Chapter 876 Playing the Piano

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 waiter was still alive and turned into a watchman's stone.

Today, when I meet someone, I insist on having sex with someone without saying a word, which seems a bit ugly.

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 herself was eagerly looking forward to refilling her cup... You think it's unfair, but she thinks so herself. It's because she has a deep-rooted consciousness of playing the role of maidservant since she was a child, even if she is now acting alone. Governor Shi is doing official things, and his consciousness has not changed since he was a child.

No matter what Zhao Changhe's thoughts are 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 drink, it's alone; and it's the first time since he recovered, so it's also a first time, right?

This was something I had never dreamed of back then. Baoqin absolutely loved this shipping audit task. 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. She was only qualified to watch 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.

Now that everything is ready, if there are any unsightly interruptions tonight, Baoqin will definitely tie up a thunderbolt and explode with them.

Zhao Changhe entered the room 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 mood was full.

Zhao Changhe looked down at the little maid in his arms with a half-smile, and nervously buried his head in his arms, fearing that he would be laughed at by his uncle if he did something too obvious.

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?"

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

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

Baoqin walked behind him with a blushing face and reached around to untie his clothes, her little hands trembling a little.

Even if it's what I want, it's so shameful.

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.

That was the majestic body that had lingered in his dreams so many times... When he was with the lady, he secretly looked at it... That explosive attack was on the lady, and the lady who was usually as beautiful as a fairy was so charming and graceful at that time. Unbelievable.

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

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.

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

Baoqin instinctively hugged her chest, and then she felt like the world was spinning. She had already been picked up and put into the bucket.

Baoqin: "?"

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

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.

You've obviously been looking forward to it for so long, why are you still so nervous... Holding Qin, I really want to strangle my useless self.

When it comes to scrubbing, there's 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.

I was breathing heavily as I held the piano and rubbed it. 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.

If Tang Wanzhuang knew that she was a role model and teacher to Bao Qin, I wonder if she would be so angry that she would fire the girl away.

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

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

Hmm... maybe it's not holding the baby, but playing the piano.

Her body doesn't 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.

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

Baoqin wanted to complain a little bit... It's really strange. When a woman washes a man's hands, she is serving; when a man washes a woman's hands, why can't she just feel like she is being played with...

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

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.

"It's better to hold Qin and serve me..." She turned her head slightly, looking at the man's face with blurred starry eyes, her mouth slightly opened, as if asking for a kiss.

Zhao Changhe lowered his head and kissed her. The little maid's sharp teeth had never been able to show at such times. The harder she usually showed, the softer and sweeter she was at this time.

I could only vaguely hear her mumbling: "Take me, Master... Baoqin has been waiting... for a long, long time..."

Zhao Changhe slightly lifted her up. Baoqin felt something, closed her eyes, and kissed more fiercely.

Unconsciously, one more rose petal appeared in the bucket.

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Ling Ruoyu lived in another courtyard, quite far away. She couldn't hear Mimi here and didn't dare to eavesdrop. She just guessed what was going on over there, and even Jingxiu couldn't concentrate on reviewing the battle situation of the past two days.

So disgusting.

Really, I thought he was such a respectable senior and such an admired Changshi, but this? Isn't it just a pair of dogs and bitches?

I must complain to my master when I see her, and let her stay away from this kind of dog man. I'll beat your head if you covet my master.

By the way, are heroes naturally romantic? The King of Zhao whom I admired the most was also very romantic in the legend. According to historical records, his wedding was held with Cui Shouzuo, but the objects of the scandals included the current empress and even the queen mother, as well as the prime minister of Tang. It is said that there was also my master and the Queen of Dali. Well, there was even an ancient demon god. The scandals spanned ancient and modern times and the world.

But the legends were very vague, and no one dared to spread the information of these big figures casually, which would kill people. Ling Ruoyu was unwilling to believe that the hero who recommended Xuanyuan with blood was so lustful. Other things were fine, but what the hell was the queen and the queen mother...

Not to mention the queen mother, Ling Ruoyu felt that the King of Zhao and his master were really possible. After all, they were heroes of the same period in the Hidden Dragon List, and at least they had a lot of intersections, right? I once quietly asked my master if he was also one of the legendary Zhao Wangfei, but I don’t know what keywords triggered it. My master’s face suddenly turned up, and he was punished to practice the Luoxia Sword Technique several times, and he never dared to ask again.

By the way, isn't Longque involved in the past story between King Zhao and Master? It must know.

The gossip girl opened her eyes excitedly and grabbed Longque, who was lying beside her.

Longque was lying in bed bored when she felt someone grabbing her and shaking her: "Queque, Queque."

Longque suddenly felt the mood of her childhood friend: so noisy...

