Chapter 882 Master and Servant

Everyone in Longque Galaxy was very happy, and each got the answer they wanted. Zhao Changhe had a dragon bird on his waist and Xinghe in his hand, and went back to drink in a happy mood.

Ling Ruoyu secretly looked at the way he was holding her hand, lowering her head all the way, feeling strange.

Neither of them have any idea of ​​men and women. Zhao Changhe felt that whether it was a father or a master, it was normal and affectionate to hold the child's hand, but Ling Ruoyu always thought that this was called holding the galaxy.

Now the girl is always wondering what it would be like if he held her in a fight, grabbing her ankles and hitting someone with her head... There seems to be a similar weapon in the world called a one-legged bronze man.

If there is such a scene, how should you position your hands? Should you hold your head, keep them close to your legs, or spread them out to fly?

Ling Ruoyu covered his head... How could he consider such a thing? It was really broken.

After following Zhao Changhe back to the Hou Mansion in a daze, he bumped into Tang Buqi who was going to relieve himself in the backyard of the banquet hall. Tang Buqi drank some wine and grinned when he saw Zhao Changhe: "You're not dead?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Ling Ruoyu took out his hand without leaving a trace and bowed politely: "Senior."

"What senior?" Zhao Changhe said, "This is your brother."

Tang Buqi: "..."

Ling Ruoyu looked at Old Tang, whose beard and hair were all white, and he couldn't say that "brother". In fact, Xinghe and Tang Buqi were not very familiar with each other. Tang Buqi didn't seem to exist in Xinghe's memory of that year. Now Ling Ruoyu only knew that Wu Hou scolded the master for not lifting his head even after being kicked by a donkey.

Zhao Changhe also remembered it and sneered: "Who do you think won't do it?"

Tang Buqi said leisurely: "Isn't it? None of our old friends have a son or a half. Even Situ Xiao, who claimed to have no interest in women, later married a wife and had children. Except for the sick Han Wubing, there were only He has been without a job for thirty years... No wonder, he never goes to have fun with us, so that's what happened to my poor aunt..."

Zhao Changhe suppressed his blush.

I want to say that Ling Ruoyu is the one, but I also know that the nature is different. If he really comes out to speak out, he will be humiliated. Tang Buqi is probably waiting.

But Ling Ruoyu raised her hand weakly: "I heard from Master that His Majesty had one back then..."

Zhao Changhe's eyes lit up, Chi Chi is really there? If so, then I would be the earliest among my friends, the kind who can make people shine and blacken you in the circle of friends.

Tang Buqi had a look on his face: "Your family's swordsman heritage is indeed unique."

Damn, this is the number one secret of the government and the public, even a fledgling girl knows it... This time, she didn't get the chance back, and she was shown off. Tang Buqi felt so full that he went to the toilet with a puff of sleeves.

The injury from the fake Xinghe Lingchi was still painful.

Xinghe once again helped his master win a big victory, and the two of them entered the banquet hall with their heads held high.

We entered the side hall, and instead of joining the birthday guests outside, the tables were all sitting in our own backyard. Except for Chichi on the dragon throne and Sisi who was far away in Miao territory, everyone else was there. Seeing Ling Ruoyu follow Zhao Changhe in step by step, everyone also knew their choice, not to return to the Sword Spirit, but to be a little apprentice.

This choice did not surprise everyone, and Yue Hongling knew it would be the case. She waved with a smile: "Yu'er, come sit here with master."

Ling Ruoyu glanced around, still feeling strange. When I was Xinghe, I had fought side by side with them, so there was no need to be respectful to them. But when I was Ling Ruoyu, did I have to bow down one by one to say junior salute...

Master said that you should be polite and respect your seniors.

She hesitated for a second, then bowed honestly: "Hello, aunts."

A group of women blinked at the same time and subconsciously dug into their pockets to find a gift.

It's so strange, look at this polite little white flower... According to everyone's understanding of Xinghe, you haven't seen anything about us. You really can't respect us as elders in your heart. What's more, Xinghe is also a stabbing The magic sword with human eyes and the blank made by Ye Wuming are not good things in theory.

