The Book of Troubled Times

There was really no need to clean up. It didn't take long for the emperor and the prime minister to be piled up.

Perhaps it was their cause and effect that each of them refilled the other's cup... But in fact, Zhao Changhe was not doing this for ridiculous reasons. If Xia Chichi hadn't been too emotional and took the initiative to ask for it, Zhao Changhe would have just wanted to accompany him purely.

Xia Chichi was right before, because it would be unfair to others if Yangyang was always frowning and not thinking about food and drinks. On the contrary, it was only because Yangyang had an accident that I remembered that I spent too little time with others, and I was reminded even more to spend more time with the people around me, and don't wait until something happens to regret it.

No matter how much time you spend with me, it will only last for three days, and it’s also because you have already spent a day and a half practicing.

Xia Chichi's words were sour, but in reality she was not jealous of Tang Wanzhuang. She propped her head aside and looked at Tang Wanzhuang's shy way of catering, and thought it was really beautiful.

Even Huangfu Qing felt that this apprentice was now closer to Tang Wanzhuang than he was to him. The two of them cooperated too much due to work reasons. Even if they have different views on certain matters and may be controversial, the two of them know better than anyone else in the world how much effort the other has put into it.

Hmm... If there is any disagreement between the emperor and his ministers, it is that the prime minister only gives the emperor face in front of outsiders. In private, he never bullies the emperor and shows no respect at all.

The king who can make Tang Wanzhuang let go of all the bottom lines to cater to the serving king is their husband.

Just like now, she can really do whatever she is told. Some of the postures seemed particularly shameful. She bit her lower lip and tilted her head, but she still endured it meekly. The look on her face made Xia Chichi feel a little jealous of her husband. You can definitely imagine how much Zhao Changhe liked it.

"Hey, actually you like the way she works diligently and serves her gently when she's free. You should have been the emperor in the first place, so you could see her like this every day. Oh... I know, you think it's okay to be like this every day. So it’s interesting, it’s just good to experience it once in a while, right?”

"What are you thinking? No matter how much I like it, I can't joke about the country's status."

It was confirmed that this guy really liked this feeling, so Tang Wanzhuang felt even more ashamed and closed her eyes tightly.

Xia Chichi watched with great pleasure. Perhaps the only person who could still be ashamed of an old married couple after such a long time was Tang Wanzhuang.

They are all old women, so why are they so cute? Maybe because we all like to wear white.

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"How do you plan to go to Kunlun this time?"

It was ridiculous during the day and at night, when it got dark, the three of them got up and sat down on the imperial desk to discuss matters.

Zhao Changhe sat on the dragon chair naturally, and Tang Wanzhuang stood beside him and asked him in a low voice, her pretty face still flushed.

Xia Chichi sat across from him with her chin in her hands, looking at the two with her eyes. It's over now. Ever since it became clear that Zhao Changhe liked that feeling, it also meant that even serious daily work would become a part of his heart. Then there would be no more serious things.

This kid didn't even realize that his dragon chair was being sat on. Just look at this...

Fortunately, the person involved did not have such a boring question in mind. Zhao Changhe leaned back in his chair and pondered for a long time, and whispered: "According to the agreement between Ye Jiuyou and me, I can only go to see her alone."

Tang Wanzhuang said: "If we find the place by ourselves, how many people should we ask for to go?"

"She can really make rules." Zhao Changhe sighed: "She has the ability to chaos space. As long as she doesn't want us to go in, even if we find her, she can move at any time and hide and seek with us to the end of the world. Yangyang can't afford to wait. .”

Tang Wanzhuang frowned slightly and thought for a while, then whispered: "Then can we set up an ambush outside, and you enter the space alone and leave a mark. Once we feel that the situation is not good, we will rush in immediately?"

"The idea is okay, but I need to make sure not to be discovered by her... In fact, I think it is impossible to hide it. The third level of Yujing ability is too mysterious. Even if Ye Jiuyou is not as unfathomable as Ye Wuming, he cannot be deceived at will. "

"But our people can be around openly." Tang Wanzhuang said: "Because we have the matter of the ancient white tiger to deal with... Kunlun is in the west, and common sense believes that the ancient white tiger is also in the Kunlun area. Then we are going to find it. Bai Hu’s, what does it have to do with her? Doesn’t it mean that just because she is here, we are not allowed to look for Bai Hu?”

