Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 177: Taking care of yourself can take care of the world

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 Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor 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 was convinced.

Sisi is here recently to assist the Zhenmo Division in this matter, exploring various space nodes to see how to hide them back into the alien space.

Zhenmo Si has done similar things before and has experience. Sisi understands the tomb restrictions, which saves Zhenmo Si from a lot of careful surveying. Today is the time to prepare for implementation, so Sisi He immediately retired without 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 are you just waiting to see him and say something cruel like "I want to take you as a slave"?

No one knows.

Zhao Changhe had a falling out a few days ago, but he didn’t have any special feelings in his heart. He felt that her trouble was expected, and his breaking off the relationship was a natural reaction. How could he feel?

It was a little regretful that no one could tease her, but Tang Wanzhuang's feeling was not inferior at all, which made 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.

The same treasure hunt, the same conflicts, I hoped to see Xia Chichi again, but she was not Chichi after all.

"Boom!"

The tremor in front 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 diagrams that had been carved gradually over the past few days and various objects with unrecognizable purposes.

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.

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, water light filled the sky, and the refracted light formed a space. Dislocation, the passage suddenly seemed to be distorted, and it was no longer visible 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 the fairy Lingbo, or like the 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 mysterious and beautiful scene he has seen since time travel.

But looking at the people in the Demon Suppressing Division around them, no one showed any admiration. Instead, they all knelt down on one knee and solemnly said: "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 out blood visibly, and her snow-white chin was dotted with bright red.

Zhao Changhe moved over almost instinctively and supported her: "How are you? Are you spending 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 holding her. She was very measured and didn't say anything. She just whispered: "Help me back."

The subordinates looked at each other, a little surprised, but did not say anything. They quietly stood up and watched Zhao Changhe slowly go down the mountain while supporting Tang Wanzhuang.

Bao Qin was standing not far away, his hands still trying to come forward to help. He stared blankly at the man helping the young lady away, not knowing whether he should follow her.

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"Where's Baoqin?" After helping Tang Wanzhuang reach 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. As a result, he looked around and didn't see Baoqin, even doing miscellaneous tasks on the waterside pavilion. None of the rough messengers and 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 entered in his life would be made by 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: "Want to drink?"

Tang Wanzhuang shook his head slightly: "I'll cough after drinking it... just rest."

"Your situation is too exaggerated. What kind of medicine will help? Is there any in the house? I will look for it."

"It's useless..." Tang Wanzhuang whispered: "It's just that the exercise was too intense and touched the lung meridian. It's not overdrawn or injured. Just rest."

No wonder she was ranked higher than Miroku before her breakthrough, 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 look at this The situation is that the space is really folded and distorted, and the dimensions are really isolated again.

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 will Can you withstand it?

But then again, the country is corrupt, and 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."

Tang Wanzhuang remained silent.

Of course it has an impact, and it has a huge impact.

Zhao Changhe said: "You still told me to calm down and let me learn piano, 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. Just listen to the piano, read a book, 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 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 plays it? Bao Qin or you?"

Zhao Changhe said calmly: "If you want to listen to me playing the piano randomly, then I will play it for you. Bojun Yile, that's it."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned and looked at his expression strangely.

Zhao Changhe has 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 wonder, if Daxia Without you, there will still be a few left who are willing to sacrifice their lives for Daxia."

Tang Wanzhuang suddenly said: "Are 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 Baoqin stuck his head out of the door.

Tang Wanzhuang didn't even turn her head, but seemed to know 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'll play it for you, miss, Baoqin is playing very 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 ahead and bring the piano."