I don’t know if she really changed her temper and became a cute girl, or if another black lotus disguised as a white lotus bloomed in front of everyone, and she had to be given a warm and affectionate greeting gift.

Only Zhao Changhe couldn't see the Jiujiu in everyone's heart. He looked at them all with aunty smiles on their faces as they gave meeting gifts. One person gave him a jade pendant and another person gave him a bead. It felt like this kid had changed from the protagonist of a Jianghu novel to the protagonist of a group favorite. of……

"Hello, Aunt Baoqin." The gift was received in front of Baoqin.

Lord Changshi looked at the little white flower in front of him, his face a little red. Just yesterday he was still pretending to be in front of her and "fighting for a man with Sunset Excalibur". I felt that the society was very dead. It seemed like he would have to bleed heavily if he didn't want to be publicized and ridiculed. Baoqin knocked out his teeth and swallowed his blood, took out a large stack of banknotes, and stuffed them into the little girl's arms with a smile: "You still need to carry some money with you when traveling around the world, don't be too young..."

With tens of thousands of taels in her arms, Ling Ruoyu sat down next to her master contentedly, sitting obediently.

Holding Qin's heart is bleeding, it is the dowry that has been saved for a long time.

Yue Hongling knew it well. She smiled and watched her apprentice take the things from the hands of his love rivals. She smiled refreshedly and said, "Now that the big deal is settled, does Changhe have any new arrangements?"

When he is not around, you can just say that the world will not change without you, and everyone can make their own arrangements. Once he was here, he immediately became the backbone, and even Ye Jiuyou looked at him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

In fact, Zhao Changhe didn't want to make any plans at this time. He just wanted to spend some time with everyone, so he said: "There's no rush. The imperial court will first clear away the remnants of the Heavenly Dao in the realm, and let Sisi use her method to locate it." Tiandao position? I also want to see if I can re-train Longque... There is quite a lot of preparation work, let’s talk about the next step.”

These are all nonsense that he would naturally do without telling him. The so-called Dragon Bird reforging is not something that everyone can help with. Everyone knew what he was thinking when they heard it, and they all sipped their wine with a half-smile and said nothing.

You want to accompany us, but we won’t let you. Everyone agreed, whoever comes first is the dog, who dares to show that he misses you in front of so many people.

Even if my heart is full of passion and I want to tell him goodbye, I still have to keep it on my face and say "go to hell".

Ye Jiuyou was the first to stretch and leave the table: "You guys eat slowly, I went to practice, and I feel like vomiting when I see someone."

"You still want to vomit?" Piaomiao said angrily: "Who hid him from others for so long?"

Ye Jiuyou said leisurely: "Can't you vomit after watching it for thirty years? A corpse puppet that has no response at all. Whoever wants to see it can look at it."

"No matter who you are, you are a dog." Huangfu said, "Since there are no arrangements, I will go back."

Someone took the lead, and everyone jumped up, turned around, and walked away. Yue Hongling also took Ling Ruoyu, who had just sat down, and left directly.

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

I haven't eaten yet...

Aren't you all gathered here just to see him? So what are you doing by saying you are embarrassed when you see him? A bunch of old aunties are still so awkward.

"Master..." Outside the house, Ling Ruoyu whispered: "Do you want to deliberately suffocate him to death? Let him beg you?"

Yue Hongling kept her eyes straight: "What else? We don't want to lose face?"

"That's wrong, Master." Ling Ruoyu paused: "He is not hungry at all. He has spent the past two days with Master Chang Shi, which is a long time."

Yue Hongling: "?"

It's over, everyone's alliance consensus may be ruined in the hands of this stinky maid. Baoqin was not considered his person back then, but this time he was simply considered his new recruit. What does it have to do with other people's agreements? I'm not afraid of being laughed at as a dog.

Ling Ruoyu was saying: "If you all ignore him, the worst he can do is find Master Chang Shi. At that time, you will be watching them and me, and you don't know whether you are suppressing him or yourself..."

