The Book of Troubled Times

But Zhao Changhe didn't want to indulge.

It's not the time, it's not the place, it's not the mood...and dual cultivation is really useless, it's not a magical skill.

His rough kiss was more like a... punishment that he knew she had done nothing wrong but wanted to punish.

Baoqin heard the muffled groan of pain coming from the young lady in the room, and even though he was separated by the door, he subconsciously covered his eyes.

In fact, the two people in the room separated breathlessly. Tang Wanzhuang's lip had been bitten and there was blood.

The two looked at each other with complicated expressions. After a while, Tang Wanzhuang spoke softly and in a calm tone: "I thought you would force me."

"That proves that I have given up and just want to have fun without losing money." Zhao Changhe turned his head and did not look at her: "Wash it clean and wait. I want to play for many years."

Despite such vulgar words, Tang Wanzhuang remained calm, looking at the fire with him, and whispered: "If there is such a day."

Such a sentence was accompanied by such a calm tone, no one knew whether it was agreement or sarcasm.

Zhao Changhe did not reply, but looked at the fire quietly until it gradually went out.

He stood up, wrapped his hands with infuriating energy, grabbed the hot clay pot, and poured out a bowl of medicinal soup.

Tang Wanzhuang took a breath, not sure whether it was because her lips hurt or she was surprised by Zhao Changhe's current strength.

This is too strong...

It's not that he's not afraid of small details like burning, but that his true energy is like substance, condensing and never dissipating. This kind of intensity can't even be ranked at the bottom of the earth rankings. His strength is not at all on the human rankings.

Zhao Changhe took a sip of the medicinal soup, roughly felt the properties of the medicine, nodded again, turned around and handed it to Tang Wanzhuang: "Do you want to feed it?"

Tang Wanzhuang curled her lips, "If you want, just feed me. How can you ask such a question?"

Since I asked, of course I can only answer: "Yes."

Zhao Changhe's medicine bowl froze in his hand and his eyes widened.

Tang Wanzhuang sat on the chair angrily and said nothing. The lip is broken and badly injured and cannot move.

Zhao Changhe couldn't help but rub her head. Tang Wanzhuang struggled a little, and Zhao Changhe squatted down, took a sip of the medicine, blew it, and brought it to her lips: "Ah~"

Tang Wanzhuang held it in her mouth and said vaguely: "When you see His Majesty, try to persuade him to send troops to support Hebei."

Zhao Changhe continued to take a mouthful and blew on it, listening to what she said.

Tang Wanzhuang said: "The Wang family has been planning to rebel for so long. Qinghe is different. The Cui family's own private soldiers are not enough. Now they just mobilized all the officers and soldiers from the cities within his sphere of influence to gather in Puyang, but this How many can there be? Not to mention that it will cause emptiness in all areas of Hebei. Once Puyang City is destroyed, it will be troublesome..."

Zhao Changhe handed another spoonful over: "If the medicine can't stop your mouth, I'll change it to something else and take another bite."

Tang Wanzhuang drank the medicine angrily and stopped talking.

Zhao Changhe fed him silently, and he didn't know whether they were showing off their affection or arguing. After finishing the whole bowl of medicine, Zhao Changhe stood up and suddenly said: "I suddenly thought that it might be a good experience if there was a handsome military advisor beside me who devoted himself to making suggestions."

After saying that, he seemed a little ashamed, turned around and went out: "This medicine is a bit strong, you have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Tang Wanzhuang stared at his back as he went out, wondering what he meant by this. After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly realized.

He really has the intention to aspire for the throne...but not necessarily as the crown prince.

And then poached her?

Tang Wanzhuang was a little dazed for a moment, watching blankly as Zhao Changhe crumpled Baoqin's head into a bird's nest outside the door, and then ran away quickly, with Baoqin jumping behind him and cursing. The scene looked very distant and distant. But it is very warm, as if it is an unreal picture that exists in different time and space.

So much so that she didn't even hear clearly what Bao Qin was cursing: "It looks like a big bear. It's so fast. Including the time to take off and get dressed, is this half a cup of tea?"

Fortunately, Zhao Changhe ran so fast that he couldn't hear him...

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"Please inform Brother Huangfu Shaozong that Zhao Changhe is visiting."

Zhao Changhe had already arrived at Huangfu's house in a flash. This time, he did not have the treatment of being invited directly into the inner hall by the Tang family, so he was rejected.

Even after his name was announced, the gatekeeper ignored him and rolled his eyelids: "The young general is not at home."

Zhao Changhe looked around, had an idea in his mind, and resigned.

He turned around and reached the alley at the back, climbed over the wall and entered.

When we arrived at the inner house, we heard Huangfu Shaozong's voice coming from inside: "Oh sister, why are we going to offend Zhao Changhe in such a good way? It's very rude to block people away."

