Chapter 141: I don’t know you when I’m in the big waves.
The dinner was very simple, just at the waterside pavilion of Tang Buqi, and there was no "good place" to go to.
But Zhao Changhe thinks this is the best place.
This guy has a large courtyard by himself. The house is built on the water and has a winding wooden bridge. It is clean and elegant. There was a tinkling of water everywhere and faint waves of silk and bamboo. When Zhao Changhe arrived here, he felt that the Huanshi Shui Pavilion and the Perfume Pavilion in his dream had already appeared before his eyes.
I was riding on a donkey to look for him, and asked if there was Murong Gusu. It turned out that you were Yanziwu.
The little maid took him to the place and gave him a brief salute: "My maid, please leave."
"Hey!" Zhao Changhe took his eyes away from looking at the scenery and greeted her with a smile: "Your young master invites you to dinner, don't you want to be with me?"
The maid waved her hand and backed away: "Each clan has its own division of labor, so don't mess around. I'm not here to serve the young master."
“Then what do you do?”
“I am a handyman in the guest house...”
“You’re the one who greets the guests, right? So you’re going to show me the way?”
"Yeah...well, it doesn't really matter. I just clean the guest house and am not responsible for greeting the guests. No one was there just now, and I wanted to hide away..."
Zhao Changhe was very funny. Just as he was about to tease him again, he saw Tang Buqi sticking his head out from the pavilion above: "Who are you talking to? Tsk...are you **** teasing my maid?"
Zhao Changhe responded: "Why did you flirt with the little girl after just saying a few words? Do you think everyone is the same as you?"
"Okay, okay. Who's in there?" Tang Buqi pointed at the maid, but it seemed that he couldn't remember the name. He paused and didn't hesitate. There were too many maids and maids in the house, and he really couldn't recognize the one in the guest house. . Then he said directly: "You're in the guest house, right? It's your job anyway. Come and have dinner together and serve Mr. Zhao."
After speaking, he put his head back.
Maid: “…”
"Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost stopped laughing and asked: "Hey, we are already familiar with each other. What is your name?"
The maid held it in for a while and then said, "Sisi."
Zhao Changhe smiled and said nothing.
This is not like the style of the Tang family at all. Look at the name of the maid next to the Tang Dynasty makeup. She holds the piano or listens to it... Anyway, the style is of this type. What kind of uneducated name are you talking about?
He didn’t expose it, and boarded the waterside pavilion with “Sisi” in his arms with a smile.
There is a small round table in the hall, and there are many maids and musicians nearby who are playing piano and zither, playing soft and soothing music, and the landlords and petty bourgeoisie are doing paramantes.
But Tang Buqi no longer hugged the maid to eat grapes. He sat alone by the window and drank by himself, as if he had something on his mind. Seeing Zhao Changhe come in, he also casually gestured: "Sit down, there is no one else, just us two brothers have something to eat."
“…” The eldest nephew has become a brother, which is a bit uncomfortable.
But Zhao Changhe also knew that the so-called eldest nephew had always been talking about it, and Tang Buqi didn't think so, so he sat across from him despite being unfamiliar with it, and asked curiously: "Have you been scolded?"
"No." Tang Buqi said: "My father praised me so much, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I know that I didn't do much, I was still on the front line in the attack on Bailian Temple. Yes, you deserve some praise.”
“There are still things that I think should be praised...” Zhao Changhe couldn’t laugh or cry: “Then since you have been praised, why are you looking so pensive?”
"What's the use of praising a few words at home, when you're really going to live at home all your life?"
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment.
"You and Wan Dongliu offended Ji Chengkong. He didn't dare to trouble you or Wan Dongliu, but he came to punish me. My Tang family is obviously bigger than you and Caobang combined, but in his eyes I am the weak persimmon." Tang Buqi whispered: "You accused me of sucking my aunt's blood. I felt very uncomfortable all the way. I wanted to retort to you, but I couldn't say anything... Others respect me, because I am the son of the Tang family, and others respect the Tang family because of Tang Wanzhuang, not because of their ancestors who have been dead for who knows how long."
Zhao Changhe stopped talking and poured a glass of wine and drank slowly.
