Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 141: I don’t know you in the big waves

Chapter 141 I don’t know you in the big waves

The dinner was very simple, just at the waterside pavilion in 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 with a winding wooden bridge, which is clean and elegant. The water flowed everywhere, and there were faint traces 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 looking for donkeys, and asked if there was Murong Gusu. It turns out that you are Yanziwu.

The little maid took him to the place and gave him a slight bow: "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 accompany me?"

The maid waved her hands 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."

"What do you do?"

"I am a handyman in the guest house..."

"You are here to greet guests, right, so you go and lead me?"

"Yeah...well, it doesn't really matter. I just clean the guest house and am not responsible for greeting guests. No one was there just now, and I wanted to hide away..."

Zhao Changhe was very funny, and 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 he couldn't seem to 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 it. In the guest house. Then he said directly: "You're in the guest house, right? It's your job anyway, so come and have dinner together and serve Mr. Zhao."

After saying that, he put his head back.

Maidmaid: "..."

"Ha..." Zhao Changhe almost stopped laughing and asked: "Hey, we are familiar with each other, what is your name?"

The maid held it in for a while, 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 Tang Wanzhuang. 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" with a smile.

There is a small round table in the hall, and there are many maids and musicians playing soft and soothing music beside it.

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 let 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 unaccustomed to it, and asked curiously: "Have you been scolded?"

"No." Tang Buqi said: "My father really praised me, saying that I did a good job in Yangzhou... Although I know that I didn't do much, I still rushed to attack Bailian Temple. Those on the front line should also receive some praise."

"There are other 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 a few words of praise at home, if you really want 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 the Caobang combined, but I am the soft persimmon in his eyes." Tang Buqi said in a low voice: "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 training, I shouldn't have brought a maid, I shouldn't have a motorcade, I shouldn't live in Uncle Wu's house, and I shouldn't even end up in Yangzhou. ...I should be like you, one person and one sword, and leave Jiangnan..."

Zhao Changhe sipped his wine and looked up at him.

"But you may die this way. You may die at any time, Brother Zhao." Tang Buqi squeezed the wine glass tightly and couldn't drink it for a long time: "You will die... I still have so many things to enjoy... …”

Zhao Changhe finally raised his glass: "Here, I respect you."

Tang Buqi was stunned: "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 was 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 good master in troubled times: "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 nephew, you are a good person. Don't knock on the door next time. You are my friend."

Tang Buqi changed his face again: "I don't want to be friends with you."

Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "Why?"

"When will you change the eldest nephew to Brother Tang, then it will be fine."

Zhao Changhe rolled his eyes: "Then he is still the eldest nephew."

Tang Buqi bulged his eyes.

"Drinking and drinking, I talk so much that my glass is numb." Zhao Changhe said contemptuously: "I heard that you were drunk for five days in Huajieliu Lane? 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 was a small gathering where we were supposed to talk about whether the Huqiu Sword Pond had been discovered and how we should explore the mystery of Gusu's evil spirit tomorrow, but in the end, not a word of business was mentioned.

Sometimes drinking with friends to relieve worries is not necessarily less important than getting down to business.

Everyone is a martial arts practitioner. They have good physiques and internal strength. It is difficult to have a different 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 returned to his old ways and hugged the little maid who had been standing by to refill the wine: "Player chess, give me a hug..."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"Hey, who is it?" Tang Buqi pointed at Sisi with his tongue out loud: "You, you, you, go accompany my brother!"

Sisi: "..."

Zhao Changhe's heart moved and he wanted to try this woman, so he pretended to be drunk and hugged her with a smile: "Sisi..."

Sisi jumped back: "Young master, it is against the family law to molest your maid at will!"

"Scoff!" Tang Buqi waved his hands drunkenly: "Then let my father punish me, what a big deal."

Sisi scratched her head: "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, you can do it yourself."

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "Then I won't force it. I'm almost drunk. 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, go, and serve my brother well!"

Zhao Changhe pretended to stumble up, even knocking over his chair, and staggered out. 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.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe was even more confused at this time.

Strange, I originally thought that this might be the fake goddess, the one who even kissed casually, and the scope of the clues I gave Gong Chaoqun was 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 crying: "Xiaofeng cooks wine and laughs at the bright moon, but the waves wash over the sand and don't recognize you!"