Chapter 250 Can I Drink a Cup of Wine?

Zhuang's home in the late Tang Dynasty.

He held the piano and stood outside the guest house, blushing with embarrassment.

What's the matter? I brought the man back to take a shower, and then ran away quickly. As a result, I ended up with the poor Qin waiting here.

Fortunately, he had a look of disgust on his face and drove Baoqin out like a pig. Otherwise, would he have to wait and shower inside?

No, you stinky bear, why do you dislike Bao Qin? At that time, you didn’t have to pay for the strings!

Tang Wanzhuang appeared in front of her: "Why are you standing here?"

Baoqin murmured: "Didn't the young lady ask me to serve you?"

Tang Wanzhuang pinched her head and said angrily: "I asked you to arrange for someone to fetch water. After that, go and do whatever you want. What are you thinking about? It's been almost an hour. Do you think he is a pickle?" Long?"

Baoqin: "...I can soak in it for that long."

"Aren't you just a pickle!" Tang Wanzhuang glanced at the door and lowered her voice expectantly: "You have been standing outside, have you heard the sound of the piano inside?"

"No." Baoqin educated him, "Miss, that's just a stinky bear."

Tang Wanzhuang explained to him: "This is the ugly time. No one can play the piano at this time."

Baoqin looked at her sideways and said nothing.

Tang Wanzhuang coughed twice and knocked lightly on the door.

Zhao Changhe's voice came from inside the door: "Please come in."

Tang Wanzhuang pushed the door open and saw Zhao Changhe sitting in front of the window writing something in his clothes.

The sound of rain outside the window and the green lamp on the table.

The man is wearing clothes and holding a pen, sitting at his desk at night.

Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat unconsciously, feeling that this scene seemed to be something she had seen in a dream, and it touched her heart even more than the previous assumption that he was playing the piano.

It's a pity that instead of bringing him a bowl of hot soup, he came to ask when he was leaving.

"What are you writing?" She walked up slowly and looked quietly at it.

But it is a secret book.

"The previous agreement with Sisi was that I would provide her with the secret books of the Sword Emperor on a long-term basis. The set last time did not have much content, and it was only at the secret level and was unsustainable. I feel that they may not be enough and should be given to new ones. "Yes." Zhao Changhe said as he wrote: "It's an agreement after all... I'm in such a hurry that I don't have a chance to write, but I remembered it when I saw the paper and pen when I got here."

Tang Wanzhuang blurted out subconsciously: "Because it's Sisi, why is it a man?"

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her strangely: "When I made the appointment with Han Wubing, I rushed thousands of miles to meet him, but he is not a woman. What does a man's promise have to do with this?"

Tang Wanzhuang realized that she had lost her composure and concealed her emotions by lowering her head to read the words: "That's it. Well...did your set break through to the secret level?"

"No, it's just another set. In addition to high-end products, quantity is also needed. After all, they are the same ethnic group."

"Well..." Tang Wanzhuang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was distracted from the subject and did not pursue the topic of men and women.

Zhao Changhe had no time to talk. He was rushing to finish the manuscript and was about to leave. It would be bad if he delayed it until dawn.

Tang Wanzhuang stood aside and watched quietly, just like Gusu at that time, who habitually stretched out his hand to polish ink for him.

The lights flickered, but the house became quieter in the rain.

His calligraphy became more and more beautiful. Although he didn't practice it deliberately, the rough and arrogant edge became more and more restrained, and the thickness and grandeur became more prominent. However, if you look closely between the lines, you can see that the edge is hidden and can burst out of the paper at any time.

The words are like the person, and that's what he is now.

I don’t know how long it had passed, but the voice of someone hugging Qin came from outside the door: “Miss, Yang Yaowu and the others just came to report that they are all ready, and there are at least eighteen Zhao Changhes ready to go. Mr. Zhao’s horse is also in the backyard and can leave at any time. "

The quiet night suddenly broke, Zhao Changhe stopped writing, and Tang Wanzhuang came to his senses.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

"Okay." Zhao Changhe handed over the manuscript: "It's time for me to say goodbye."

Tang Wanzhuang felt a little regretful and whispered: "Don't be so rash next time. After all, it's not the right time."

"Well. If I had your strength, I would upset the capital. All kinds of worries are really annoying." Zhao Changhe stood up, stretched out, and suddenly smiled: "I come to the capital here, and I have to travel a few times in one night. The place is so messed up that I don’t even know what I’m doing… In the end, I found that it’s most relaxing to be by your side, without having to think about anything.”