Yue Hongling took a deep breath, took out a booklet and handed it to her apprentice: "For meritorious service, I will reward you for the latest sword skills that I have learned over the years. I have studied hard these days."

Ling Ruoyu took the booklet with a smile: "Thank you, Master."

Different from other sword spirits, they generally come with their master's complete sword skills. Xinghe does not have a complete routine, because Zhao Changhe is not a swordsman, does not have a complete inheritance of swordsmanship, and has no swordsmanship at all. If there is, it is also the inherent meaning of the night sky in the galaxy. Therefore, even if Ling Ruoyu awakens Xinghe's memory, her master's guidance is still of great value to her.

The master's figure flashed and disappeared, obviously he had gone to catch the rapist.

Ling Ruoyu put away the book and returned to the side hall leisurely. Sure enough, Zhao Changhe was no longer here. The little girl sat back down and ate at the table of food to herself.

They say Xinghe is stupid, but I think you are the stupidest.

While the master and apprentice were whispering, Zhao Changhe was running into obstacles everywhere.

Ye Jiuyou: "Go and find Ye Wuming who wants to die for you. I'm not familiar with you."

Piaomiao: "We agreed to wait until you conquer Ye Wuming before you can touch me. Don't go back on your word."

Yuan Sanniang: "Who are you?"

Huangfu Qing: "Where did you come from, you stinky pig, get out of here."

Tang Wanzhuang: "...I'm here, I'll be laughed at, so I don't want to."

Tang Buqi: "Your private courtyard? Why should we arrange a private courtyard for you? Who should sleep there? Oh, it turns out that you were kicked out by them. Hahahahaha, you have today too! Steward! According to my order, you are not allowed to sleep with this person. The guest arranges the house. What? Who told you that he is King Zhao? King Zhao has a scar on his face. Are you blind? Come and get rid of this person who pretends to be King Zhao!"

The dignified King Zhao didn't even have his own private guest house when he arrived at Wu Hou's mansion, so he was driven out by Wu Hou like a dog.

Zhao Changhe stood alone in the atrium, looking at the sky speechlessly.

Baoqin's head popped out from the side: "Master, here, here."

Zhao Changhe trotted over, held Qin's hand and quietly slipped into Tang Wanzhuang's waterside pavilion.

"Did you ask her to do the evening makeup? She's not afraid of being laughed at?"

"It's because I live here too." Baoqin dragged Zhao Changhe into the small house next to the waterside pavilion: "This is where Baoqin lived before. Why does the young master need to arrange a place for us?"

Although the house was small, it finally had a place to stay. Zhao Changhe sat on the edge of the small bed and sighed: "When will this day end..."

Baoqin smiled and said, "We had a fight today. Are you sweating? Do you want Baoqin to help you wash it again?"

Go ahead and go, the more you want to save face, the more money you will make by holding Qin. What does your dog's agreement have to do with me? I'm a newcomer, hehe.

Seeing that Zhao Changhe still looked a little troubled, he sat Qin in his arms, bit his ear and said, "It's very simple for me to solve this problem..."

"Ah?" Zhao Changhe asked curiously: "I feel that they are all very angry... Some of them are not so angry, and they can't let go for the sake of face. They feel that this matter is very difficult to handle."

"What's the problem?" Baoqin whispered, "I just favored Baoqin in front of them, and within two days they couldn't stand it anymore..."

Sure enough, it was the standard answer.

In fact, Zhao Changhe knew that no matter who he went to, he could break the situation by being persistent. The most difficult part of this matter was not whether he could put down his face, but who he went to. No matter who he went to coax, others would only be furious. Who hadn't been abandoned by you for thirty years, and you went to coax her? I am not as good as her in your heart, right?

So no one could go.

On the contrary, only Baoqin didn't have the problem of coaxing anyone. Of course, it could only be here, and no one could say anything.

"Okay..." Baoqin kissed the man's neck gently and whispered: "Even if it's not to solve their problems... Baoqin also hopes that the master will pamper her more..."

Zhao Changhe hugged him and lowered his head to kiss him.

