As Tang Wanzhuang entered the hall, the originally noisy hall fell silent for an instant, and many people held their breath.

It's not the oppression caused by status, it's the appearance.

She is so beautiful.

It's almost like Wu Yue's graceful landscapes have come together in one body. It seems that as long as she stands there, she represents Jiangnan.

Her temperament used to be sickly and frail, but now she is no longer sickly and frail, but her grace is still beautiful and graceful. In addition, having been in power for thirty years, her majestic demeanor is a bonus, and she is truly breathtakingly beautiful.

That eternal face seems to be God saying that this kind of good fortune should not pass away, and ordinary people do not need to be jealous. It is God who does not allow her to see her hair grow old.

The uniform greetings of young people came from the hall, breaking the silence: "My grandnephew sends his regards to my aunt."

Guests: "..."

The mountains and rivers of Wuyue suddenly collapsed and turned into rural bamboo fences, where chickens and dogs heard each other.

Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes rested on Zhao Changhe for a short moment, then turned a few times on Baoqin's bun, and responded softly: "There is no need to be polite. Baoqin, is this the husband you are looking for?"

He laughed like a dog and didn't answer.

"It's still early, let's talk about the dinner later. If you don't want to serve the guests first, take the piano and accompany me back to the old house for a chat, and take your husband with you."

"yes."

Tang Wanzhuang went out as soon as she entered. Zhao Changhe followed behind without saying a word. Ling Ruoyu subconsciously extended her hand. She also wanted to meet the beloved Prime Minister Tang, but she didn't know where to stand.

If Queque did not lie, then the beloved prime minister and his master might be rivals in love.

Tang Buqi coughed dryly, sat back on the throne, and said in a majestic tone: "Little girl, is that a dragon bird you are holding in your arms?"

Ling Ruoyu came to his senses and could only answer: "Yes, junior Ling Ruoyu will protect the sword and go south, and deliver the holy sword to Wu Hou. I hope Wu Hou will organize people to escort him back to the capital."

There was a slight noise in the hall: "She is Ling Ruoyu! She is so young."

"A few seconds passed in a day, and at the age of 16, he reached the 18th in the rankings. There is no one among the young generation today who can surpass him."

"Even if the Sunset Divine Sword reappeared in the world back then, I should be ashamed of myself."

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

Stop talking, I'm afraid I'll get beaten when I go back.

Tang Buqi twitched the corner of his mouth. Most people didn't know that Ling Ruoyu was Yue Hongling's apprentice, and he, Tang Buqi, didn't know either, but he just needed to know who was with Ling Ruoyu just now. The real master is with you.

Give me this broken knife?

The guy surnamed Zhao is really having fun now. Is this some new type of trick to pick up girls?

Tang Buqi calmed down and said seriously: "Young people should not give up halfway when doing things. You have protected this sword for so long, and you should continue to bring it to the capital. It is not the swordsman's fault to leave it to outsiders."

Ling Ruoyu opened his mouth, feeling that there was something wrong with what he said. The reason I went south to protect the sword was to give it to you, otherwise why would I go south?

If Tang Buqi had made such a statement yesterday, Ling Ruoyu would have dropped the knife and turned around and left. Anyway, it was none of my business if the knife was delivered. But today, I feel a little relieved. Before I walked in, I was still thinking that I didn't want to give the knife.

In the end, Wu Hou really didn't want it... he was indeed a highly respected senior, he was considerate.

It's really strange, why can't I let go of that broken knife with such a nasty and stinky temperament... Well, it must be so that she can take it with me to see the galaxy.

The girl was sitting in the corner holding the dragon bird in confusion, watching the guests one after another congratulating each other and giving gifts. Her thoughts were a little distant and she didn't know where she was going.

Kenshin seemed to instinctively feel that there were malicious glances from the crowd of guests. The girl suddenly raised her head and looked around, but she couldn't find her.

"Quieque, do you feel any malicious intent?"

"Yes, I am the most sensitive to this. I told you that back then..."

"Okay, okay, don't be a bastard of your past. Do you know which one it is? At the birthday banquet of the Marquis of Wu, there are many heroes gathered, and there are actually people who dare to covet you..."

"It's not just one, it's many."

Ling Ruoyu was horrified and wanted to stand up: "I must inform Wu Hou about this."

"Did Tang Bucry let you get close? If you run over now, don't get caught as an assassin first."

Ling Ruoyu turned to look in the direction of Tang Buqi. There was a young man bending over and saying to Tang Buqi: "That Miss Ling is so beautiful and powerful, I think..."

With a "pop" sound, Tang Buqi slapped his son and spun him around: "That bastard is either your aunt, or your aunt!"

son:"???"

Ling Ruoyu didn't hear clearly what was said there, and shuddered when she saw Wu Hou beating his son.

As expected, he is the majestic and solemn person in the legend, so fierce.

Tang Buqi was holding his forehead: "Why do you feel that my birthday will be very tragic... Please go check the guards of the Hou Mansion and check if there are any special circumstances."

"My aunt and grandma are here, who else dares to cause trouble?"