"You can give it a try, but I'm afraid she won't tell us this truth..." Zhao Changhe thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Is there anything new in the Sword Emperor's Tomb in Gusu?"

Tang Wanzhuang said: "This is the most important mission of Buqi stationed in Gusu. He has been keeping an eye on it, and nothing has happened. It is very quiet. Now people within dozens of miles around Huqiu have evacuated, and it has become a no man's land. The Tang family has been doing this all these days."

"Well done." Zhao Changhe murmured to himself: "How strange... There is such a big wave of gods and demons appearing in the world, but the Sword Emperor has been lying down... Judging from the fact that he will be included in the list of demon gods, he will He wouldn’t have woken up long ago…”

Xia Chichi interrupted: "Blind?"

"Oh, it's nothing. They say the sky has no eyes."

Tang Wanzhuang said: "I have also considered the possibility that the Sword Emperor has actually left long ago, but I have never dared to go and check it out. What you mean by asking this is that we do not need to participate in the Kunlun Battle, and we should concentrate our main force on On the exploration of the Sword Emperor’s Tomb?”

"The matter of the Sword Emperor must be investigated clearly. There is always a factor of instability, and everyone is uneasy." Zhao Changhe said: "The reason why I ask this is to think about the relationship between Bai Hu and the Sword Emperor. If Judging from the clerical conflict between Suzaku and Jiuyou, Baihu and Sword Emperor are also typical cases. The two should be enemies, so I wonder if we can make some articles about it."

Xia Chichi raised his hand: "Although there is no record, the theory is that there must be a conflict between the Night Emperor and the Sword Emperor."

Zhao Changhe said: "I'm thinking that when the era collapsed, the old demon gods basically died violent deaths. Currently, only two people known to have built mausoleums for themselves in advance, one is Qinglong and the other is the Sword Emperor, and both of them are lying peacefully on their own. In the prepared coffin...is there something wrong with it?"

Tang Wanzhuang said: "I have also thought that Qinglong's mausoleum is in the human world, and Mang Mountain, the hill where the emperor is buried, has also moved its location and changed the location of the human Qi. And the Sword Emperor's mausoleum is obviously a fragment of the heaven. The secret realm formed... In the past, we had insufficient information and could not judge. Now that we have more information, we can find that there is an obvious problem - the era collapsed, and the collapse of the heaven was understandable. The death of the demon god who was in the heaven at that time was obvious, and the Tomb of the Blue Dragon was obvious. How did Qinglong die in the human world?"

Xia Chichi said: "90% of the time it was Emperor Ye who killed him. Qinglong failed the bodyguards of Emperor Ye..."

Zhao Changhe whispered: "Living up or not is the same result. I am sure that as long as they are in the human world, they are all killed by Emperor Ye, and the typical example is Piaomiao. But Emperor Ye can kill his own subordinates, but he cannot eradicate Piaomiao. "

The two women looked at each other, what on earth is this Night Emperor doing...

Zhao Changhe said: "Then the question is, the human world has not collapsed. After the death of Qinglong, he can still have his subordinates to bury him in the mausoleum. It is understandable. The situation in the heaven is different. Who buried the Sword Emperor? Who is this in heaven and earth? In the midst of a catastrophe, you have too much time to take care of yourself and still have time to help others put their bodies in their graves?"

"Could it be..." Xia Chichi hesitated: "I was seriously injured outside, and I stumbled back to the mausoleum and lay down?"

Zhao Changhe whispered: "No."

"Why?"

"Because I have been to the outskirts of the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum, and there is an extremely strong evil spirit. If you die from a natural disaster, there should not be such a strong evil spirit and resentment left. It is more likely to be a homicide. After death, he was killed by his sword spirit or something like that. The subordinates were buried back in the grave."

Xia Chichi was startled: "That makes sense."

