Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 877: Years

Chapter 877 Years

In fact, what Baoqin knows does not overlap much with Wan Dongliu. After all, the Four Symbols Sect does not hold meetings with Tang Wanzhuang all day long. Everyone is doing their own thing, and many things only rely on tacit understanding. .

Just like the Sixiang Sect took advantage of Tang Buqi’s birthday banquet, Tang Buqi himself was completely unaware of it. Both Huangfu Qing and Sanniang felt that if they had told him earlier, the secret might have been exposed.

Even though Wu Hou had worked hard for thirty years to develop 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?

Wan Dongliu did not talk much 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 we go celebrate it together?"

Wan Dongliu burst into laughter: "We are close and we get together often. Just two months ago, he was drunk with me all night in our Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Why did a night of drunkenness together sound so refreshing and refined to say that we went to whoring together? Both of them are 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. It's just that you're weird, you say you're lustful but you never do these things."

"Yes, yes, I'm surprised."

Baoqin was sitting by and listening to his brothers chatting. At this moment, he couldn't help but interjected: "It's vulgar and vulgar, you only have such a little taste, do we need it?"

"..." Wan Dongliu was severely beaten and refused to answer after drinking. 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 meet me. See the world."

Zhao Changhe looked at him warily.

Wan Dongliu said angrily: "Why are you staring at me? You and I are old friends. Even if I officially propose marriage to you on behalf of my son, isn't it normal? Although it looks a bit weird to Meng Zhongjie. of..."

Zhao Changhe looked at the appearance of his old friend in his fifties and remained silent.

Actually, I have always felt weird in my heart since we met. It is really hard to describe this feeling. It would be even weirder to see their children and grandchildren in person.

Just like when I played Sword and Fairy IV and saw the gray-haired Murong Ziying in the ending. The feeling came to my heart and I couldn't express it.

Tang Buqi was kicked out of the Qianlong Ranking when he was old enough. His martial arts talent is far inferior to that of Wan Dongliu. 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...

It’s really a great spring and autumn dream in life, it has never been so intuitive as it is now.

As for 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?

"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."

Wan Dongliu is laughing: "That's natural. Are we pedantic?"

Zhao Changhe said thoughtfully: "But there may be something wrong with Ruoyu, so I suggest you don't make any decisions... Most people can't afford it and will suffer disasters."

Wan Dongliu was startled: "How do you say that?"

"I'm not sure at the moment. I need to observe again." Zhao Changhe looked at the sky: "It's getting late. Let's go to Suzhou first and talk about it later."

"Okay, I've arranged the boat and I'll go at any time."

In the end, Zhao Changhe did not cross the river with the Caogang people, but took Baoqin and his young apprentice on the original Zhenmosi boat.

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."

"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 meeting Lao Wan and the others, the feeling is really... I didn’t even dare to ask Uncle Wan how he was doing now. I hung up on his life back then, but I didn’t shoulder the responsibility to continue the treatment.”

"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."

Grandpa Tang, Tang Buqi’s grandfather, had a middle-aged girl who had Tang Wanzhuang for sixty years and was over a hundred years old when he left.

He is not as high-status and powerful as Lao Cui. After the rise of Tang Wanzhuang, Wanzhuang had the final say in all matters concerning the Tang family. He could not compete with his daughter like Lao Cui, so he did not exist here in Zhao Changhe. feel. The most significant thing is to arrange royal marriage for Tang Wan, which started their karma.

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 future. Decades of glory.

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 human world had changed.

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.

Perhaps this is the real meaning of these thirty years of sleep?

It stands to reason that time is a part of the way of heaven. Does the way of heaven always exist?

Bao Qin said: "After all, the descendants of Marquis Wu are all in the house. 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."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

If Tang Buqi and Wan Zhuang 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 are still going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion for prostitution. From this point of view, it seems that the years have solidified and never changed.

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?"

Baoqin replied: "This is what Sisi asked for. They said that they can use a kind of witchcraft to use these demonic souls and beasts as guides to find clues to the way of heaven. The more demonic souls collected, the more likely they are to arrive. The positioning will be more accurate.”

"The way of heaven is outside the boundary. This is not an ordinary boundary separation. Are you sure you can find it?"

"Anyway, Sisi said it's okay." Baoqin glanced at Ling Ruoyu, who was sitting on the other side of the cabin, and lowered his voice: "Actually, her master is also cooperating with this matter."

Zhao Changhe always feels that this is like a competition between the Four Symbols Sect and the factions outside the sect, each doing its own thing to see who can make meritorious deeds first... Among them, Yue Hongling seems to have "apostatized". As Dai Baihu, The venerable one is helping Sisi and Tang Wan make up.

Or maybe she is the one who bridges the gap. It is very likely that she is also conspiring with Jiuyou, and the core clue seems to be the young apprentice.

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.

I used to carry 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 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, and what happened next?"

