Chapter 877 Years
In fact, what Baoqin knew did not overlap much with Wan Dongliu's. After all, the Sixiang Sect did not hold meetings with Tang Wanzhuang all day long. Everyone was doing their own thing, and many things only relied on tacit understanding.
Just like the Sixiang Sect took advantage of Tang Buqi's birthday banquet, Tang Buqi himself was unaware of it. Huangfu Qing and Sanniang both felt that if they had told him earlier, the secret might be revealed.
Even though Wu Hou had worked hard for thirty years and developed the prosperity of Jiangnan, everyone still did not trust Tang Buqi's IQ...the prosperity of these thirty years was mainly due to the prosperity of maritime transportation, and pigs could fly when the wind came. Besides, Tang Wanzhuang personally intervened and gave guidance from time to time. Isn't Baoqin just here to supervise this time?
Wandong Liumei chatted with Baoqin, who was wearing a woman's bun, and just said: "Since you are here, I won't go to Gusu this time."
Zhao Changhe said: "It's my birthday, why don't you go celebrate it together?"
Wan Dongliu couldn't help but laugh: "We are close to each other and often get together. Just two months ago, he drank with me one night at our Xiaoxiang Pavilion."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
How come a night of drunkenness together makes it so refreshing and refined to talk about going **** together? Both of them are the overlords of one side, so there is no shortage of women. As for being so hungry...
“What kind of expression is that? It’s just for fun, it’s different from the ones at home. You’re just weird, you say you’re lustful but you never do anything like this.”
“Yes, yes, I’m surprised.”
Zhao Changhe listened secretly, and what was being said over there was: "Okay Queque, just tell me about my master. She also came to Yangzhou back then. What happens next?"
Bao Qin said: "After all, the hall is full of descendants of Marquis Wu. The old man left with a smile and no worries. If I have any regrets, it is that I didn't see the young lady's children and grandchildren."
Mrs. Tang, Tang Buqi’s grandfather, had a middle-aged girl who wore Tang Dynasty makeup for sixty years and was over a hundred years old when she left.
Perhaps these are the real meanings of these thirty years of sleep?
Logically speaking, time is a part of the way of heaven. Does the way of heaven always exist?
This thing looks like a feudal family head, but in fact he is an extremely enlightened old man. Letting his fourteen-year-old daughter travel around the world was not a decision that ordinary family heads would dare to make. That decision made the Tang family successful in the following decades. of brilliance.
"No..." Zhao Changhe sighed: "Just looking at the years like this, I am a little touched. When I get along with you, it is as if time has frozen at that time, and the feeling is not obvious. It can be seen that seeing Lao Wan and the others, the feeling is really... I don't even dare to ask "What's wrong with Uncle Wan now? I hung up on his life back then, but I didn't shoulder the responsibility to continue the treatment."
He is not as high-status and powerful as Lao Cui. After the rise of Tang Wanzhuang, Wanzhuang has the final say in all matters of the Tang family. He cannot compete with his daughter like Lao Cui, so he has no sense of presence here in Zhao Changhe. The most significant thing is to arrange royal marriage for Tang Wan, which started their karma.
If Tang Buqi and Wanzhuang had a baby, what would Tang Buqi's grandson, who was already crawling all over the floor, call this infant baby in the future?
No, your descendants and descendants all go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for prostitution. From this point of view, it seems that the years have solidified and never changed.
Actually, ever since we met, I have always felt strange in my heart. This feeling is really hard to describe. It would be even weirder to see their children and grandchildren in person.
If we talk about the cultivation of gods and demons at the third level of imperial realm, is this also a necessary path that has never been traveled before?
Wan Dongliu was startled: "How do you say that?"
In the end, Zhao Changhe did not cross the river with the Caobang people, but took Baoqin and his young apprentice on the original Suppressing Demon Division's boat.
It is really a spring and autumn dream in life, and it has never been so intuitive as it is now.
“It has been seven or eight years since the death of Gang Leader Wan Lao. He passed away peacefully in his sleep without any pain. In fact...our old man also passed away the year before last.”
Seeing that Zhao Changhe was silent all the way, Baoqin asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? I feel like you are a little depressed today."
“Then what happened? It was so noisy.” Long Que was impatient.
“Okay, I’ve arranged the boat and we’ll go at any time.”
