The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 876

Chapter 876 Playing the Qin

Zhao Changhe once thought that it was really unfair to the little girl to eat Baoqin just for the sake of asking for it, or to ask someone to refill the drink after a certain evening makeup, so he kept waiting for a better opportunity.

As a result, after waiting for thirty years, the people were still waiting to be treated like a stone of hope.

　To this day, it seems a bit ugly that I want to sleep with someone without saying a word during this meeting.

 But that's what he thinks...and the key to this kind of thing lies in what the other person thinks.

Even back then, Baoqin himself was eagerly looking forward to refilling his cup... You think it's unfair, but she thinks so herself. It's a deep-rooted consciousness that she has played the role of maidservant since she was a child, even if she is now the prime minister alone. Chang Shi is doing official things, and his consciousness has not changed since he was a child.

 No matter what Zhao Changhe is thinking now, Baoqin himself will not miss this night.

 Otherwise, given the current situation, one should go directly across the Yangtze River to Gusu to find Tang Buqi, instead of staying overnight in Yangzhou... This overnight arrangement has long highlighted what Chang Shi is thinking about pretending to be a public servant.

This is an extremely rare time to be alone. It's not a refill or a refill, it's alone; and it's the first time since he recovered, so it's a first time, right?

This was something I had never dreamed of back then. Baoqin loved this shipping audit task so much. It allowed him to be close to the water, and there was only a little girl beside him who could not pose any competition at all and was only qualified to look after the door. Baoqin even tried a few sentences to make sure it really didn't constitute competition.

Master Chang Shi specifically told the Yangzhou magistrate, and also secretly told Wan Dongliu, to guard Yangzhou tonight and not let a fly in. Everyone in Yangzhou thought it was for the holy sword Longque, but Wan Dongliu guessed that Master Baoqin was indeed after Longque, but not the one they thought.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her. The little maid's sharp teeth were never able to show off at this time. No matter how hard she usually acted, she felt soft and sweet at this time.

 In a daze, Zhao Changhe's voice came to my ears again: "My little hands are so weak, I might as well wash them for you."

Baoqin felt that his face was hotter than the bath water, burning up to the roots of his ears. He didn't know which corner his usual sharp teeth had flown to. He only had instinctive movements left, lowering his head to help him scrub, rubbing and rubbing. The frequency is just like your own heartbeat.

Zhao Changhe looked down at the little maid in his arms with a half-smile but not a smile. He held Qin and buried his head in his arms nervously, for fear that he would be laughed at by his uncle if he did something too obvious.

Zhao Changhe also got in and gently took away her hand that was holding her chest: "Isn't it time to help me wash it?"

　　While holding the piano and rubbing it, I felt short of breath. I didn't know what was going on in my mind... What I thought about the most was the seductive expression on the young lady's face when she was attacked.

 Her body does not need to be washed, the hot spring water is smooth and her skin is like gelatin. Today's Baoqin practice has improved, and her skin is more like jade and fat than her skin back then. She is no longer an ordinary little maid.

While I was in a daze, I felt that my belt flew off at some point, and my clothes fell apart, giving me a cool feeling.

ˆBaoqin: “?”

too disgusting.

 The belt was lightly separated, and the outer robe was scattered. The man's strong muscles were so strong that the inner garment was about to burst. Baoqin leaned back and stretched out his hand to caress it, feeling quite a little nervous.

Everything is ready now. If there are any unsightly interruptions tonight, Baoqin will definitely pack a thunderbolt and explode with them.

Not talking about things like the Queen Mother, Ling Ruoyu actually thinks that it is quite possible that King Zhao and his master are really possible. After all, the heroes of the same Qianlong Ranking and the same period at least have a lot of overlap, right? I once quietly asked my master if he was also one of the legendary Princess Zhao, but I didn't know what keyword was triggered. My master immediately became angry and practiced the Luoxia Sword Technique several times, and never dared to ask again.

 Hmm… maybe it's not holding a child, but playing the piano.

As for scrubbing, there is actually nothing to scrub... Their practice has long been free of dirt, and no matter how hard they scrub, nothing comes out. It's not so much scrubbing as it is flirting.

Zhao Changhe put her down and opened his hands: "Then... undress me?"

I could only vaguely hear her vague whisper: "Take me, Master... I've been holding the piano and waiting... for a long, long time..."

