Fortunately, I didn’t walk into the brothel gate. Otherwise, if anyone saw me, I would say to Xia Chichi, “Zhao Changhe entered the brothel”. Zhao Changhe really didn’t know how he would die.

When you enter through the back door, you can't see the appearance of a brothel. Behind is a small bamboo forest, with a corner of the bamboo building exposed in the forest, which is fragrant and pleasant, quiet and quiet. Occasionally, the sound of insects and birds singing comes, which is like a zither in the bamboo building. It is clearly a senior official of the court, but the smell of the secluded residence in the empty valley is overflowing.

The strong-dressed men were hidden everywhere in the bamboo forest. When they saw Zhao Changhe enter, they were all eyeing him.

Zhao Changhe didn't even look at it and stepped upstairs.

The sound of footsteps stepped on the floor, and the sound of the piano stopped the moment he arrived in front of the door.

Zhao Changhe stood outside the door and looked at the woman inside. For some reason, the high-ranking people Zhao Changhe knew didn't like to use servants when he was hospitalized. At that time, Cui Wenjing was waiting for him in the pavilion alone, and now Tang Wanzhuang is sitting alone in the bamboo building.

At this time, she was no longer as thick as the first time she saw. She was wearing a plain dress, long hair was hanging down, and her fairy posture was elegant. But her face was still pale, and there was still a sadness between her eyebrows. I don’t know if it was not cured of the illness or her worries, but she looked even more elegant.

Tang Wanzhuang stopped her slender hands and turned to see Zhao Changhe standing at the door, and smiled slightly: "Please come in."

This smile is like a weak plum blossom in the snow, so the spring breeze is warm and flowers bloom everywhere.

Zhao Changhe thought that the straight man of the steel could not help but jumped for a moment, and thought to himself that this woman was really beautiful, so beautiful that she could not associate her with a position like the head of the Demon Suppressing Department. The sick and weak immortal posture could not imagine the strength that was so scared that it was so scared by the Zhuque Venerable.

However, that was seen with my own eyes. What I was afraid of at that time was that she would kill herself, the "betrayer who was betrayed" with one sword.

It's like seeing each other again after half a load.

Zhao Changhe entered the door, and Tang Wanzhuang also moved her seat to the side of the coffee table and made tea with her bare hands.

Zhao Changhe sat quietly opposite, with tea fragrance and birds flying in the mist. Tang Wanzhuang's appearance on the other side was even more ethereal in the fog, like a fairy on the clouds, and it was incomprehensible.

Zhao Changhe had a lot of words to say, but he couldn't even say it, but he was poetic and picturesque, but he had no culture and could not think of a poem, leaving only silence. It seemed that in front of such a woman, no matter how restless the smell of the rivers and lakes would calm down, and the rivers gradually subsided, flowing quietly in the setting sun.

Tang Wanzhuang was also watching him. The young but rebellious boy at that time was now sitting upright in front of him with a long sword in his arms. The rebellious man was still there, and his youth had faded, and his power was like a tiger lying.

She brought the teacup and smiled and said, "Why don't Mr. Zhao say anything? Could it be that she was blaming the night makeup for the first time?"

Zhao Changhe said "tsk": "A person like you... such an atmosphere doesn't make people speak loudly."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled: "A real bandit, you can only say that this girl looks good. Wash it clean and wait. Where can the atmosphere and artistic conception come from? "

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Young Master Zhao has read books, so he feels the artistic conception of the bamboo forest and the setting sun and river water." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Maybe there is still poetry in his stomach, but he just refuses to speak."

Zhao Changhe simply said: "Actually, there are poems... but speaking them may not be much different from washing them and waiting for them."

Tang Wanzhuang didn't think it was offensive, but instead asked curiously: "I would like to hear it carefully."

"If I say, I dare not speak loudly, fearing that the people in the sky will shock the sky, will you think I am licking you?" Zhao Changhe said angrily: "But I am also very annoyed, because it seemed like this just now. I can only say that being beautiful is really cheating. I was a little angry with you, but I couldn't tell you, but I was a little weak and really angry."

Tang Wanzhuang ignored the words behind and repeated the poem in a low voice, with a little surprised in her eyes.

Zhao Changhe said: "Isn't this in this classic? Are you surprised by a hammer?"

Tang Wanzhuang smiled but said nothing.

It is different from the fact that you can recite poems from the vast number of classics; it is another matter if you memorize the poems and use them in your own mood.

This "scholar" aura is fully revealed in just one sentence, and no matter how many bandits he does, it cannot be concealed. If you only study urgently after adulthood, it is difficult to develop such an aura within half a year than to reach the eighty-eighth year of martial arts practice.