“Anyway, Sisi said it’s okay.” Baoqin glanced at Ling Ruoyu, who was sitting on the other side of the cabin, and lowered her voice: “Actually, her master is also cooperating with this matter.”
Wan Dongliu was laughing: "That's natural. Are we pedantic?"
Baoqin replied: "This is what Sisi asked for. They said that they can use a kind of witchcraft to use these demon souls and beasts as guides to find clues to the way of heaven. The more demon souls collected, the better the location will be. The more accurate it is.”
“…” Wan Dongliu was severely beaten and drank without answering. Is there any way that all the most outstanding beauties in the world have been taken in by your master? Even the maidservants in the same room are more delicate and pleasing to the eye than others. It is not enough that humans have been taken in. Gods and demons will not let go, and even the soup will not be left for others. Compared with you, who is not a fan of vulgarity, does it make sense to distinguish who is more vulgar and who is more vulgar?
Wan Dongliu would not cry about this, but instead said: "This is not a big birthday anyway, common sense is to send a junior over to congratulate and give a gift. This time I plan to let my youngest son go out to see the world. "
Zhao Changhe always feels that this is like a competition between the Four Symbols Sect and the non-sect factions, each doing their own thing to see who can make meritorious deeds first... Among them, Yue Hongling seems to have "apostatized". Helping Sisi and Tang Wan make up.
Or maybe she is the one who bridges the gap. It is very likely that she has a conspiracy with Jiuyou, and the core clue seems to be the young apprentice.
The next generation rises and becomes famous in the world. The previous generation has passed away, leaving only memories. Peers with white hair discuss the relationship between children.
Zhao Changhe was astonished, and there was a day when Longque was too noisy? What's wrong with this world?
Ling Ruoyu was complaining: "You obviously enjoy the way I fawn over you."
“You know all this...Who said I enjoy this?”
Wan Dongliu said angrily: "What are you staring at? You and I are old friends. Even if I officially propose marriage to you on behalf of my son, isn't it normal? Although your current appearance is a bit weird..."
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Just like when I played Sword and Fairy Four and saw the gray-haired Murong Ziying in the ending. The feeling came to my heart and I couldn't express it.
It turned out that he was no longer there without realizing it... Zhao Changhe looked at the river outside the cabin in silence, and once again felt strongly that things had changed and that the world had changed.
Tang Buqi was kicked out of the Qianlong Ranking when he was old enough. His martial arts talent was far inferior to Wan Dongliu's. I don't know what he looks like now, maybe his beard and hair are whiter. There are many old friends who are even worse than Tang Buqi. I’m afraid I’ll have to see their tombstones in a few years...
"Forget it about proposing marriage." Zhao Changhe took a sip of wine and said with a sigh: "Are we still talking about the parents' orders? Let's look at free love."
Before, I always carried it on my back, but now I always hold it. The way the girl holds the huge dragon bird and whispers is so cute.
Zhao Changhe looked at the appearance of his old friend in his fifties and remained silent.
Zhao Changhe's eyes fell on Ling Ruoyu. Ling Ruoyu has always sat far away from the couple since he got to know them, not talking to them, but it seems that his relationship with Long Que is getting better.
Baoqin sat by and listened to his brothers' chat. At this moment, he couldn't help but interjected: "It's vulgar and vulgar. With your taste, do we really need it?"
“The way of heaven is outside the boundary. This is not an ordinary boundary separation. Are you sure you can find it?”
Zhao Changhe rubbed his head, shook off the strange emotions in his heart, and asked Baoqin: "What is the purpose of collecting those demon souls in your spirit bag?"
Zhao Changhe said thoughtfully: "But Ruo Yu may have some problems, so I suggest you don't make any plans... Most people can't afford it and will suffer disaster."
Zhao Changhe looked at him warily.
"I'm not sure at the moment. I need to keep a closer look." Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "It's getting late. Let's go to Gusu first and talk about it later."
“Do you dare to say that you are not?”
"What I enjoy is when you ask the story about how Longque was so domineering and cool and killed thousands of enemies. It's not about Yue Hongling. I don't dare to talk about their secrets casually. If I let them know in the future, I will die if I let them know. That's me "Auntie."
“Speaking of which, I have a question that I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time.”
