The Book of Troubled Times

"You deliberately left Baoqin there to greet me, right?" Zhao Changhe asked Tang Wanzhuang in a low voice on the way into the palace.

"Alas..." Tang Wanzhuang sighed: "The West Chamber is stuffed under my nose. I usually wander around with my cheek when I have nothing to do. If I don't give you a chance, you will blame me to death."

Holding the head of the piano, he kept his head low and said nothing.

Tang Wanzhuang said: "You have such a good temper that you will never want to marry someone else. You will just turn a blind eye for a long time, which will hurt someone's heart sooner or later. If you really want to have a temporary marriage or something, I'm even more afraid that if you say no, you will You may not understand what happened... You might as well find a chance to get along with me first. I know you can't stand it when you hug me and scold others, so you must give me an explanation. Isn't this easy... Be nice to others in the future, people? She's my sister, but she really doesn't treat her like a maid."

Zhao Changhe took the hand holding Qin and raised it up: "Who said she was a maid? This is also my sister."

Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help laughing: "You'll be happier if I give you an identity, right?"

Zhao Changhe also laughed: "How many identities I have piled up with you are just for chasing you, not for playing tricks."

"What other tricks do you want to play?" Tang Wanzhuang secretly glanced around and whispered: "Sometimes I really wish you weren't so good at what you do outside. Every time I receive a message from you, I feel like you are She said to me: It’s time to fulfill it... But I get angry when I see Huangfu, I feel uncomfortable thinking about it, and she won’t agree. You really don’t know how many years we have been fighting.”

Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Those things, when the boat comes to the bridge, it's not good to force it. Just like today, I have said that you really don't need to drive me into the palace, how can you think about those things every day."

This time, Tang Wan, Zhuang Yue and Hong Ling all looked at him, feeling that you were very interested in making arrangements in the past few days. Why does it feel wrong today? Could it be bad? What should we do if you fail...

Zhao Changhe sighed and said: "I don't know if you have noticed. Every time you quarrel, I feel helpless. I don't know what to do. I'm thankful that I can stop quarreling. I really don't dare to visit Shu before I get to Long." . Just like when you two met for the first time, how could you think that I would consider that? Really."

Everyone laughed. Thinking about it, it was true that he was helpless every time he faced a quarrel, which was quite different from his behavior outside.

So today's family dinner is even more important to him. There are so many people gathering together. At least Tang Wanzhuang knew that it was hard for her to be angry with Huangfu Qing, so I thought I should be like this.

When he arrived at the banquet hall, the first thing he saw was Xia Chichi talking to Huangfuqing. Huangfuqing was sipping a cup of tea and nodding with satisfaction.

I don’t know what they were talking about, but the position they were sitting in was a typical shameless position near the water.

This is a large round table. The seat facing the wall obviously belongs to the "chief seat". It is empty at the moment and seems to be reserved for the "head of the family". Don't look at these two, one is the Queen Mother and the other is the Emperor. Even the little maid knows who the real head of the family is.

The top and bottom seats of the main seat were directly occupied by Huangfu Qingxia Chichi, which meant that the positions to the left and right of Zhao Changhe had been occupied in advance, and others could only sit on them before taking the seat.

What's even more interesting is that Xia Chichi didn't wear a dragon robe, but a casual white robe. Huangfu Qing was still dressed in red, so the scene happened to be two red and two white, just like a group that had been prepared long ago, with a small cabbage as green as a takeaway. The Baoqin is the most unique.

In the late Tang Dynasty, Zhuangyue Hongling's chatting and smiling expression disappeared completely.

No matter how close you are to the water, you can't be so direct, right? Do you have to separate the big and small and hold our heads down to make us look like the small ones?

Tang Wanzhuang stared directly at Huangfu Qing. Forget it Xia Chichi, she is still His Majesty after all. You, Huangfuqing, are not really His Majesty’s mother. You have been a fake concubine since the previous dynasty, and you are still out of breath? Come on, come on, our sixteen-year war is not over yet, do you think Yujing is great?

Yue Hongling stared at Xia Chichi. Forget about Huangfu Qing, we have a friendship to fight side by side, who are you, Xia Chichi? It can be said that Yue Hongling is open-minded and basically does not take jealousy from others. The only thing she feels is the scene when Zhao Changhe stood up in front of Luo Qi and almost fell out with her. The more she got along with Zhao Changhe, the more bitter she became when she thought about it. She couldn't bear it several times. Ask if Luo Qi and I fight now, will you protect her and fall out with me?

Do you want to try it today?

The two on this side stared at each other, and the two on the other side also stopped talking and stared back with half-smiling smiles. Who is afraid of whom? There seemed to be something crackling between their gazes.

Baoqin let go of Zhao Changhe's hand and began to grind his teeth, preparing to start a group for the young lady.

Even before the family banquet started, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was already filled with clouds. The surrounding maids were so frightened that they shrank and hid far away. Zhao Changhe held his forehead and was speechless.

Just know.

There was nothing we could do about it anymore. Today's Zhao Changhe was scolding Fang Qiu, and naturally he was not Wu Xia Ahe in the past. He quickly spoke before both parties could speak: "What were you two, master and disciple, talking about just now?"