"Just because she came here looking for nothing, it means someone is causing trouble." Tang Buqi lectured his son: "Otherwise, do you think she can really come all the way for my birthday banquet, and the majestic Prime Minister has nothing to do? But then again, do you think she can really come all the way for my birthday banquet?

, they will be fine if anything happens to them here. The reason why we have done enough homework is to avoid being embarrassed and have our aunt wipe our butts when we are old. Do we want your father and me to jump into the river? "

Tang Buqi still had something to say in his stomach. Of course, his aunt may not necessarily have something to do here. She could just come here to see the man. But as long as the man is there, nothing good will ever happen.

Thinking of the young man who was as young as ever in those green years, the memories of those green years dancing around the rivers and lakes, singing and drinking, flashed through his mind. Tang Buqi sat there in a daze, and the birthday congratulations of the guests in front of him became very distant and could not be heard clearly.

"I didn't expect you to be here." In the waterside pavilion where Tang Wanzhuang once lived, Tang Wanzhuang made tea with her bare hands, and sat opposite Zhao Changhe with a calm voice. She stood beside him holding the qin, like a cassette player being played back.

then.

The cicadas chirped in the flowing water as before, but what changed was that the little maid holding the piano combed her hair into a bun, and the moss marks at the foot of the bamboo building confirmed the mottled traces of time.

"So you came here for the galaxy?"

"Yes, it's Buqi's birthday, and I wanted to come and see my family... I just didn't expect to see you." Tang Wanzhuang glanced at Baoqin with her beautiful eyes, half-smiling: "Now that I've grown up, I don't send messages, just for the sake of

What about eating secretly?"

Baoqin apologized and said, "Baoqin knew that the lady would come this time and there was no need to send a message, so she stole the day."

How could Tang Wanzhuang really blame her? She felt soft in her heart, as if saying to herself: "It's pretty good..."

Baoqin sniffed: "Miss..."

"Okay, now you are the chief historian of my prime minister's office and my right-hand man."

"That won't work. Without me, who will help the young lady carry the piano?"

"Give me the piano."

Holding the piano and handing it over, Tang Wanzhuang placed it on the table, reached out and gently stroked a string of clear sounds, then raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Changhe: "What music do you want to listen to?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Whatever you want, as long as you play, I will listen."

The sound of the piano sounds like mountains and flowing water, only telling the story of a close friend.

Zhao Changhe sipped tea and listened to the music quietly. Looking at Tang Wanzhuang's soft and smiling expression, he felt that tea was more intoxicating than wine.

After meeting the evening makeup, it can be said that I have changed the most. On the outside, I have restrained my recklessness, but in fact, I have seen the country from a corner of the world and gone to the world.

Wan Zhuang herself has also gone from the Demon Suppressor who suppressed the devils in the world to the more extensive and hard-working government affairs of the government and the opposition. Even when Xia Chichi was "conquering the army personally", Wan Zhuang has been presiding over the stability of the government and the opposition, putting away all his edge.

, just be the woman behind the scenes.

After being overtaken by Huangfu Qingxu, who had been fighting for her whole life, she stopped chasing him.

Those are meaningless... For the rest of my life, I will only live for you.

Cooking tea with her husband playing the piano in the backyard may be the picture that Tang Wanzhuang looks forward to the most.

"Zheng", Tang Wanzhuang stretched out her hand to press the strings, and the lingering sound lingered with the fragrance of tea.

"If I can't wait for such Qincha in thirty years, can I do it in the future?" Tang Wanzhuang asked.

Zhao Changhe said: "It's almost time."

Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly, stood up, and walked to the waterside pavilion window to look at the scenery.

Zhao Changhe also stood beside him. No matter how noisy the main hall in the distance was, here it was just a garden outside the world, with a stream of water and a field of flowers.

Tang Wanzhuang looked at the bees running around among the flowers and said casually: "Come for a walk with me?"

"Um."

The two walked side by side among the flowers, but did not speak for a long time.

Is it a wonderful expectation to visit the park quietly side by side, or is it because it has been so long that I can’t find a topic?

Zhao Changhe didn't look for a topic. He just reached out and held Tang Wanzhuang's hand. His delicate hand was still as smooth as grease, but it was no longer as cold as before. After holding it gently for a long time, both of them could feel the warmth and silence conveyed by the other.

The hearts that had been together for a long time began to beat together in rhythm.

"After so many years of peace and quiet, and all my thoughts devoted to managing the country, I thought I would soon forget you." After a long time, Tang Wanzhuang spoke in a low voice: "But once we met, the memory quickly filled up.

It takes over people’s hearts.”

Zhao Changhe was silent and did not say any more words of apology. These words had been said too much recently, and what they wanted was not an apology, but a longer-term future.

"When I saw me before, I always couldn't wait to be frivolous. I just liked to see Wan Zhuang's shy and shy look on her hair. Why are you such a gentleman today?" Tang Wanzhuang glanced at him sideways and said with a smile, "It's our King Zhao.

You feel guilty too, sorry?"

Zhao Changhe said: "How can we only think about that kind of thing after meeting for so long... What do we think of you..."
To be continued...