Chapter 882 Master and Servant
Longque Xinghe was all happy, and each got the answer they wanted. Zhao Changhe had a dragon bird on his waist and Xinghe in his hand, and went back to drink in a happy mood.
Ling Ruoyu secretly glanced at the way he was holding her hand, lowering her head all the way, feeling strange.
Neither of them has the idea of a man and a woman. Zhao Changhe felt that whether it was a father or a master, it was normal and affectionate to hold the child's hand, but Ling Ruoyu always thought that this was called holding the galaxy.
Now the girl is always wondering what it would be like if he fought with his own hands, whether he grabbed both of his ankles and hit someone with his head... There seems to be this similar weapon in the world, called a one-legged bronze man.
If there is such a scene, how should you position your hands? Should you hold your head, keep them close to your legs, or spread them out to fly?
Ling Ruoyu covered his head... How could he consider such a thing? It's really bad.
Followed Zhao Changhe back to the Hou Mansion in a daze, and bumped into Tang Buqi who was going out to relieve himself in the backyard of the banquet hall. Tang Buqi drank some wine and grinned when he saw Zhao Changhe: "You're not dead?"
Zhao Changhe: “…”
Ling Ruoyu took out his hand without leaving a trace and bowed politely: "Senior."
“Senior?” Zhao Changhe said, “This is your brother.”
Tang Buqi: “…”
Ling Ruoyu looked at Old Tang, who had white hair and beard, and couldn't say that "Brother". In fact, Xinghe and Tang Buqi were not very familiar with each other. Tang Buqi didn't seem to exist in Xinghe's memory of that year. Now Ling Ruoyu only knew that Wu Hou scolded the master for not lifting his head even after being kicked by a donkey.
Zhao Changhe also remembered it and sneered: "Who do you think won't do it?"
Tang Buqi said leisurely: "Isn't it? None of our old friends have a son or a half. Even Situ Xiao, who claimed to have no interest in women, later married a wife and had children. Except for the sick Han Wubing, there were only There is a certain person who has not had a break for thirty years... No wonder, the certain person never goes to have fun with us, so that's what happened to my poor aunt..."
Zhao Changhe suppressed his blush.
But Ling Ruoyu raised his hand weakly: "I heard from Master that your Majesty had it back then..."
Zhao Changhe’s eyes lit up, Chi Chi is really there? If so, then I would be the earliest among my friends, the kind who can make people shine and blacken you in the circle of friends.
Tang Buqi had a look on his face: "Your family's swordsman heritage is really unique."
Damn it, even a fledgling girl knows the secret of the government and the public... This time, she didn't get back the chance, and she was shown off. Tang Buqi suffocated and went to the toilet.
The injury from the fake Xinghe Lingchi before still hurts.
Xinghe once again helped his master win a big victory, and the two of them entered the banquet hall with their heads held high.
He entered the side hall. He was not with the birthday guests outside. The tables were all in his own backyard. Except for Chichi on the throne and Sisi who was far away in Miao territory, everyone else was there. Seeing Ling Ruoyu follow Zhao Changhe in step by step, everyone also knew their choice, not to return to the Sword Spirit, but to become a little apprentice.
This choice did not surprise everyone, and Yue Hongling knew it would be the case. She waved with a smile: "Yu'er, sit here with Master."
Ling Ruoyu glanced around, still feeling strange. When I was Xinghe, I had fought side by side with them, so there was no need to be respectful to them. But when I was Ling Ruoyu, did I have to bow down one by one to show respect to my juniors...
Master said that you should be polite and respect your seniors.
She hesitated for a second and bowed honestly: "Hello, aunts."
A group of women blinked at the same time, subconsciously digging into their pockets for a gift.
It's so strange, look at this polite little white flower...According to everyone's understanding of Xinghe, you haven't seen anything about us. You really can respect us as elders in your heart. What's more, Xinghe is also a stabbing person. The magic sword with a blind eye and the blank made by Ye Wuming are not good things in theory.