When he asked, Xia Chichi still gave him face and said: "After discussing the various situations with my mother, for example, the sweet potatoes you mentioned before were indeed found overseas, and now we are looking for pilots to plant them. As well as the special exotic beasts you mentioned in your letter, There are already one or two types of alien species in the palace. They have sent envoys to Dali along with the imperial seal of credence. Most of them will arrive soon, and others are being sent to look for them. As for money, the queen mother said that there is a Silk Road over Guanlong. In fact, our sea trade is not inferior at all. They are now being interfered by Ying Wu, but we are in full swing. If we fight a protracted war, we will become more and more superior...Eh? What are you doing?"

As he was talking, Zhao Changhe had already walked all the way to the table. He first glanced at the last seat, which was facing the main seat and facing away from the door. He originally intended to sit at the last seat to show that the round table did not prioritize, but he immediately gave up this plan. .

The priority of the seats is not the key. For them, who is sitting next to them is the most important thing. What is the priority of the seats? Once he takes the last position, it will be convenient for Wanzhuang Hongling to immediately seize the left and right. This will become a blatant favoritism. Chichi and Huangfu will go crazy, so there is no choice.

So without hesitation, he walked over to Chi Chi, picked her up and put her on his lap. Xia Chi Chi didn't even finish her words when the scene became that she was sitting on the man's lap and reporting to everyone.

Being held like this, although Xia Chichi was happy that he was openly intimate, her face was a little uncomfortable under the burning eyes of others, and she struggled lightly: "What are you doing..."

"Looking at the confidence that our Majesty has national affairs at heart, I feel happy." Zhao Changhe kissed the side of her face: "Thank you for your hard work."

Xia Chichi quickly glanced at the people who were watching blankly, but she was still very happy in her heart, and whispered: "What a small thing for me, Tang Qing has helped a lot... It's only hard for you to fight in the north and south. Okay, Put me down, what are you saying?"

Zhao Changhe politely put her aside and took the seat: "Today's family banquet is also a state banquet. Your Majesty will take the seat and preside over it."

He said hello: "Come here with Qin and sit here with me."

With three streaks of grease on her face, Baoqin took a few steps forward with a confused look on her face, pointing at her nose: "I'm a maid, I don't have a seat."

"Who said our family still cares about this if you don't have a seat?" Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand and pulled her to sit beside him without any explanation.

Baoqin sat there blankly...Does this count as having a table with His Majesty?

But when I turned around and looked at Zhao Changhe's smiling face, I felt like crying...

Zhao Changhe called to Tang Wanzhuang and Yue Hongling again: "Sit down wherever you want, why are you still standing there?"

At this moment, Xia Chichi was sitting in the main seat in confusion as the emperor, Zhao Changhe and Huangfu Qing were separated on the left and right, holding Qin and sitting on the right side of Zhao Changhe with a blank expression, regardless of the feeling of priority or the feeling around him , all faded away completely.

The tense atmosphere before had long since disappeared. Tang Wanzhuang and Yue Hongling were a little surprised in their hearts, and they would not make trouble at this time. Tang Wanzhuang went to sit next to Baoqin, and Yue Hongling went to Huangfuqing's side. A possible big rivalry between the two teams was eliminated.

Zhao Changhe picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Zhao Changhe wanders around the rivers and lakes and seldom has the opportunity to get together with his family. It is rare that it coincides with the New Year, and even Hong Ling gathers here, and he is really happy. I hope that the world will be settled soon, and we will be reunited every day in the future. .Drink to win!”

Everyone's beautiful eyes turned, looking at him drinking first, everyone had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Recalling the little moments of acquaintance is like watching the transformation of a big boy into a man step by step.

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PS: Xiaozhang, there will be more at night. In addition, what happened yesterday made me realize the key to the misalignment of the positive and negative brain circuits. I wrote it in the author's statement, not in PS to avoid a big drama, but it is important to take a look.

After what happened yesterday, I realized a problem at the end...I assumed that everyone knew the concept of a maid, but in the end I discovered that many people really didn't know it, which was a bit surprising. So much so that the single chapter actually didn’t hit the point and was deleted.

I have added a few sentences to the original text, but I will also say it here: Unless you have other ideas, generally speaking, if the master does not want a maid, you will be discriminated against by society, and the purpose of not wanting it is to sell it or marry it to someone else. Therefore, if you refuse or even just put it aside, it will be devastating to the person concerned. No matter how nice the reason is, it will be useless and it will only be regarded as an excuse.

The most severe outcome can lead to suicide, no joke. At the very least, it requires a plot of depression and relief to make people sad.

So some brothers may have good intentions, but they may do bad things according to your ideas. At least Baoqin himself will really hate you.

If you want her without hesitation, that will make her happy. However, Changhe does not treat people like maids. He plays the piano with them, goes shopping hand in hand, and serves meals with them. He is treated with respect and tenderness that exceeds expectations.

Smacking, smacking, our morality is for the sake of the client's smile, or to satisfy our mysophobia in her painful eyes.