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips: "Aren't you still full of secrets?"

"Compared to others, it's just like leisure." Zhao Changhe raised the knife leaning on the table: "But actually I don't really want to do this."

Tang Wanzhuang was stunned: "Huh?"

Zhao Changhe turned around and went out: "What I hope next time is that I am here so that you don't have to think about anything."

Tang Wanzhuang looked at his back steadily, without saying goodbye or speaking.

He has been doing this in an effort to save some people from coughing.

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As if by God's will, when Zhao Changhe rode away from Tang Wanzhuang's home, the heavy rain that had been pouring suddenly stopped, leaving only a light drizzle, as if to see each other off.

At the same time, the sound of horse hooves sounded loudly, and eighteen "Zhao Changhe" scattered out. Eighteen horses that looked similar at first glance, and eighteen swords that looked similar at first glance, left the four gates of the capital in almost no particular order, and scattered again. Go in all directions.

Tang Wanzhuang refrained from climbing up to watch him off. She was afraid that her gaze would expose the real Zhao Changhe.

Huangfu Qing stood high up with great interest, scanning the scattered "Zhao Changhe" with his eyes, as if testing whether he could recognize which one.

Finally, the focus was on the figure heading south. It was easy to recognize. In fact, it would be hard to find so many snow-walking black horses in a short time. Most of the horse hooves were painted white, and it was impossible for a human face to be disguised exactly like Zhao Changhe. It was just that it was hard to tell them apart at first glance, but it didn't bother her to prepare.

This guy deliberately went south. In fact, he could go through the west gate or the north gate to go to Yanmen. It would take a long detour to go south. Huangfu Qing was used to this guy's detour.

Watching the figure go away, Huangfu Qing sighed slightly.

This time, he was asked to go to Beijing, and the whole situation was completely different from what was expected. Originally, he was supposed to enter quietly, and no one except himself would know. After arranging the affairs in the palace and showing off in front of his brother, he would take him out of Beijing again and go to the grassland together.

As a result, he was shouted at the city gate, which caused a storm. He couldn't hide, and didn't want to hide, so he went everywhere like a rush, and couldn't do anything in a hurry. If he leaves Beijing at night, it will be inconvenient for him to follow him. He just came back and has a lot of things to do. He can't waste time hiding in the palace.

Huangfu Qing still feels a little regretful even though he knows that his choice is right and that not letting him follow him is also right.

He took him to Beijing by mistake. He shouldn't have come so early. Perhaps after wearing the pig face, he will never laugh and play like a girl in Jianhu Yanyu and travel north at ease again.

The figure left the city and could never be seen again. Huangfu Qing took out the pig face mask and exerted a little force with his slender hands, as if he wanted to crush it.

But his hand froze there after a while and he took it back into his arms again.

The confidants whispered, "My lord, there is a letter from the grassland."

"Hmm?"

"The Xuanwu Master said, I know. If he goes to the grassland, the Master will contact him."

"That's fine." Huangfu Qing stretched out her slender hand to catch the drizzle, and suddenly whispered, "He is not strong enough... Zhang Yang is so bold, but he is actually weak inside and can't handle the heavy rain. I wonder what the wind and rain will be like when he breaks through the gate, peeks into the secret treasure, and goes to the capital again?"

Zhao Changhe arrived ten miles south of the capital in the drizzle.

It was already light, and there was a pavilion every ten miles. There was a post station next to the pavilion. There were two or three people drinking porridge and eating steamed buns in the breakfast shop outside the post station.

Zhao Changhe got off the horse and prepared to have some breakfast before leaving.

As soon as he entered the breakfast shop, a thin old man caught his eye.

He was drinking...Early in the morning, others drank porridge but he drank wine, a mouthful of wine and a peanut, looking very happy.

His robes were splendid, and his temperament was elegant. He looked like a scholar and a high-ranking official... But a high-ranking official had no followers and drank alone.

Zhao Changhe's gaze seemed to have made the other party feel something. The old man turned his head and looked at him, smiling slightly: "Little brother, this wine gourd is not bad... It seems that we are a fellow enthusiast. In this clear autumn season, the rainstorm has just stopped, and the long pavilion is fading. Can you drink a cup?"