"In addition, when he built the mausoleum, why did he think that the mausoleum could be preserved? If he had this confidence, why didn't he just hide in the mausoleum and escape the catastrophe? Unless he knew that the catastrophe itself was not targeted at the heavenly space. It is aimed directly at themselves. As long as they are alive, there is no use hiding anywhere. On the contrary, after death, the tomb will not be attacked, and the other party will not crush people to ashes... As for whether they can be resurrected in the future, it is up to God anyway. The inheritance has also been left behind..."

Tang Wanzhuang said to herself: "If this is the case, then it is not the legendary destruction of the world caused by the death of Heaven, but a man-made, world-destroying eradication of the ancient demon gods. Some of the outstanding people have long been aware of it. Prepared."

Why are we talking about this? Even the Sword Emperor was killed by Wuming Ye, and he even had a motive. It can also be deduced from this that even the destruction of the world was done by Ye Wuming.

Zhao Changhe scratched his head. Logically, there should be nothing wrong with it, but it just felt like something wasn't right... No matter how awesome she was, she wouldn't be responsible for the destruction of the world. She was a supermodel...

Zhao Changhe thought for a while: "In this way, continue to practice the Four Elephant Formation, and first practice the simplified version without me, so there is no need for any laws of time and space. Even though it is a simplified version, the Four Elephant Formation can also play a lot of roles. The terrifying power may be close to the level of the third level of Yujing. When we go to Kunlun together, whether we are looking for White Tiger or Jiuyou, we will have some confidence to act separately."

Both women blinked. Zhao Changhe's implication was that the whole army set off, including Xia Chichi.

Tang Wanzhuang hesitated: "Then... what about the state affairs?"

Xia Chichi immediately said: "Just treat it as the emperor is in seclusion or on a tour or on a personal expedition, and all important matters will be left to the prime minister."

Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "You're happy, aren't you? Be careful I usurp your position!"

"Usurr, except for the position of the main palace, you can't usurp anything else."

"Who said you are the official palace? Do you dare to announce it loudly to everyone? Don't think that I am your minister and want to suppress me on this matter. If you don't let me do anything else, there is no way to do this."

Zhao Changhe: "???"

No, why did you suddenly start a fight over this...

Xia Chichi folded her arms with a smile: "I won't argue with you. He arranged it. Why don't you get angry with me if you go to him?"

Tang Wanzhuang glanced at Zhao Changhe, then lowered his head and said nothing.

He looked like he was going to find a way to do it even if his life was in danger, which made Xia Chichi dumbfounded: "You have always said that you can give advice. Why don't you give him advice? You have no bottom line to listen to him. If he does What should I do if I make a mistake?”

Tang Wanzhuang pursed her lips and sighed: "Because he is right. Now that the Four Symbols Formation has been practiced, this is how it is used...compared to these demonic affairs that can easily cause disasters in the world, other state affairs are not It’s not that important anymore.”

Xia Chichi's joy almost overflowed.

Just now he was asking Zhao Changhe when he would be able to leave the world. Zhao Changhe said he was not sure, obviously he had not thought about it well. He turned around and was sure that he could go this time.

Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "Should we go tomorrow?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head: "I will go to Ying Wu personally first. You can rehearse the Four Elephant Formation for a few days, and then go to Kunlun after the Spring Festival. We can contact each other when we get there."

Tang Wanzhuang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that the emperor can't leave the capital, but that he can't be in such a hurry. Since there are a few days to make preparations, it is indeed possible to go out now that everything is stable.

Seeing her worried and hard-working look, Zhao Changhe couldn't hold it back anymore. He put his arms around her waist and held her on his lap with a little force.

Tang Wanzhuang woke up and twisted in shame and anger: "What are you doing...you just..."

"It's nothing, I just want to hold her."

Tang Wanzhuang took a peek at Xia Chichi's interested expression, and Fu Er lowered her voice: "If you leave first tomorrow, do you want... to put away the piano tonight? You damn girl is waiting very resentfully."

"This is a bit too much..." Zhao Changhe responded in a low voice: "It's late at night, I'll take you back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to rest, and then talk to her."