But the legends are very vague, and no one dares to spread the information about these important people casually, or someone will die. Ling Ruoyu also didn't want to believe that the hero who recommended Xuanyuan was so lustful, forgetting about other things, what the **** were the Queen and the Queen Mother...

Hand inwardly hugging his chest, Baoqin felt like the world was spinning. He had already been picked up and put into a bucket.

Zhao Changhe knew what the little maid was thinking and said deliberately: "How do you know that I want to take a hot bath after I wake up?"

 It's a pity that I don't know what kind of silence spell I got, so I can't complain about it.

 Really, I thought he was such a respectable senior and had such a long history that people look up to, and that's it? Isn't it just about dogs and men?

When you see the master, you must report it and tell her to stay away from this kind of dog man. You still covet my master, and your head will be blown off.

That was the majestic body that he had wandered around in his dreams so many times... When he was with the lady, he secretly looked at it... That explosive attack was on the lady. The usually beautiful lady was so charming and graceful at that time that it was unbelievable. .

 Happy Baoqin felt like complaining... It's really strange. When a woman washes a man's hands, she's serving her; when a man washes a woman's hands, why can't she just feel like she's being played with?

How many times has he fantasized about the lady under him turning into himself.

Hand in his arms, Bao Qin felt like he was being held against his back like a child. His big hands were scrubbing and he shuddered every time they passed.

 There was one more rose petal in the bucket without realizing it.

Ling Ruoyu lived in another courtyard, quite far away. She couldn't hear Mi Mi here and didn't dare to eavesdrop. She could just guess what was going on over there. Even Jing Xiu couldn't make up her mind when looking back at the battle situation of the past two days. .

His voice came to my ears: "I will undress you too."

Anyway, he was willing to say so, Baoqin's heart was still very soft, so soft that he was willing to play with it in any way, and play with it however he wanted.

Even if it's what you want, it's a shame.

Baoqin said happily: "Baoqin is the most professional maid!"

Baoqin walked behind him with a red face, stretched out her hands to untie his clothes, her little hands were trembling a little.

 Speaking of which, is it true that a hero is in a romantic mood? The King Zhao whom he admires the most is also very romantic in the legend. According to historical records, his wedding was held with Cui Shouzuo, but the scandal targets include the current Queen and even the Queen Mother, as well as Prime Minister Tang. It is said that he also has his own master, and Queen of Dali. Well, there are even ancient demons. Scandals span the past and present, and span the world.

"Remember..." His seductive whisper continued in my ears: "You are not a little maid, I am serving Mr. Chang Shi now..."

Zhao Changhe entered with Bao Qin in his arms and saw that the room was warmly lit by candles. In the center was a bathtub that the maids had just put in. The water was covered with rose petals, and the atmosphere was full of atmosphere.

"Let's hold the piano and serve you..." She tilted her head slightly, looking at the man's face with blurred starry eyes, and her mouth was slightly open, as if asking for a kiss.

If Tang Wanzhuang knew that she was a role model and teacher for Baoqin's existence, I wonder if she would be so angry that she would fire this maid away.

　　Why are you still so nervous after you have been looking forward to it for so long... I really want to strangle my useless self.

Zhao Changhe hugged her up slightly, and when he felt something, he closed his eyes and kissed her more intensely.

By the way, the past events between King Zhao and Master, isn't there a dragon bird involved? It must be clear.

 The gossip girl opened her eyes excitedly and grabbed the dragon bird lying beside her.

Longque was lying on its nest out of boredom when it felt like it was being picked up and shaken: "Sparrow, Queque."

 Longque suddenly felt the mood of his friends back then: It was so noisy...

She jumped in disgust and shook Ling Ruoyu away: "Are you familiar with me? Who do you call Queque?"

Ling Ruoyu was also stunned for a moment. Why did he subconsciously shout like this? Am I familiar with the Holy Sword?

 No, this scene feels a bit familiar...

Ling Ruoyu gathered his thoughts and said with a smile, "Well, I want to know about King Zhao's story."

Long Que instantly became energetic: "I know this well, what do you want to hear? Is it the story of him relying on my formation to kill the enemy general, or the past of relying on me to escape from the dead? I told you, without me Long Que, he Zhao Changhe is just a rookie..."

“…I'm asking about King Zhao's story, not yours.”