She jumped in disgust and shook Ling Ruoyu away: "Do you know me well? Who are you calling Queque?"

Ling Ruoyu was also stunned for a moment. Why did she call out like that subconsciously? Do you know Shengdao well?

No, this scene feels a little familiar...

Ling Ruoyu gathered his thoughts and said with a smile: "Well, I want to ask about the story of King Zhao."

Longque instantly became alert: "I know this. What do you want to hear? Is it the story of him relying on me to kill the enemy generals, or the story of him relying on me to escape? I tell you, without me, Longque, he, Zhao Changhe, would be a rookie..."

"...I'm asking about the story of King Zhao, not your story."

"How can his story be separated from me? What battles did he not fight with me! Except for a little bit of archery, and a little bit of Diudiu relied on Xinghe to attack... I tell you, don't think Xinghe is aloof, she is just for poking people in the ass, it's me, Longque, who will face the enemy head-on with great power. "

I'm not asking about Xinghe... But for some reason, Ling Ruoyu instinctively refuted: "Xinghe Sword should not be so..."

Don't bully me for not understanding, according to the few words that Master has passed on, the grade of Xinghe Sword should be higher than your Longque, King Zhao only uses Xinghe as an auxiliary weapon because he is more accustomed to the style of fighting with overwhelming momentum, and using you is more suitable, it doesn't mean that Xinghe is not As for you, Longque... I didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would say bad things about your friends behind their backs...

"Why didn't it come to this?" Longque put his hands on his hips: "Do you understand Xinghe? Understand Zhao Changhe? If you understand, why are you asking me?"

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

"Hurry up and tell me that Xinghe can only stab people in the ass. If you don't, don't expect me to tell you a story."

Ling Ruoyu said aggrievedly: "Xinghe can only stab people... No, that's too dirty, can you not say it?"

"Is there any Jianghu people who don't swear?" Longque pointed out: "Your so-called King Zhao, When he was the leader of the mountain stronghold, he was full of foul language, no one was as foul as him. Later, in order to seduce Tang Wanzhuang, he began to cultivate his mind and cultivate his character to make himself elegant and even deceived himself..."

He really seduce Tang Wanzhuang... Ling Ruoyu's idol collapsed halfway, and asked cautiously: "The legend that King Zhao was a bandit in the mountain stronghold, is it true?"

"How can this be false? He also has a wife."

"Wife? Who?"

"Yue Hongling..."

Ling Ruoyu was petrified as if a thunderbolt struck his head.

The idol collapsed, and the master who he admired in his heart also lost his dignity.

"Hey? Lingling? Ruoruo? Yuyu? Are you listening?" Longque jumped out of his knife in surprise and waved his hand in front of Ling Ruoyu: "Hey, don't tell me that you have a crush on my master, and you got your head smashed because you competed with your master for a man?"

"Who, who said that?" Ling Ruoyu woke up as if from a dream and jumped up: "He is just a senior hero I admire. I have never seen him. What's the 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 just feel that his name is particularly familiar. I used to think that I admired the hero, but now it seems that it is because he is my master..."

"You are particularly fond of 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.

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

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

Longque stopped talking. The twin-ponytail Loli touched her chin with two fingers, stared at Ling Ruoyu up and down, and then said after a long while: "Say, Xinghe is a bastard."

Ling Ruoyu: "?"

"If you don't tell me, 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 shouldn't talk behind others' 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 her hair in distress, and her 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 solitary 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 Longque, are there any girls who don’t stay still? That's the commonality. Sure enough, only the dragon bird is the smartest.

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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 if she can understand it. What imperial...

I got up early because I noticed someone approaching in the 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 much about sex 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 and pulled him into the hospital to sit down: "I'm fine...how can I still have a gray beard when I'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'm Yu San too fast. If it's just Yu Realm, it's not to the point of breaking up and rebuilding. Otherwise, what will Hong Ling and the others do?" Zhao Changhe added a glass of wine to him and said with a smile: "I'm looking for you so early in the morning. What's wrong with me?"

"What, are you interrupting your night of lovemaking with your maid?"

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

"You are the only one who has the idea of ​​equality. If others don't accept this, 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 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 Buqi'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 evil behind the scenes is the Four Symbols Sect..."

"ha……"

"But what do you mean, you actually don't 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 sword spirit 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, the bag in her hand is a bit heavy, but it seems that you are just focusing on getting along and have almost forgotten about the real thing? "

"Squeak..." The door at the back opened, and Qin walked out leisurely, combing her hair into a bun as 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 there is nothing wrong.

Wan Dongliu twitched his cheeks and said nothing. Baoqin walked forward and poured Zhao Changhe a glass of wine, muttering: "I didn't ask... Anyway, there is always time to tell. I was going to tell you this morning. You know so much, so tell me..."