Chapter 177 Only by taking care of yourself can you take care of the world
Not only is Sisi gone, but it’s time for the Sword Emperor’s Mausoleum to be sealed again.
This is the program that Zhao Changhe put forward very early on. The Sword Emperor's Mausoleum cannot be exposed here forever. If someone accidentally breaks in and the Sword Emperor gets up, it will be a complete tragedy. What's more, Maitreya may cause trouble, and Gusu is the front line. If Maitreya takes over one day, I don't know how many troubles he will cause.
Tang Wanzhuang deeply believed in this.
Sisi is here recently to assist the Demon Suppressor in doing this, exploring various space nodes to see how to hide them back into the alien space.
The Demon-Suppressing Division has done similar things before and has experience. Sisi understands the restrictions on the mausoleum, which saves the Demon-Suppressing Division from a lot of careful surveying. Today is the time to prepare for the implementation, so Sisi succeeds directly. He retreated, not even saying hello to Tang Wanzhuang, because he had already said it.
It seems that I stayed here just to wait for Zhao Changhe's latest sword manual.
Or maybe you just wait to see him and say something cruel like "I will take you as a slave"?
No one knows.
Zhao Changhe had a falling out a few days ago. He didn't have any special feelings in his heart. He felt that her trouble was expected, and his breakup of friendship was a natural reaction. How could he feel?
It is a little regretful that no one can tease her, but the feeling of wearing red sleeves and makeup in the late Tang Dynasty is not inferior at all, which makes this regret go away. But when Sisi really left, Zhao Changhe's eyes that could speak appeared in his heart from time to time, and when he finally left, he could not speak with anger or resentment.
So I know that I still regret it after all.
Same treasure hunt, same conflicts, I hoped to see another Xia Chichi, but she was not Chichi after all.
“Boom!”
The tremor in front of him woke up Zhao Changhe who was distracted.
Looking around, at the entrance of the original sword pool, hundreds of people from the Suppressing Demon Division formed a formation. They built a huge formation based on the formation diagram that had been gradually carved over the past few days and various objects whose purpose they could not recognize.
Tang Wanzhuang is at the core of the formation, holding a divine sword, hanging low in the air, with fluttering clothes.
—She can really hang in the air, but I don’t know if she can really fly at full power?
Not only will it be suspended in the air, but what it is doing at this time is also very fantasy.
The soft light like water spread around her body, spreading around, and connected with the preset array eyes. Huge energy suddenly erupted in the center and trembled. Amidst the rumbling sound, the water light filled the sky, and the refracted light formed a spatial dislocation. The passage suddenly seemed to be distorted, and it was no longer possible to see where the passage was.
The light of water reappears at the location of the pothole, and I don’t know whether it is real water or a mirage.
In the late Tang Dynasty, the lotus feet were placed in the middle of the water, like a Lingbo fairy, or like a lotus growing in the water, turning into a beautiful woman and walking out of the world.
Zhao Changhe believes that he may not be able to forget this scene for many years. It is the most fantastic and beautiful scene he has seen so far.
However, looking at the people from the Demon Suppression Division around, no one showed any admiration. Instead, they all knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, take care of yourself."
Tang Wanzhuang was just on the ground when she suddenly staggered, then covered her heart and coughed violently, coughing and coughing, and she coughed up blood visibly, and her snow-white chin was dotted with bright red.
Zhao Changhe moved over almost instinctively and supported her: "How are you? Did you consume too much?"
Tang Wanzhuang gasped and gently wiped the blood on her lips. She lowered her head and looked at the position of Zhao Changhe's arm, which was holding her. She didn't say anything, but said softly: "Help me go back."
The subordinates looked at each other, a little surprised, but they didn't say anything. They quietly stood up and watched Zhao Changhe helping Tang Wanzhuang slowly go down the mountain.