I don’t know if she really changed her temper and became a cute girl, or if another black lotus disguised as a white lotus bloomed in front of everyone, and she had to be given a greeting gift affectionately.
Only Zhao Changhe couldn't see the Jiujiu in everyone's heart. He looked at them all with aunty smiles on their faces and gave them greeting gifts. One person gave him a jade pendant and another person gave him a bead. It felt like this kid had changed from the protagonist of a Jianghu novel to the protagonist of a group favorite. of…
"Hello, Aunt Baoqin." The gift was received in front of Baoqin.
Master Changshi looked at the little white flower in front of him, his face a little red. Just yesterday, he was still pretending in front of her and "fighting for a man with Sunset Excalibur". I felt that the society was very dead. It seemed that I had to bleed a lot if I didn't want to be publicized and ridiculed. Baoqin knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, took out a large stack of banknotes, and stuffed them into the little girl's arms with a smile: "You still need to carry some money with you when traveling around the world, don't be too young..."
Ling Ruoyu sat down next to his master with tens of thousands of taels in his arms and sat down obediently.
Her heart is bleeding when she holds Qin in her arms. It is the dowry that has been saved for a long time.
Yue Hongling knew a lot about it. She watched with a smile as her apprentice took the things from the hands of her love rivals. She smiled refreshedly and said, "Now that the big deal is settled, does Changhe have any new arrangements?"
When he is not around, you can just say that the world will not turn around without you, and everyone can make their own arrangements. Once he was here, he immediately became the backbone, and even Ye Jiuyou looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.
In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't want to make any plans at this time. He just wanted to spend some time with everyone, so he said: "There's no rush. The imperial court will first clear away the remnants of the Heavenly Dao in the realm, and let Sisi use her method to locate it." Tiandao position? I also want to see if I can re-forge Longque... There is quite a lot of preparation work, let’s talk about the next step.”
These are all nonsense that he would naturally do without telling him. The so-called Longque re-forging is not something that everyone can help with. Everyone knew what he was thinking as soon as they heard it, and they all sipped their wine with a half-smile but said nothing.
You want to accompany us, but we won’t let you accompany us. Everyone agreed, whoever comes first is the dog, who dares to show that he misses you in front of so many people.
Even if my heart is full of passion and I want to tell him goodbye, I still have to keep it straight on my face and say you should go to hell.
Ye Jiuyou was the first to stretch out and leave the table: "You guys eat slowly, I went to practice, and I feel like vomiting when I see someone."
"You still want to vomit?" Piaomiao said angrily: "Who hid him from others for so long?"
Ye Jiuyou said leisurely: "Can't you just throw up after watching it for thirty years? A corpse puppet that has no response at all. Whoever wants to look at it can look at it."
"Whoever sees is a dog." Huangfu responded: "Since there are no arrangements, I will go back."
Someone took the lead, and everyone stood up, turned around, and walked away. Yue Hongling also took Ling Ruoyu, who had just sat down, and left directly.
Ling Ruoyu: “…”
I haven’t eaten yet...
Aren’t you all gathered here just to see him? So what are you doing by saying you are embarrassed when you see him? A bunch of old aunties are still so awkward.
"Master..." Outside the house, Ling Ruoyu whispered: "Do you want to deliberately suffocate him to death? Let him come to beg you?"
Yue Hongling kept her eyes straight: "What else? We don't want to lose face?"
"That's wrong, Master." Ling Ruoyu paused: "He is not hungry at all. He has spent the past two days with Master Chang Shi, which is a long time."
Yue Hongling: "?"
It's over, everyone's alliance consensus may be ruined in the hands of this stinky maid. Baoqin was not considered his person back then, but this time he was simply considered his new recruit. What does it have to do with other people's agreements? I'm not afraid of being laughed at as a dog.
Ling Ruoyu was saying: "If you all ignore him, the worst he can do is find Mr. Chang Shi. At that time, you will be watching them and me, and you don't know whether you are suppressing him or yourself..."