Huangfu Qing's voice came lazily: "Why, he didn't have any spies in the house. As long as you don't go out and talk nonsense, how would he know you're there? Do you really think he can solve cases like a god?"

"...I think you think he is a fool. Regardless of his current status in the world, even if I am not here, my family should go outside to notify me of my return."

"Hey, is he so promising? I can't tell."

"Sister, you...oh! Well, this palace maid is so nice..."

"Go away, I'll dig out your eyes carefully again!"

Huangfu Shaozong was driven out of the house in despair, and left shaking his head in confusion.

Huangfu Qing's sneer came from inside the room: "You're such a foxy girl. Wherever you go, there are a bunch of men staring at you..."

Before he finished speaking, the window was pried open and Zhao Changhe rushed in.

Then his eyes widened.

Why is Chichi here, wearing the attire of a little palace maid...

Huangfu Qing became even more angry: "Sure enough, even a man's eyes would be straightened when he saw it."

Xia Chi looked at the sky. Actually, she didn't know why she was so popular with young men of this generation. Yue Hongling had never been like this for so long after traveling all over the world. Maybe this was called natural beauty, the one who was dressed in red and was unpretentious.

Or it should be said that there is another metaphysical factor. Regardless of Wang Zhaoling, Yang Bugui or Huangfu Shaozong, they are both from official families, and she is a princess.

With these thoughts in mind, he replied leisurely: "When it comes to Hu Meizi Kung Fu, it is incomparable with some people... I have a husband at home, but I still steal men, and the men I steal are still my stepsons in name only."

Huangfu Qing said: "Didn't Your Majesty tell you that you have to listen to me while pretending to be a palace maid?"

Xia Chichi said: "There is no one else here, why should I spoil you?"

"If you don't get into the role now, it will be easy for you to reveal your secret in front of others in the future. I'd better report back to His Holiness and cancel this mission."

"..." Xia Chichi swallowed her anger and said, "Madam, a thief has entered the house. I will help you get rid of him."

The little palace maid clenched her fists and rushed towards the thief. The next moment, she was directly hugged by the thief and gave her away for nothing.

Huangfu Qing: "?"

Damn it, originally because this guy went to see Tang Wanzhuang first, he wanted to show off his face, but in the end, the traitor just gave it away, and there was no point in showing off.

The family of Sixiangjiao is unfortunate.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Changhe was not in the mood to think about these children's matters: "In this dress, you... plan to see him?"

"I don't know...I don't know what the point of me seeing him is."

Zhao Changhe didn't know what the meaning was, and he didn't even know the meaning of wanting to see Xia Longyuan, but he just wanted to meet Xia Longyuan, otherwise he would panic.

Maybe this is the unity of husband and wife.

"Bang!" The sound of the teacup falling viciously on the coffee table woke the two of them up. They turned to look, Huangfu's face was as cold as frost: "The surname Zhao, is this what men do when they get their hands on you?"

This jealousy was done openly, heartily, and righteously, but it was much more comfortable than when he used the identity of Suzaku. Huangfu Qing suddenly felt so good!

Zhao Changhe hurriedly said: "It's just that this matter is a bit sensitive..."

"Sensitive? Sensitive, refers to certain parts of her body?"

The old woman who had done something was very arrogant when talking about pornography. Xia Chichi blushed, and just as she was about to retort, she heard Huangfu continue: "It's just a matter of life experience. Why, you don't pretend to be pretending now? It's obvious that in this place Did you leak in front of the church that Xia Longyuan's real child is a saint? Or do you think you have convinced me that I won't leak this matter?"

Zhao Changhe sighed: "Since Venerable Zhuque allowed Chi Chi to enter the palace with you, he probably already knew it. I didn't expect Venerable Zhuque to be so magnanimous. Even though he knew Chi Chi was his child, he still didn't have any suspicion at all. "

Huangfu Qing felt even more happy. Of course Venerable Suzaku has magnanimity, foresight, and broadmindedness. Let me praise him a few more times, please.

But Zhao Changhe continued: "Actually, to this day, I feel that there is no point in hiding this identity anymore."

Huangfu Qing was a little curious this time: "Why?"

Zhao Changhe said calmly: "If he doesn't die, no one can do anything. If he dies, with the current precarious situation of Daxia, no matter who becomes the prince, he will not be able to hold on to the country. At that time, who can become the prince has nothing to do with his identity. No, you can only do it if you have strong soldiers and horses."

Huangfuqing looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Did you awaken to something after playing with the Holy Girl of the Spirit Tribe in Miaojiang?"

Zhao Changhe was stunned: "You...how do you know?"

"Bah, as long as anyone who knows you and knows that you are in the Miao border doesn't know what the verdict of the Book of Troubled Times against Xiang Simeng is about?"

Zhao Changhe was silent for a moment and said slowly: "It may have something to do with it... But more importantly, I can't bear it anymore."

Huangfu smiled brightly: "I knew you were destined to be the fire pig of the Four Symbols Sect."