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"Where's Baoqin?" After helping Tang Wanzhuang to her waterside pavilion, Zhao Changhe realized that it was not good to enter someone's boudoir like this. It would be best to leave it to a maid. However, when he looked around, he didn't see Baoqin, not even the rough guy doing the waterside pavilion. None of the maids were seen. "I don't live at home all the time. There is no special caretaker girl in the courtyard. They are all temporarily assigned and don't live here." Tang Wanzhuang said softly: "Just help me in. It's nothing. Why bother to look good."
Zhao Changhe thought about it and realized that there was no need to be fussy, so he helped her into the boudoir.
—This is the first time in Zhao Changhe’s life that he has entered a woman’s boudoir. Half an hour in advance, he would never have imagined that the first woman’s boudoir he would enter in his life would be that of Tang Wanzhuang...
Smelling the fragrance that came with the room, Zhao Changhe felt inexplicably nervous and his face turned red unconsciously. He did not dare to look around at the furnishings and quickly helped her sit on the bed. Turning around, he saw a teapot on the table next to him. Zhao Changhe quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over: "Would you like to drink?"
Tang Wanzhuang shook her head slightly: "I'll cough after drinking it...just rest."
“This situation is too exaggerated. What kind of medicine is helpful? Is there any in the house? I’ll look for it.”
"It's useless..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "It's just that the exercise was too strenuous and touched the lung meridian. It's not overdrawn or injured. Just rest."
No wonder she was ranked higher than Miroku before she broke through, and after her breakthrough she was still about the same level as Miroku. She didn't dare to exert herself too much, otherwise she would cough up and die first without waiting for others to beat her.
From what I just saw, the power she exerted at full power is really terrifying... Zhao Changhe's original idea of "re-sealing the mausoleum" was just to hide it and devise some deception methods so that no one could find it, but this situation is true. Folding distorts space, truly re-isolating dimensions.
Even with the help of formations and the combined efforts of many people, her core strength is too strong.
It's a pity that she can't act rashly, otherwise Zhao Changhe doesn't think she can cut off Maitreya's head directly at her level... No wonder every family is intimidated by the number one ranking in the sky. If Xia Longyuan goes crazy, who can withstand it?
But then again, when the country is corrupted, relying on personal force to kill other people's leaders will not cure the root cause.
Zhao Changhe had these thoughts in his mind and didn't know what to say for a moment. He could only say: "Then you should rest more. I think in addition to the intense exercise, you are also working too hard, which will definitely have an impact."
The late Tang Dynasty made up and said nothing.
Of course it has an impact, and the impact is huge.
Zhao Changhe said: "You still asked me to calm down and let me learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I think it's better for you to take it easy on your own. Don't worry about the Jiangnan Maitreya Cult. Listen to music, read books and have a good rest."
Although Tang Wanzhuang knew that this guy was always flirting and was not a child, after hearing these words, she still felt inexplicably like a child trying to teach an adult... She couldn't help but feel a little funny and asked deliberately: "Listen to the piano? Who played it? Baoqin or you?"
Zhao Changhe said calmly: "If you want to hear me play the piano randomly, then I will play it for you. Bojun Yile, that's it."
Tang Wanzhuang was startled and looked at his expression strangely.
Zhao Changhe had no expression: "I always say that others are like children, but I think you are a child. Take care of yourself first, then you can cultivate others, and then you can take care of the world. Looking at the people in the Demon Suppression Division, I'm thinking, what if Daxia didn't have you? , there are still a few left who are willing to work hard for Daxia."
Tang Wanzhuang suddenly said: "You too?"
"I don't want to sacrifice my life for Daxia, but as long as you are here for a day, at least I will not go against you. So live well, my lord."
Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes stayed on his face for a while, then he coughed lightly and whispered: "Then... you play the piano for me."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment, then held Qin and stuck his head out from the door.
Tang Wanzhuang didn’t even turn her head. She seemed to know that she was coming and asked, “Is the string ready?”
"...It's good." Baoqin glanced at Zhao Changhe carefully: "Let him play, will it break again... I'd better play it for you, miss, Baoqin is playing really well now!"
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly: "Even if you break the string, you can also know the sound, so why is it good or bad? Go and get the piano."
(End of this chapter)