"How can he tell his story without me? He doesn't fight any battles without relying on me! Except for a few archery and a few sneak attacks by Xinghe... Let me tell you, don't think Xinghe is aloof, she is The one who is specially used to poke people in the eyes, I have to be the dragon bird, facing the enemy head-on, with great power. "

What I want to ask is not about Xinghe... But for some reason, Ling Ruoyu instinctively retorted: "The Xinghe Sword shouldn't be like this..."    Don't bully me because I don't understand. According to what the master said, the Xinghe Sword is worse than you. Que Gao is right. King Zhao only uses Galaxy as a auxiliary weapon because he is more accustomed to the overpowering style of play. Using you is more suitable. Doesn't it mean that Galaxy is not as good as you Dragon Que... I never thought that you, a thick-browed and big-eyed person, can still do it. Talking bad about your friends behind their backs...

"How come it's not like this?" Longque put his hands on his hips: "You know Xinghe? You know Zhao Changhe? Why do you ask me if you understand?"

Ling Ruoyu felt guilty and could only scratch his head: "Okay..."

“Speaking of Xinghe will only make people look bad. If you don't tell me, don't expect me to tell you stories.”

Ling Ruoyu felt aggrieved: "Xinghe can only stab people... No, those words are too dirty, why don't you say them?"

"Is there anyone in the world who doesn't speak dirty words?" Longque pointed out: "Your so-called King Zhao was full of dirty words when he was the leader of the village, and no one was as dirty as him. Later, in order to get dressed in the late Tang Dynasty, he Start cultivating your mind and nature to make yourself personable and deceive yourself..."

She really looked like a late Tang Dynasty makeup artist... Ling Ruoyu's idol collapsed in half, and she asked cautiously: "It is said that King Zhao lived in a village and became a bandit, is it true?"

 “This can still be false, there is also Mrs. Yazhai.”

 “Mrs. Yazhai? Who is it?”

 “Yue Hongling…”

Like a thunderbolt hitting his head, Ling Ruoyu turned to stone.

The idol has completely collapsed, and the master's character that was so high in my mind has also been lost.

"Hello? Ling Ling? Ruoruo? Yu Yu? Are you listening?" Longque jumped out of the knife in surprise, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ling Ruoyu: "Hey, don't tell me that you have a crush on my master, and you are fighting for a man with the master to the point of Got your brain smashed?"

"Who, who said that?" Ling Ruoyu jumped up as if he had just woken up from a dream: "That's just a senior hero I admire, no one has ever seen it, what a secret!"

 “Then why do you care so much about his story?”

"How can the whole Han Dynasty not care about the story of King Zhao?" Ling Ruoyu looked disgusted: "I feel that his name is very friendly. I used to think that I admired heroes, but now it seems that it is because he is my master. ah…"

 “You are particularly kind to his name?” Long Que suddenly asked.

"yes."

Long Que pointed at his nose enthusiastically: "What do you think of me? Am I particularly kind?"

Ling Ruoyu glanced at her with disgust.

Longque was furious: "What's that look in your eyes?"

"I don't mind... ah, no, of course it's a friendly look." Ling Ruoyu smiled apologetically: "It's my master's sword after all."

Long Que stopped talking. The twin-ponytail Loli touched her chin with **** and stared at Ling Ruoyu up and down. After a long while, she said: "Say, Xinghe is a bastard."

Ling Ruoyu: "?"

 “If you don't say anything, I'll go to sleep.”

"Xinghe is..." Ling Ruoyu held it in for a long time, but couldn't hold it back no matter what: "Master said that swordsmen should not chew people's tongue behind their backs, so I forgive Ruoyu for being unable to obey."

“Why didn't your master say he was a swordsman when he was chewing Xia Chichi's tongue behind his back?”

Ling Ruoyu grabbed his hair in distress, and his worldview began to collapse.

"Wait a minute, you said that my master is Mrs. Yazhai, she is. Even if she is, she may not be long ago. My master is as clean as a lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, as proud as a lonely red in the sunset, with a bright sword heart and an iron bone. How is that possible? That's what you said..."

"Okay, okay, you can dream on your own." Longque glanced at the girl with messy hair again, got back into the knife and stopped talking.

It's really strange... There is obviously no similar aura, and even the temperament is different, except for being a little unintelligent.

 But apart from the dragon bird, are there any girls in the world who don't stay still? That's the commonality. Sure enough, only the dragon bird is the smartest.