"What?"
"Why do I think you always look a little like my master?" Ling Ruoyu was very confused: "And you can also find clues about Tang Prime Minister Cui Shouzhong and others from your face."
“Beautiful faces are all the same, and they all have something in common. Only ugly people can be ugly in all kinds of ways, like you.”
“If I hadn’t seen you as the Holy Sword of King Zhao, I would have thrown you into the river right now.”
“If it weren’t for you being a burden, I wouldn’t be hunted down!”
“You’re like a bird when you ask a story, but you’re a burden when you turn around. Is this how your master taught you to be a swordsman?”
"It's not because you won't tell me the story. Why do I need to fawn over you? A swordsman would rather break than bend." "Your standards as a swordsman are a bit flexible." Long Que smiled and said, "You still have something to ask me for. "
“Where is there?”
“If Xinghe appears in this world, wouldn’t it be impossible for you to compete for the core with your little cultivation? But I’m here and I can take you.”
Ling Ruoyu was greatly moved: "Really?"
"Of course, at least my level will not be lower than the ordinary Yujing, right. How many people can be above the Yujing?" Longque said, feeling a little guilty. It was just relying on itself to take care of it, not because it knew that the master was sitting there. around.
Ling Ruoyu didn't know it, and instantly turned into a fawning smile. He reached out and pinched the handle of the knife to make a massage: "Good bird, I'm going to..."
Even though the massage was meaningless, Long Que still enjoyed it: "As long as you say Long Que is Zhao Changhe's only arm, I will take you there."
Ling Ruoyu opened his mouth but still didn't want to say anything.
The swordsman would rather break than bend.
The ship's hull swayed slightly and it had docked. Zhao Changhe stood up and walked out of the cabin. When passing by Ling Ruoyu, he suddenly stretched out his finger and flicked the dragon bird.
The twin-ponytailed Lolita held her head in the knife and crouched in defense.
Zhao Changhe was in a good mood... The scene just now looked like two daughters playing around, reminding him that they were not the only ones with a family full of children and grandchildren.
Ling Ruoyu protected Longque to the side and glared at Zhao Changhe: "Don't be disrespectful to the holy sword."
Baoqin, who was passing by with Zhao Changhe on his arm, almost laughed out loud. Zhao Changhe was also laughing: "Aren't you the one who disrespects it the most?"
Ling Ruoyu was shocked: "Did you eavesdrop on us?"
Zhao Changhe leisurely disembarked from the boat and landed: "Little girl, take it easy when you are away from home. Your master was a real veteran in the world back then, and you are just staying like this. When will you be able to outdo your masters?"
Ling Ruoyu hugged Longque and followed angrily: "My master has nothing to do with you, don't keep repeating it, she belongs to King Zhao."
Zhao Changhe blinked: "Why, King Zhao doesn't have enough women? Don't you have any objection?"
"Can it be the same? King Zhao is our hero. Master likes him naturally because heroes cherish each other." Ling Ruoyu looked at the city gate in front of him and lowered his voice: "We are in Gusu. Don't be careless in front of Wu Hou. If you say anything about King Zhao, the Marquis of Wu is upright and restrained, and if you listen to others talking nonsense about the people of the country, you will be furious. "
Zhao Changhe opened his mouth wide: "Zheng Zhenglian, who are you talking about?"
Do you know that he was still visiting prostitutes two months ago?
"Wuhou, who is disrespectful to Jiangnan?" Ling Ruoyu looked at Baoqin and said, "It is said that Lord Chang Shi came from the prime minister's house. Seniors will know if they ask her."
Hold Qin, his stomach almost hurt from laughing: "You are absolutely right."
Everyone filed into the city. Ling Ruoyu found that there was a formal way for seniors to enter the city. He glanced at Mr. Chang Shi with some contempt, and then walked to the back door...
This was also her first time in Gusu, and she was very impressed when she arrived at Wuhou Mansion.
Wu Houxiong has been in the south of the Yangtze River for thirty years, and it is such a prosperous place. No matter how you think of it, it will be a row of splendid mansions, and even overtaking it is not impossible. As a result, when I saw it this time, I found that the Hou Mansion occupied a much smaller area than I had imagined, and there was nothing splendid about it. It could even be called simple in comparison.
