The Book of Troubled Times

"What are you thinking?" Tang Wanzhuang's soft voice came from beside him.

Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and smiled: "It's nothing, I was distracted for a while."

"Did Ying Wu's words remind you of anything?" Tang Wanzhuang continued to feed him the medicine, and said, "I also feel that your luck is extraordinary. There is a feeling of going straight to the ancient times, and it seems to be guided."

Zhao Changhe frowned and took a spoonful: "Your tone, it seems that you have this feeling for a long time, but you don't really care?"

Tang Wanzhuang said: "I've never encountered this kind of thing before, so it's hard to tell what it is... You're hiding it, because you don't trust me that much after all..."

Zhao Changhe twisted his face like a Muggle.

The smell of Daiyu is almost overflowing.

Tang Wanzhuang said that, but she didn't see any displeasure. She was still feeding the medicine softly, and continued: "It's just useless. Are you willing to give up the ancient tracing? Or even give up your own path of cultivation?"

Zhao Changhe said: "I can't give up."

"Then what's the use of thinking too much, I can only be timid for nothing." Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "It's good to have a solid foundation in my heart. When I actually encounter related things in the future, I have already counted them so that I won't be caught off guard... In short, no matter what happens, only when I practice myself can I have a choice. Just like Your Majesty, no matter whether His Majesty's current situation is good or bad, it is always his own choice."

Zhao Changhe nodded: "That's true."

"In short, since His Majesty has precedents, it is for your reference. It is better than having no reference."

Tang Wanzhuang has his own sense of propriety, no matter whether Zhao Changhe is the prince he wants to support or something that has deteriorated, he should have his own secrets and his own decisions. Whether he is a courtier or something, what he has to do is to be a supporter.

It's fine to talk about it with a petty temper, and I won't really ask the bottom line.

In fact, there was still something disrespectful in my heart that I didn't say. I felt that Xia Longyuan was like Zhao Changhe's king's predecessor in this matter.

"Have you relaxed in your heart? Take medicine when you relax." Tang Wanzhuang said angrily, "Obviously there is a Buddhist holy medicine that can heal injuries, so I just tried to touch it twice and I don't want it. Now I can lie down for another month, isn't it comfortable?"

Zhao Changhe watched her tenderly feeding the medicine intently, and drank it in small sips. The bitter medicine was full of Tang.

"If you can touch it more, it's worth lying down for another month..."

Tang Wan put on makeup to cover his face with the medicine bowl, and Zhao Changhe protected his face with both hands.

In fact, the medicine was gone, Tang Wanzhuang put the medicine bowl aside, angrily pulled his hand away, took a silk scarf and wiped his mouth for him: "Now I'm like a child who can't take care of himself, right? It's okay to take medicine, even wipe your mouth?"

Zhao Changhe spoke confidently: "I am Gubao, with my aunt here, what else do I need to do?"

"Who is your aunt?"

"Go out and ask who doesn't know that Tang Buqi is my brother."

"Tang Buqi has never been treated like this in his life. You want to be like him, right? That's fine, I'll get a broom..."

"What are you doing with that?"

"Tang Buqi has been beaten like this since he was a child!"

"...I'm not close, so the treatment is different."

Tang Wanzhuang viciously twirled the silk scarf around his mouth again and again, pressing him until he said "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Then she put away the silk scarf contentedly and wanted to get up to tidy up.

As soon as he stood up, his wrist was pulled.

Turning his head to look, Zhao Changhe's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was reluctant to let you go away.

Tang Wanzhuang's heart was also softened, and she said softly: "Okay, I'm really like a child. I'll clean it up..."

Before the words fell, a force surged from his wrist.

Tang Wanzhuang didn't resist, and "followed the trend" into his arms.

As a result, the idiot let out a muffled grunt, and his chest hurt. Tang Wanzhuang looked up and stared at him angrily: "Are you still playing?"

"Play." Zhao Changhe hugged her, turned over, and easily pressed her under him, kissing her deeply.

Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and catered to her, she was really, really used to it now.

Sometimes I wonder in my heart, is he a master of long-term fishing for big fish?

Yesterday I was obsessed with dual cultivation in my heart, and I didn't know whether I would like it or not. If he insisted on dual cultivation, he might not be willing in the end. He might not be able to succeed, but his position in my heart would plummet.

In the end, he tapped the acupuncture points to prevent himself from giving him the medicine, and stuffed it completely into his mouth. He didn't even share the power of the medicine, and he only considered the recovery of her meridians wholeheartedly.