Not long after, under the stars and the moon, Baoqin's unsuppressed low moaning sound came faintly from the small house beside the water pavilion. In the water pavilion, Tang Wanzhuang was curled up in bed with a thin blanket, turning around and around, and was so angry that her old illness almost relapsed.

The stinky girl was stealing my man next to her in front of me, and she didn't even suppress her voice.

If I had known, I should have sneaked away in the afternoon before others arrived... I waited until the evening when everyone was here, and I refused him out of face. What about now?

Others can't hear what's happening here unless they deliberately open their spiritual senses. I'm so close that I can hear it even if I cover my ears. It's really torture.

You damn girl, just wait for me!

Hey... You damn girl, you're so good, you're begging for mercy now? Tang Wanzhuang pricked up her ears.

"Master..." Baoqin was panting: "Is Baoqin useless..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

Baoqin acted coquettishly: "Actually, Baoqin is not that useless. It's mainly because this bed is a little small...Should we change places?"

Zhao Changhe asked: "Where?"

"The waterside pavilion, the young lady's bed, it's so fragrant and soft..." Baoqin said: "Anyway, the young lady just can't be intimate with the son-in-law for fear of being laughed at, but it's not that I can't borrow the bed. The young lady is very nice to me and won't be so stingy."

Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

"Is it okay?"

"Maybe the young lady is asleep, let's go secretly..."

Tang Wanzhuang's eyes blurred, and Zhao Changhe had appeared beside her holding Baoqin, and the two white bodies were entangled and kissed beside her.

Tang Wanzhuang was angry and amused, knowing that Baoqin was deliberately creating opportunities for the young lady, and Zhao Changhe was also deliberately going with the flow. For Prime Minister Tang, who had the intention of cheating in the afternoon, of course he was not very angry, but how could he not feel itchy in his heart?

It might be embarrassing for someone else, but this is Baoqin.

Serving him together with Baoqin is not only deeply rooted in Baoqin's heart, but also a fact that Tang Wanzhuang has long recognized. There is no sense of disobedience.

Tang Wanzhuang maintained her last dignity and did not kick the adulterous couple off the bed. She followed the steps handed by Baoqin and pretended to sleep and turned sideways to the inside without looking. This was her last resistance.

The voice coming from the side was seductive and lingering in her heart, numb. Tang Wanzhuang gritted her teeth. She really couldn't imagine that the delicate little maid she had seen since she was a child could be so virtuous in bed.

Who said that back then disliked that big bear who could break the strings of the piano and refused to let her be with him?

The amplitude of their movements became larger and larger. The hand had already rubbed against her back, which was deliberately tilted backwards, and then touched her buttocks.

Tang Wanzhuang tensed her body and gritted her teeth to pretend to be dead.

"Miss...save, save me..." The maid whispered in her ear: "I can't do it anymore..."

Tang Wanzhuang: "..."

The actions behind her became more and more unscrupulous, and Tang Wanzhuang's heart skipped a beat. That guy actually put Baoqin on her...

How can she pretend to sleep like this?

Baoqin leaned over, and Rulan's breath was right next to the young lady's ear. Tang Wanzhuang finally couldn't help but gasp.

Lying on her side like this would make Baoqin very uncomfortable... Tang Wanzhuang thought vaguely, and slowly lay down.

The little maid pressed on her head, and the master and servant looked at each other with blurred eyes for a few breaths, and their faces were flushed. Baoqin bit her lower lip and murmured with some difficulty: "Miss...don't look..."

The next moment, she collapsed into a heap and turned over weakly.

The one covering her body became Zhao Changhe.

"I..." Tang Wanzhuang dodged Zhao Changhe's kiss for a while, tilted her head and said: "I am saving Baoqin, not for you."

Before she finished speaking, her mouth was blocked.

Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and responded obediently, showing that her body was not as hard as her mouth. The little maid rested for a while, barely stood up, and reached out to untie the lady's belt.

Feeling the movement of holding the zither, Tang Wanzhuang was a little dazed.

This strange and embarrassing scene seemed to have happened a long time ago, perhaps it should have happened thirty years ago, and in countless dreams.