"Then what? It was so noisy." Long Que was impatient.

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 this...who said I enjoy this?"

"Do you dare to say that you are not?"

"What I enjoy is the story of how you ask Longque how he dominates and kills thousands of enemies, not Yue Hongling. I don't dare to talk about their secrets casually. I will die if I let them know in the future. That’s my aunt.”

"Speaking of this, I have a question that I have been wanting to ask you for a long time."

"What?"

"Why do I always think you look a little like my master?" Ling Ruoyu was very confused: "And you can also find clues about Tang Prime Minister Cui Shozuo 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."

"Hey, you're promising. If my aunt hadn't helped you kill people before, the grass on your grave would have been three feet high."

"If it weren't for you being a burden, I wouldn't be hunted down!"

"You are like a bird when you ask a story, but you are a burden when you turn around. Is this how your master taught you to be a swordsman?"

"Why should I fawn over you if you don't tell me the story? That's how a swordsman would rather break than bend."

"You have a somewhat flexible standard as a swordsman." Long Que smiled and said, "You still have something to ask for from me."

"Where is it?"

"If Xinghe appeared in this world, wouldn't it be impossible for you to get close to compete for the core with your little cultivation? But I am here and can guide 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 are above the Yujing?" Longque said, feeling a little guilty. The master is sitting next to him.

Ling Ruoyu didn't know it, but he suddenly became fawning, stretched out his hand to pinch the handle of the knife and massaged it: "Good bird, I want to go..."

Obviously the massage is meaningless, but Long Que still enjoys 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.

A 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-ponytail loli crouched in defense with her head in the knife.

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 disembarked leisurely and landed on the shore: "Little girl, please take it easy when you are away from home. Your master was a real veteran 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 and lowered his voice: "We are in Gusu, don't do it in front of Wu Hou If you talk casually about the King of Zhao, the Marquis of Wu is a man of uprightness and seriousness. If you listen to others talking about the country's officials, you will be furious."

Zhao Changhe opened his mouth wide: "Integrity and solemnity, who are you talking about?"

Did you know that he was still visiting prostitutes two months ago?

"Wu Hou, who is disrespectful in the south of the Yangtze River." Ling Ruoyu looked at Baoqin and said: "It is said that Lord Changshi came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seniors will know if they ask her."

My stomach almost hurt from laughing when I hugged Qin: "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 Master 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 overstepping 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 entrance 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 he came here 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. , what should I do if I hand it in?

If I use the Demon-Suppressing Si Yu Card, I can get in, but if I get in, why don’t I hand over my sword?

While he was hesitating, he saw the captain of the guard checking outside the Hou Mansion shouting very excitedly: "Miss Qin is back home?"

Baoqin waved with a smile: "Hello everyone."

"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 were like seeing family members, and they crowded in very affectionately. Ling Ruoyu followed behind with a knife in his arms, and asked her what she was doing here. No one was there, and some even asked: "Is it heavy for a girl to hold such a big thing? Can the little one help you carry it?"

"No, no need..." Ling Ruoyu seemed to be in a dream. Look at this appearance. It's Prime Minister Chang Shi's visit. It's 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 Suzhou? What's more, theoretically, Prime Minister Tang and Marquis Wu should have separated...

"Bao Qin is back?" A clear voice came from the hall: "Did aunt bring you something?"

Bao Qin smiled and said: "No, I came here to wish the Marquis a happy birthday."

"Okay, okay, your coming is 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 and not-white hair was neatly combed, with a few strands Long beard floats 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 usual tutor.

But I saw Baoqin Yingying salute, but it was not an official courtesy in people's minds, but a family ceremony: "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 Baoqin, 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 looked back at Zhao Changhe in his prime, and it took 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 Wu Hou pay his birthday, why do I stand so upright and so rude? Is this how I meet my elders?"

Tang Buqi's expression twitched twice, stood up, and made a fussy junior salute.

Who is so talkative?

Zhao Changhe stretched out his fingers and flicked, and the soft wind blew by. After all, Tang Buqi failed to perform the ceremony, and a message suddenly appeared in his mind: "Don't reveal the secret first."

Looking up, Zhao Changhe's expression was still hesitant. It seemed that the sight of the elderly Tang Buqi's children and grandchildren gathered around him to celebrate his birthday had touched him so much that he almost lost his mind.

"The Prime Minister of the Tang Dynasty has arrived~" A sound of singing came from behind.

Zhao Changhe suddenly looked back and saw Tang Wanzhuang, wearing a large cloak and a long skirt with water sleeves, coming slowly.

Still green 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 autumn water in my eyes is just like before.

Tang Buqi, who had white hair and beard, had only half-finished his junior courtesy, and finally said openly to the beauty outside the hall: "Auntie."

It seems like years have passed inside and outside the hall.

On one side is the flowing river, on the other side is the still pool.

In the middle is Zhao Changhe.

(End of this chapter)