Tang Wanzhuang leaned back a little, looked into his eyes, and smiled sweetly: "I also want to go back hand in hand."

Xia Chichi: "?"

How old are you, aunt?

Forget it, nothing else is that important compared to being able to conquer Kunlun in person. At this moment, Xia Chichi was in a very good mood and didn't bother to complain about anything.

There has long been no curfew at night in the capital, and there are still lights scattered in many neighborhoods. Pedestrians come and go from brothels and gambling houses from time to time, and roadside wine shops are still bustling with activity. When King Zhao and Prime Minister Tang were walking in the capital at night, many people saw it and turned their heads straight, their eyes fixed on the hands the two held each other, dumbfounded.

"Would you like... to be a bridegroom as well." Zhao Changhe was saying: "When the court was first appointed, they were worried about reputation and stability. I couldn't say whether to marry you later or marry you... Now the situation is different. The mountains and rivers are stable and the prestige is flourishing, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with doing more crazy things. You see, you and I are holding hands in the street, and they only dare to look at it, not even a whisper."

Tang Wanzhuang lowered his head and whispered: "It's not happening now, but it will happen later. It's still bad for your reputation... and it's not good for the country's reputation. If you... want to give it, just give Wanzhuang a gift in private. ”

"Privately, I feel so wronged."

"I am your concubine, so I don't need to be polite."

If you keep insisting that you are a concubine, even if you say a word of "concubine" for a long time, it will step on your tail. Zhao Changhe laughed dumbly and did not argue with her. He was thinking about how to give her evening makeup as a gift.

In fact, the evening makeup can be exactly the same as that of Yang Yang. The matchmaker is marrying her during the grand ceremony. However, her identity is not as transparent as Yang Yang. She is easy to get the bad reputation of being a monarch and her ministers compete for husbands, and it is also easy to make other women wary and angry. Therefore, both of them have done it before. Didn't mention this. But nowadays, everyone else is basically polite, and only the monarchs and ministers who compete for husbands are not... Not being able to let people devote themselves to the country has become a shackles to suffer losses.

Tang Wanzhuang was walking hand in hand on the street with him in public, her face was always hot and her head was always lowered. He secretly raised his eyes to see Zhao Changhe thinking, feeling a little funny in his heart.

He is considering everyone's face and needs...compared to the rough guy who just wanted to practice swordsman before...it's really not easy.

In fact, I am not wronged. This life has been handed over to him, from body to heart, no matter how he treats me, I have no regrets. What's more, I know that many things are not Changhe's problem, but are dictated by the situation. Huangfu Qing felt so proud that he didn't even feel anything when he came to play the zither. He might as well have been embarrassed and angry when he was pressed against a pillar and chewed on.

"Miss, you're back. I've heated it up for you... uh..." The voice of the girl holding the piano to greet her was stuck in her throat, her face was red, and she stammered: "A-aunt is here too..."

One look at that little face and he knew what the girl was thinking. Tang Wanzhuang laughed a little angrily and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face: "Xiao Lang Hoo is really shameless. What is he thinking about in his little head every day? ah."

Baoqin said: "Are you scolding a man who openly holds a man's hand all the way home before he gets married?"

Tang Wanzhuang had no expression on her face and took a deep breath.

Baoqin quickly held his head.

The next moment, the hand holding his head fell into another broad palm. Baoqin glanced up secretly. Zhao Changhe took the hands of the master and the servant and walked inside: "You are the same now."

Baoqin: "..."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled.

He hugged Qin and didn't criticize anyone, and murmured in a low voice: "Uncle, will you stay tonight...I-I'll ask them to boil a bucket of water..."

Zhao Changhe said: "It's a small thing to hold hands all the way home without getting married, but staying overnight in front of everyone before getting married is really inappropriate."

Baoqin's little face flattened, and just when she was about to say something, Zhao Changhe leaned over and kissed the side of her face, and said softly: "When I come back from this battle, I will give Wanzhuang a good wedding... You were also on Wanzhuang that day. Put your hijab around you and wait for me."

Baoqin touched her little face that had been kissed, and her eyes suddenly became bright.

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes were also sparkling, like water.