Yue Hongling took a deep breath, took out a booklet and handed it to her disciple: "For meritorious service, I will reward you for the latest sword skills that I have learned over the years. I have studied hard these days."
Ling Ruoyu took the booklet with a smile: "Thank you, Master."
Different from other sword spirits, they generally come with their master's complete sword skills. Xinghe does not have a complete routine, because Zhao Changhe is not a swordsman, does not have a complete inheritance of swordsmanship, and has no swordsmanship at all. If there is, it is also the inherent meaning of the night sky in the galaxy. Therefore, even if Ling Ruoyu awakens Xinghe's memory, her master's guidance is still of great value to her.
And the master's figure flashed and disappeared, obviously he had gone to catch the rapist.
Ling Ruoyu put away the book and returned to the side hall leisurely. Sure enough, Zhao Changhe was no longer here. The little girl sat back down and ate at the table of food to herself.
While the master and apprentice were whispering, Zhao Changhe was running into obstacles everywhere.
Ye Jiuyou: "I'm going to find you Ye Wuming. I'm not familiar with you." Piao Miao: "We agreed to wait until you conquer Ye Wuming before you can touch me. Don't go back on your word."
Yuan Sanniang: "Who are you?"
Huangfuqing: "Where did you get that stinky pig? Get out of here."
Tang Wanzhuang: "...I'm here, I'll be laughed at, so I don't want it anymore."
Tang Buqi: "Your private courtyard? Why should we arrange a private courtyard for you? Who should sleep there? Oh, so you were kicked out by them. Hahahahaha, you have today too! Butler! I have ordered you not to sleep with this guest. Arrange the house. What? He is King Zhao? Who told you that he is King Zhao? Are you blind? Come and get rid of this person who pretends to be King Zhao!"
The dignified King Zhao didn’t even have his own independent guest house when he arrived at Wuhou’s mansion, so he was driven out by Wuhou like a dog.
Zhao Changhe stands alone in the atrium, looking at the sky speechlessly.
Hand holding Qin's head poked out from the side: "Master, here, here."
Zhao Changhe trotted over, held Qin's hand and quietly slipped into Tang Wanzhuang's waterside pavilion.
“Did you ask her to do the evening makeup? She’s not afraid of being laughed at?”
"It's because I live here too." Baoqin dragged Zhao Changhe into the small house next to the waterside pavilion: "This is where Baoqin lived before. Why does the young master need to arrange a place for us?"
Although the house was small, it finally had a place to stay. Zhao Changhe sat down on the edge of the small bed and sighed: "When will this day end..."
Holding the piano smiled: "I hit the shelf today, sweat on my body? Do you want to hold the piano to help you wash it?"
Go on, all of you, the more you want to save face, the more money you will make by holding the piano. What does your dog's agreement have to do with me? I'm a newcomer, hehe.
Seeing that Zhao Changhe still looked a little troubled, he sat down with Qin in his arms, biting his ears and said: "It's very simple for me to solve this problem..."
"Huh?" Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "I feel that they are all very angry... Some of them are not so angry, and they can't let go for the sake of face. I feel that this matter is very difficult to handle."
"What's the problem?" Baoqin whispered, "I just favored Baoqin in front of them, and within two days they couldn't bear it anymore..."
Sure enough, it is the standard answer.
In fact, Zhao Changhe knew that no matter who he went to, he could break the situation by being shameless. The most difficult part in this matter was not whether he could put down his face, but who he went to. No matter who you go to coax, the other person will only get angry. Haven't you been leaving someone alone for thirty years, and you just go to coax her? I am not as good as her in your heart, right?
So no one can go.
On the contrary, only here at Baoqin, there is no question of who to coax. Of course, it can only be done here, and no one has anything to say.
"Okay..." Baoqin kissed the man's neck gently and whispered: "Even if it's not to solve their problems... Baoqin still hopes that I will pamper you more..."
Zhao Changhe hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her.