Tang Wanzhuang knew that at that moment her heartstrings were plucked thoroughly, like the spring breeze blowing through the spring water, ripples appeared on the calm lake, it was Suzaku who came, and she couldn't help but want to show her affection in front of her.

The meridian is fixed, but the heart is moving. It hasn't stopped until today.

Just like the Q bomb outside the atrium, he holds it in his hand, from the inside out. He also bowed his head to eat Tang, saying it was sweet.

Even if he puts a long line to catch big fish, it's too late to wake up...

Why don't you be a prince concubine, why are you so stubborn, I am your master, but now I don't want to mention it.

What kind of master do you want to mention? How can there be such a master who is crushed by his disciples, and he is still very happy...

"Okay..." Tang Wanzhuang suddenly stretched out her hand and pressed his head against his chest to keep him from moving: "You are hurt, I can feel that you are enduring the pain when you do these actions, how can you be like this..."

Zhao Changhe pretended to be dead and lay down on it.

I also want to cry but have no tears in my heart. It really hurts, and I can't enjoy myself, let alone go further... Obviously I feel that she is willing, but now I can't.

Who understands this kind of pain.

"Let you be a hero and give me all the medicine?" Tang Wanzhuang could see his depression, and turned over with a smile, Zhao Changhe lay on the side like a dead dog.

Tang Wanzhuang leaned her head sideways to look at him: "Have you run out of medicine for the Four Elephant Sect?"

"No, but it didn't get better so quickly..." Zhao Changhe said wearily: "It will probably take a week."

"What does a week mean?"

"Oh, seven days." Zhao Changhe was so depressed. Now the atmosphere is just right, evening makeup is very willing, seven days to cool down, if it is picked up again, it will be a tragedy.

Tang Wanzhuang is putting on eye drops: "These two women are a bit ruthless in their actions. They actually searched for their souls. Now the remnant souls are still muddled. I don't know how long it will take to get back to normal... so that we can't ask anything we want to ask."

"Will you become an idiot?"

"No, after all, the level of the remnant soul is higher than ours, that is, it is in a state of shock and chaos for a while, and it will recover soon... If you give it some treatment, it will be faster." Tang Wanzhuang got up and combed the messy hair and skirt: "Speaking of it, I still have to take care of this matter, otherwise it will be bad if you go to the Ancient Spirit Clan and it hasn't recovered... Those two women really have no sense..."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "What's the matter with me going to the Ancient Spirit Clan?"

"I think it will be beneficial for you to take it with you. It knows Gu, so it must have something to do with the Ancient Spirit Clan. Whether it is an enemy of the Ancient Spirit Clan or an ancestor of the Ancient Spirit Clan, you can use it according to your own circumstances." Tang Wanzhuang saw that he didn't take the eye drops twice, and also turned his face angrily: "You just rest, I'll go and see you later."

In fact, Tang Wanzhuang was also afraid that if he continued, he would come back with injuries, so he ran away without waiting for him to reply.

Not long after going out, I saw Cui Wenjing who seemed to be enjoying the scenery standing outside the courtyard.

Baoqin, who arrived early this morning, was biting the bullet and guarding outside the courtyard with a blushing face, not daring to let Cui Wenjing in.

Tang Wanzhuang's face was so red that it reached the ears, and she pretended to be calm and greeted: "Ji Hou is well..."

Cui Wenjing looked at her blankly for a while, and finally said: "This old man is very good, I am afraid that some people are not good, I suggest you control it a little... how about the injury, do you think you are made of iron?"

Tang Wanzhuang's face was in hot pain, and she didn't know how to deal with her rival's father, so she took the hand holding the piano and ran away like flying.

The key point is that this love rival was found by himself, and the main room that he acquiesced to now seems to want to go back to the town magician a year and a half ago, and slap Tang Shouzuo on the face of Tang Shouzuo who thought he had planned everything to fool Cui Yuanyang to go to Beimang: "I tell you to calculate!"

Cui Wenjing watched the master and servant run away with a straight face, shook his head, and walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Changhe said: "I know you can't bear to...uh, uh..."

Cui Wenjing casually picked up the peg by the door, and walked over: "The old man is very reluctant to part with you. Seeing that you haven't recuperated enough, why don't you lie down for two more days?"

"Hey, hey, old Cui, you... what the fuck, help me!"

"It's easy if you don't want to be beaten. Let's sit down and talk, and set a date for the wedding?"