He was really born in Zhaocuo, a rural area?

She thought for a while and said, "Then why do you dare to say it again now? The more you say it, the more you become more straightforward?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Since you are talking, it will break the artistic conception, so it doesn't matter. So it is recommended that you pretend to be mute and sit there and play the piano in the future. What about the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger? You may turn your head and leave when you see you... Oh, no, they are all women, and they may not eat your tricks. The possibility of trying to tear your face is even greater."

Speaking of this, I feel sad. Now Baihu is slow to see such a beautiful woman in private. If he knows that he will meet such a beautiful woman, it is really a possibility of tearing her out, or tearing her out.

This woman is so fucking beautiful. Zhao Changhe doubts that if there is a ranking list, would this guy be the first? Unfortunately, it is not a book that is really born for troubled times, but just a page of the Heavenly Book recording martial arts in the world. If anyone really plans to go to troubled times, it will feel that it will be even more chaotic to make a ranking list.

Thoughts flashed, Tang Wanzhuang was saying, "So Mr. Zhao is really angry about Wanzhuang because of the wanted order."

"Not that. I was mentally prepared for the wanted order at that time. Killing people in front of the head of the court. If you are not wanted, you will be a ghost. This is my own choice. What's the reason for blaming you? You are willing to revoke this wanted order. I should say thank you. By the way, I've painted me well."

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes were even more smiling, and she felt quite interesting when she looked at Zhao Changhe.

Zhao Changhe finally picked up the teacup and took a sip, and smacked his lips as if he was scalded: "I just don't want to be like a piece on a chessboard, with a man from heaven looking down on it, throwing a new piece from time to time, watching the changes of the chessboard is like watching interesting monkey scenes. You are the same, and there is another person like this. She is too much more than you, so my resentment is all over her, and I am a little angry with you, so I often speak rudely, but I can't even say anything that really makes me hate you."

Tang Wanzhuang didn't ask who the other person was, nor did she defend her previous observations. She just raised her glass to show respect to each other: "Since that's the case, I'm not going to accompany Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Changhe was really angry and couldn't come out. He raised his hand and clinked his glass in a depressed manner: "I have said a few messy words to you, and apologized to you, don't bother with me, a rough man."

Before meeting, I felt that I didn’t know how to die, but it was that simple. When the other party had a demeanor and lofty ambitions, I would not bother you with such a verbal sensation as an ordinary village girl. The one who apologized first was her. The man who was soft but not hard naturally took the initiative to apologize and settled.

The two cups clinked each other and made a crisp "ding" sound, as if announcing the end of the grudge between the two. What we have to say from now on is the future.

Tang Wanzhuang drank all the tea in the cup. When she put down the tea cup, she suddenly bent over and slapped over, covered her mouth and coughed violently. Her elegant temperament just now collapsed instantly, and she was so sick that she seemed to fall down as soon as the wind blew.

Poor Zhao Changhe's straight man has ever seen such a situation. He was so helpless when he stayed there with a cup. Isn't it that a master like you was choked like this by drinking tea? No... This is because she has internal injuries but has not healed! What should I do?

It is obviously not suitable to go up and take a photo. What should I do? Watch it?

He thought for a long time before he remembered that there was still some injury medicine brought from the Cui family in his pocket, including internal injuries. He didn't know if it was appropriate, so he took a pill and handed it over: "This is still very useful to heal the internal injuries. I was kicked in my dantian before, and I had no problem with one pill..."

Tang Wanzhuang coughed hard, gasped for a few breaths, and waved his hand gently and whispered: "It's useless... I was so anxious that I broke through and injured my lung meridian. Your Majesty has no choice..."

"Cao, this is the number one on the Tianlist?" Zhao Changhe blurted out: "Why do I sometimes think he is awesome, sometimes I think he is just a fool! And you, a lady from a noble family, look at Danding, what's the need to break through? If Daxia lacks the level of your promotion, will you die?"

Tang Wanzhuang looked at his furious look with a strange look and whispered: "Don't be disrespectful to Your Majesty."

"I'm just a bandit, and he is the one who doesn't respect me. Do you bite me?"

“…especially you.”

Zhao Changhe choked for a moment and said simply: "I'm not!"

"Is that right?" Tang Wanzhuang looked at the dragon bird on his back: "Why... why are the dragon birds happy because of you?"

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PS: I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~

Today is also my birthday, and it is my 40th birthday. I won’t update it tonight. I will have a good birthday with my family and add Lantern Festival. I’ll give you my wish. I’ll add it tomorrow.
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