Tang Buqi whispered: "I also know that for so-called going out for training, I shouldn't bring a maid, have a motorcade, live in Uncle Wu's house, and even the place of stay shouldn't be Yangzhou... It should be like Just like you, one person and one sword can leave Jiangnan..."
Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.
Zhao Changhe finally raised his glass: "Here, I respect you." Tang Buqi was startled: "You still respect me? Aren't you supposed to laugh at me?"
"Why am I laughing at you? Am I not afraid of death? I can't help it." Zhao Changhe said with a smile: "We are in different places. Maybe you are me and I am you, who is laughing at whom?"
Although he didn't say what to do in this situation...it's not something he could say, but it was indeed an excellent comfort.
Tang Buqi's sad face disappeared a lot, and he regained the smile of the troubled young master before: "Thank you. Speaking of which, it is quite strange that a person like you has no friends in the world..."
"There will be more and more from now on." Zhao Changhe grinned: "If you don't make some friends in the world, you won't be in the world. My eldest nephew, you are a good person. Don't knock on the door next time. You are my friend."
Tang Buqi made a face again: "I don't want to be friends with you."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
“Whenever you change your eldest nephew to Brother Tang, that’s when you can.”
Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "Then he is still the eldest nephew."
Tang Buqi's eyes bulged.
“Drinking and drinking, you talk so much that I can’t hold my glass of wine.” Zhao Changhe said contemptuously: “I heard that you were drunk in Huajieliuxiang for five days? It seems that not only are you not good at fighting, but your drinking capacity is also rubbish.”
“Fuck!” Tang Buqi rolled up his sleeves: “If I don’t kill you today, I will keep my mouth shut from now on!”
This small gathering was supposed to be about whether the Huqiu Sword Pond had been discovered and how to explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, but in the end not a word of business was mentioned.
Sometimes getting drunk with friends to relieve worries is not necessarily less important than getting down to business.
We are all martial arts practitioners. They have good physiques and internal strength, and it is difficult to match their drinking capacity. Tang Buqi's drinking capacity is indeed good, but compared with Zhao Changhe, it is obviously incomparable. Especially since Zhao Changhe felt that the maid around him was a ghost, he had no real intention to get drunk. He had been quietly resolving the drunkenness with his internal energy. After half an hour of drinking, Zhao Changhe was fine and Tang Buqi was already drunk.
Then he started to return to his old ways and hugged the little maid who had been standing by the side to refill the wine: "Chess waiter, give me a hug..."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
"Hey, who's here?" Tang Buqi pointed at Sisi with his tongue out loud: "You, you, you, go and accompany my brother!"
Sisi: “…”
Zhao Changhe's heart moved and he wanted to give this woman a try, so he pretended to be drunk and hugged her with a smile: "Sisi..."
Sisi jumped back and said, "Young master, it is against the family law to lustfully and humiliate your maid at will!"
“Tsk!” Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: “Then let my father punish me, what a big deal.”
Sisi scratched her neck: "Young master, just beat me to death!"
"Huh?" Tang Buqi looked at her with drunken eyes and said, "She doesn't look very good, but she is strong. Brother Zhao, this kind of girl is fine. I can't force you to do it. You can do it yourself."
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force it. I'm almost drunk, so you can rest. Is it always okay for Miss Sisi to accompany me back to do odd jobs?"
"This is her responsibility, as she should!" Tang Buqi waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and serve my brother well!"
Zhao Changhe pretended to stumble up, even knocking over his chair, and staggered out the door. Sisi hesitated for a moment, then went over to help her, and Zhao Changhe put his hands on her shoulders, pressing his weight on her body.
Sisi suppressed her blush and dragged him out like a child carrying a big bear.
Unknown to everyone, Zhao Changhe was even more confused at this time.
It’s strange. I originally thought that this might be the fake goddess, the one who even kissed casually. The scope of the clues I gave Gong Chaoqun was also wide enough, but this doesn’t seem like it anymore...
Are you trying hard to play the role of a strong little maid? Or is it another person?
Tang Buqi's singing voice came from the balcony behind him: "I am born with talents that will be useful..."
Then laughter turned into loud crying: "The morning breeze cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, and the waves wash over the sand without recognizing you!"
(End of this chapter)