 The sky is slightly bright.

Zhao Changhe carefully moved away the Baoqin that was wrapped around him like an octopus, and stood up to get dressed.

 Last night was actually quite tragic. Baoqin is just an ordinary maid, not a martial arts genius. Her talent can only be considered below average. She is relatively slow in practice and has not yet reached the imperial realm. This delicate and timid body could not withstand Zhao Changhe's current attack. In the end, she relied on her natural skill of talking and talking to force Zhao Changhe to release her, and then she fell asleep directly from exhaustion.

 So the most suitable thing for her is actually to go with evening makeup... Evening makeup is also timid and needs help, so it's just right...

Now the little maid has fallen asleep and hasn't woken up yet... The energy brought by the dual cultivation in the body is running automatically. I don't know if it can help her break through the imperial realm overnight. After all, the imperial realm needs to realize her own suitable path, and I don't know what she can realize. Royal…

 The reason I got up early was because I noticed someone approaching from a distance, it was Wan Dongliu.

Lao Wan is an old friend. We meet again after a long separation. I know you well enough to not disturb your beautiful night. If you still avoid seeing me the next morning, that would be too serious about **** over friendship. We must have breakfast together to chat and get to know each other better. All kinds of information.

Sure enough, as soon as he packed up his clothes and walked into the courtyard, he saw Wan Dongliu standing outside the courtyard with drinks and cakes. Zhao Changhe opened the door with a smile, pulled him into the hospital and sat down: "I'm fine...how can you still have a gray beard after you've already broken the imperial guard?"

"Because it's almost white when you break the barrier." Wan Dongliu touched his beard and sighed: "Not everyone can practice as fast as you. Even you, don't you need to practice again to eliminate hidden dangers."

"I am Yu San too quickly. If it is just Yu Realm, it is not to the point where I need to break up and rebuild. Otherwise, what will Hong Ling and the others do?" Zhao Changhe added a glass of wine to him and said with a smile: "Looking for him so early in the morning. What's wrong with me?"

“Why are you interrupting your night of **** with your maid?”

"Don't say that... Baoqin has a long history now."

"As long as you have the idea of ​​equality, if others don't accept it, she won't accept it either." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "Sometimes, don't be too persistent. It's been so long and you still haven't come around?"

Zhao Changhe smiled: "It's difficult to carry something that has been in your bones since childhood."

"Is it also because of this energy that the sword points at the way of heaven? Because of that unruly attitude, nothing can stand on our heads and arrange our lives."

 “You know everything?”

"After all, I am one of the top core members of the Four Symbols Sect. We still have to know about the Night Emperor, whether it is the ancient one or you." Wan Dongliu said with a smile: "The galaxy appears in the East China Sea, and my Cao Gang spread the news. Yes, this is a game. Just take advantage of the opportunity of Bu Qi's birthday banquet, and there will be something... The two venerables have planned it for a long time, and it will be better if you come. "

Zhao Changhe smiled and said: "So, the biggest behind-the-scenes evil sect is still the Four Symbols sect..."

"ha…"

“But what do you mean, you don't actually know where the real galaxy is?”

“Actually, the galaxy that will emerge from the East China Sea is indeed a galaxy, but it is just the body of the sword. Venerable Xuanwu inspected it and said that the spirit of the sword is no longer there. One of the great significances of our triggering this situation is to attract the spirit of the galaxy.”

 “One of the meanings…”

"Well, of course killing two birds with one stone, there are other ideas. If you can't attract the sword spirit, then you can attract the evil spirits of this world and see what they want to do with taking away the galaxy. Anyway, it's just an empty shell and can't have any consequences. We Huang Que is watching from behind... Well, actually, Changshi knows a lot about the bag in her hand, but it seems that you are just focusing on getting along and have forgotten about the real thing? "

 “Squeak…” The door at the back opened, and he walked out leisurely, holding Qin and combing his hair into a bun that had become a married woman.

Look at the way that hair is combed into a bun, I wish the whole world would know about it. It is the same as His Majesty's behavior of touching his belly when he has nothing to do.

Wan Dongliu twitched his cheeks and said nothing. Holding the piano, he stepped forward and gave Zhao Changhe a glass of wine, muttering in his mouth: "I didn't ask... Anyway, there is always time to say it. I was going to say it in the morning, you know so much, then you say it..."

 (End of this chapter)

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