The gate is heavily guarded and discipline is extremely strict. It was the birthday of Marquis Wu, and people from all walks of life came to celebrate his birthday in an endless stream, and the door inspection was very strict.
Ling Ruoyu then remembered that the reason why she came was to hand Longque over to Marquis Wu rather than to celebrate his birthday. If he handed it over, why did he suddenly feel a little reluctant... Moreover, Longque also said that he would take him to the galaxy to play, so he handed it over. what to do?
If you use the Demon-Suppressing Si Jade Card, you can enter, but don't you have to hand over your sword after entering?
While he was hesitating, he saw the captain of the guard checking outside the gate of the Hou Mansion shouting very excitedly: "Miss Qin is back home?"
Hello, everyone, Baoqin waved with a smile.
“Miss Qin, your hair…”
“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask.”
"Yes, yes, Miss Qin, come in quickly. Marquis Wu will be very happy to see her."
The guards who had just conducted a very strict interrogation saw Bao Qin as if they were family members, and they surrounded her very affectionately and went in. Ling Ruoyu followed him in blankly, holding the knife in his arms, and no one even asked her what she was doing there. , someone even asked: "Is it heavy for a girl to hold such a big thing? Can I help you carry it?"
"No, no need..." Ling Ruoyu seemed to be in a dream. It looked like the Prime Minister Chang Shi was visiting. It was obviously his family coming home...
Although Chief Shi of the Prime Minister's Office is probably a close subordinate of Prime Minister Tang, how can he be so close to the guards at his old residence in Gusu? Besides, theoretically, Prime Minister Tang and Marquis Wu should have separated...
“Having Qin come back?” A clear voice came from the hall: “Did aunt bring you something?”
He held Qin and said with a smile: "No, I came here to wish the Marquis a happy birthday."
“Okay, okay, you’re here, it’s the biggest surprise today.”
“In fact, there is a bigger one…”
Ling Ruoyu followed Baoqin into the hall in confusion. Looking through the bustling guests in the hall, a middle-aged man in brocade robes sat at the head of the table. His half-black hair was neatly combed, and a few strands of long beard were floating in the air. On the chest. Although there are some wrinkles and weather on his face, he can still see his youthful handsomeness and extraordinary bearing. Obviously this is Wu Hou, who plays an important role in the government and the public.
There were several young people standing beside him, not daring to breathe, which highlighted the majesty of Wu Hou's daily tutor.
I saw Baoqin Yingying salute, but it was not an official courtesy in people's minds, but a family courtesy: "Baoqin has met the young master."
"How polite are you to me..." Wu Hou smiled and raised his hand to show off, but the smile suddenly froze on his face.
Behind Huaqin, Zhao Changhe stood there quietly, staring intently at Tang Buqi's white hair and long beard, and the young people around him, without saying a word for a long time.
Tang Buqi also stared blankly back at Zhao Changhe in his prime, and it took him a long time to hold back a few words: "It's really unfair..."
“Whose nephew is this?” A guest asked displeasedly: “Now that I have seen the Marquis of Wu paying his birthday, why do I stand so upright and so rude? Is this how you meet your elders?”
Tang Buqi's expression twitched twice, stood up, and gave a hurriedly junior salute.
Who is so talkative?
Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and flicked them lightly, and the soft wind blew by. Tang Buqi finally failed to perform the ceremony, and a message suddenly appeared in his mind: "Don't reveal the secret first."
Looking up, Zhao Changhe still looked stunned. It seemed that the sight of the elderly Tang Buqi, surrounded by his children and grandchildren celebrating his birthday, had touched him so much that he was about to lose his mind.
“The Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty has arrived~” Suddenly a sound of singing came from behind.
Zhao Changhe suddenly looked back and saw that he was walking slowly in late Tang Dynasty makeup, wearing a large cloak and a long skirt with water sleeves.
Still with blue hair and bright eyes, quiet and gentle, walking towards the world like a picture of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
The water in his eyes is still the same as before.
Tang Buqi, whose hair and beard was all white, had only half-finished his junior courtesy, and finally said openly and openly to the beautiful lady outside the hall: "Auntie."
Inside and outside the hall, it seems like years have passed.
On one side is the flowing river and on the other side is the still pool.
In the middle is Zhao Changhe.
(End of this chapter)