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

"Okay." Zhao Changhe handed over the manuscript: "It's time for me to leave."

Tang Wanzhuang felt slightly regretful, and said in a low voice, "Don't be so rash next time, after all, it's not the time."

"Well. If I have your strength, the capital will be upset by me. All kinds of scruples are really annoying." Zhao Changhe stood up, stretched his waist, and suddenly smiled: "Here I come to the capital, how many times will I run around in one night?" The place is so messy that I don’t know what I’m doing... In the end, I found that it’s the easiest to be by your side, and I don’t have to think about anything.”

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips: "Aren't you still full of cheats?"

"Compared to other things, it's no different from leisure." Zhao Changhe raised the knife leaning on the table: "But actually I don't really want this."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned: "Huh?"

Zhao Changhe turned around and went out: "The next time I hope, with me here, you don't have to think about anything."

Tang Wanzhuang stared fixedly at his back, neither seeing him off nor speaking.

He has been doing this personally, to save some people from coughing.

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As if by God's will, when Zhao Changhe rode his horse away from Tang Wanzhuang's house, the heavy rain that had been expected suddenly stopped, and there was only a light drizzle, as if sending him off.

At the same time, there was a loud sound of horseshoes, and eighteen "Zhao Changhe" scattered out. Eighteen similar horses and eighteen similar knives came out of the four gates of the capital almost in no particular order, and scattered again. Go in every direction.

Tang Wanzhuang resisted not climbing up to watch, she was afraid that her gaze would reveal the real Zhao Changhe instead.

Huangfu stood on a high place with great interest, his eyes swept over the scattered "Zhao Changhe", as if he was testing whether he could recognize which one.

In the end, he focused on the figure heading south, which was quite recognizable. In fact, where will I find so many snow-walking Wuzi in a while, most of the horseshoes are painted white, and it is impossible to disguise the faces exactly like Zhao Changhe, but they are so abrupt that they can't be distinguished at first glance. prepared.

This fellow deliberately went south, in fact, you can go to Yanmen and walk through the west gate and north gate, but you have to make a big circle to the south, Huangfuqing is used to this fellow's wandering around.

Watching the figure go away, Huangfuqing sighed slightly.

Let him go to Beijing this time, and the whole situation completely deviates from expectations. The original plan was for him to come in quietly without anyone knowing except himself, and after he had arranged matters in the palace, he would go around in front of his younger brother before dragging him to leave Beijing again and go to the grassland together.

As a result, someone shouted at the gate of the city, which shocked the situation. He couldn't hide, and he didn't want to hide, so wherever he went, it was like rushing to the market, and he couldn't do anything in a hurry. Leaving the capital at night like this, it would be inconvenient for him to follow, he just came back, there are a lot of things to do, hiding in the palace can't be wasted.

Knowing that his choice was right, and that it was right not to let her follow her again, Huangfu still felt a little regretful.

Abducted him to go to Beijing, abducted wrongly, shouldn't have come so early. Perhaps after wearing the pig face, Jianhu Yanyu laughed and played like a girl, and the relaxed and wanton journey northward would never be there again.

The figure left the city and was never seen again. Huangfu took out the pig face mask, exerted a little force with his slender hands, as if he wanted to crush it.

But his hand froze in the end, and he retracted it into his arms after a while.

The left and right cronies whispered: "Grand Concubine, a letter from Grassland."

"Um?"

"The Venerable Xuanwu said, I understand. If he goes to the grassland, the Venerable will contact him."

"That's fine." Huangfuqing stretched out his slender hand to catch the drizzle, and suddenly said in a low voice: "He's not strong enough... Zhang Yang is so brave, but he's actually weak inside, unable to withstand the heavy rain. I don't know when he broke through the entrance and peeped in. Secret collection, how about the wind and rain on the day you go to the capital again?"

Zhao Changhe arrived ten miles south of the capital in the drizzle.

The sky is already light, there is a pavilion ten miles away, and there is a post beside the pavilion. There is an early shop outside the post, and there are people in twos and threes drinking porridge and eating steamed buns.

Zhao Changhe got off his horse, ready to have some breakfast before leaving.

As soon as he entered the breakfast shop, a pale old man caught his attention.

He was drinking... This early in the morning, when others drank porridge, he drank, sipping a piece of wine and eating peanuts, looking very happy.

His robes were beautiful and elegant, and he looked like a high-ranking literati...but a high-ranking official had no entourage, and he was alone drinking by himself.

Zhao Changhe's stare seemed to make the other party feel something. The old man turned his head and glanced at him, and smiled slightly: "Little brother, this wine gourd is not bad...it seems to be of the same interest. In this clear autumn season, when the rainstorm first breaks, the pavilion is lightly dawning." , can you have a drink?"