Not long after, under the stars and moon, the faint and unsuppressed low voice of Baoqin could be heard from the cabin next to the waterside pavilion. In the waterside pavilion, Tang Wanzhuang was nestled on the bed, hugging the thin quilt, turning around, so angry that she almost relapsed.
The stinky girl stole my man right in front of her without even lowering her voice.
Others can't hear what's going on here unless they open their consciousness deliberately. I'm so close that I can hear it even if I cover my ears. It's a torture.
Damn girl, just wait for me!
Eh... You're such a good girl, are you begging for mercy? Tang Wanzhuang raised her ears.
"Master..." Baoqin was panting: "Isn't Baoqin very useless..."
Tang Wanzhuang: “…”
Hug Qin and act coquettishly: "Actually, Huo Qin is not that useless, mainly because this bed is a bit small... Should we change places?"
Zhao Changhe asked: “Where?”
"By the waterside pavilion, the lady's bed is so fragrant and soft..." Baoqin said, "Anyway, the lady can't be intimate with my uncle for fear of being laughed at, but it's not that I can't borrow the bed. The lady is very kind to me, no. Would be so stingy.”
Tang Wanzhuang: "?"
"May I?"
“Maybe the lady is asleep, let’s go secretly...”
Tang Wanzhuang's eyes were dazzled. Zhao Changhe had already appeared beside Baoqin, and two white bodies were intertwined and kissing beside him.
Tang Wanzhuang was angry and funny. She knew that Baoqin was deliberately creating opportunities for the young lady, and Zhao Changhe was also following the trend on purpose. For Prime Minister Tang, who still wanted to eat secretly in the afternoon, of course he was not angry at all, but why was he not itching in his heart?
It might be embarrassing for others, but this is holding the piano.
Serving him with Baoqin is not only deeply ingrained in Baoqin's heart, but also a fact that Tang Wanzhuang has long recognized, and there is no sense of violation at all.
Tang Wanzhuang maintained her last dignity and did not kick the adulterer and adulteress out of bed. She pretended to be sleeping along the steps where she was handed the piano, and turned sideways without looking inward. This was her last resistance.
The voice coming from beside me is seductive to the core, and it makes my heart feel numb. Tang Wanzhuang gritted her teeth. She really didn't expect that the pretty little maid she had seen growing up could behave like this in bed.
By the way, who disliked that big bear who could break the strings when he played the piano and refused to let himself get along with him?
Their movements became wider and wider, and their hands had already rubbed against their backs, which were deliberately facing backwards, and then touched their buttocks.
Tang Wanzhuang stretched his body and gritted his teeth to pretend to be dead.
"Miss...save, save me..." The maid's murmur came to my ears: "I can't do it anymore..."
Tang Wanzhuang: “…”
The movements behind him became more and more unscrupulous. Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat. The guy actually put Baoqin on himself...
How can you pretend to be sleeping like this?
Hold Qin in her arms and leaned over, Rulan's breath was right next to the ear where the young lady was lying on her side. Tang Wanzhuang finally couldn't help but gasp a little.
Lying on your side like this will make holding Qin very uncomfortable... Tang Wanzhuang thought drowsily, and slowly lay down straight.
The little maid was pressed against him, and the master and servant stared at each other in confusion, their faces flushed. Baoqin bit her lower lip and whispered with some difficulty: "Miss... don't look..."
The next moment it collapsed into a pile and was opened weakly.
The one covering him turned into Zhao Changhe.
"I..." Tang Wanzhuang avoided Zhao Changhe's kiss, tilted her head and said, "I did it to save Baoqin, not to be nice to you."
Before I could finish speaking, my mouth was blocked.
Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and responded obediently, highlighting that her body was far less tough than her mouth. The little maid rested nearby for a moment, then managed to stand up and stretched out her hand to untie the young lady's clothes.
Feeling the movement of holding the piano, Tang Wanzhuang felt a little dazed.
This strange and embarrassing scene seems to have happened a long time ago. Perhaps it should have happened thirty years ago and in countless dreams.
(End of this chapter)