MTL - The Book of Troubled Times-Chapter 180 Boating on Taihu Lake

  Chapter 180 Boating on Taihu Lake

   "This is Taihu Lake..."

  The Uppong boat is swaying, floating aimlessly in the lake. Zhao Changhe was lying on the bow of the boat, bathed in the sun, and it wasn't too hot.

  The lake breeze is blowing, but it is a bit cool.

   Or maybe it's really calm and cool now?

  Looking at the endless lake water, the clear lake surface even the fishes below are clearly visible, there are other boats in the distance, and the melodious fisherman's songs are sent in the wind, which is very comfortable to listen to.

For a man in the north who has never seen the sea, he feels that this is the sea, but it should be quieter than the sea. The sea is not as vast as the sea in his imagination, and the waves are surging, and the river is not as powerful as the river he has seen. Smart, quiet, gentle.

   Just like Tang Wanzhuang.

   It seems to gather the beauty of the world in one body, and you can see Jiangnan at a glance.

  People say that if they want to compare Xihu to Xizi, it seems to be the same on Tang Wanzhuang. Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable.

  She was sitting in the cabin, playing the piano leisurely, playing a tune that Zhao Changhe had never heard before.

It is something that would be slow and boring in this world, and it would be impossible to appreciate it, but at this moment, this situation, it is like water ripples in my heart, like the breeze on the lake passing over my cheeks, softly, only letting People don't want to bring up any thoughts, just get drunk in this breeze and bright lake.

  What swords and swords, what moments of life and death, what world, what troubled times, are so far away that they are not in the same world.

  Zhao Changhe took out the old wine gourd, raised his head and took a big gulp of wine.

  Yue Hongling is the rivers and lakes in the dream, isn't it?

  What is a swordsman carrying wine, with a slender waist and a light palm... In fact, this is it.

   It's just that the slender waist doesn't belong to me, let's do the math first.

  Tang Wanzhuang's beautiful eyes fell on the bow outside the cabin, looking at Zhao Changhe lying leisurely drinking, there was some anger in his eyes.

  I thought it was you playing the piano for me, but after a long time, I played it for you again, right? You leisurely drinking there is like inviting the girl from the bamboo building in the backyard from the Wanhua Building in Jianhu City to accompany you.

  Tang Wanzhuang was a little funny thinking about it, and felt that Zhao Changhe's attitude was a bit... so casual.

  Before, he also said that he had to think a few times in his stomach every time he said a word, and that's it after getting acquainted with him. He really has no taboos.

   "Hello!" She finally couldn't hold back, and shouted, "Did you let me rest, or did you ask me to be the luthier to accompany you?"

   Zhao Changhe’s words came from outside the cabin, a little unclear in the lake wind: “Didn’t it mean to live for me, so wouldn’t you be serving me today?”

  Tang Wanzhuang was both angry and funny: "You are good at beating snakes with sticks. Sisi left without a maid, right?"

   "How can there be, you are my master." Zhao Changhe asked with a smile: "But you are free and easy, why bother who plays for whom? Are you happy now?"

  Tang Wanzhuang actually wanted to say "hmm", but raised her face again: "You play, I will lie down and drink to be happy."

   "It's really stingy." Zhao Changhe got up leisurely and got into the cabin: "I haven't learned well yet, master continue to teach?"

  The two of them deliberately didn't use the Tang family's large painting boat for a leisurely mood. They used a small boat with a black peng. Zhao Changhe got into the cabin with such a big boat, and immediately felt that half of the cabin was almost occupied.

  Tang Wanzhuang reluctantly stepped aside, signaling Zhao Changhe to sit in front of the piano.

   As a result, as soon as this guy sat down, he felt extremely crowded, and the arms of both of them were stuck together.

   Tang Wanzhuang squinted expressionlessly, while Zhao Changhe watched the piano with a stiff neck.

   "Forget it." Tang Wanzhuang didn't get entangled, and started teaching: "The piano has **** methods, and it's not just a one-finger fiddle that makes a sound. Look at it like this..."

  The white jade-like fingers danced on the strings, twirling and twirling, gracefully, obviously indicating the fingering, but Zhao Changhe looked at it, but basically forgot, and only focused on his hands.

   Really nice.

   "Okay, why don't you try this finger-picking method?" Tang Wanzhuang arched his shoulder with a little expectation.

  Zhao Changhe held back for a long time, bowed his head: "I haven't learned it, let's demonstrate it again."

Tang Wanzhuang wondered: "You learned such a complicated stunt in the morning, how much sword intent is contained in it, and there are countless changes behind it, you can learn it clearly after only practicing it a few times. This **** should be very simple for you, let alone You still have the experience of concealed weapons learned from Yue Hongling, why are you so stupid?"

  Zhao Changhe lowered his head even lower, and muttered: "Just look at the hands..."

  Tang Wanzhuang: "?"

  Zhao Changhe: "..."

  Tang Wanzhuang put her hand a few inches in front of his eyes expressionlessly: "See enough, and watch it for another hour."

  Before Zhao Changhe had time to say anything, his hand suddenly raised, covering his face with a "slap": "I can even let you touch it!"

   "Grass..." Zhao Changhe's face was in burning pain, not from being whipped, but from embarrassment.

Tang Wanzhuang squinted at him for a long while, then suddenly said: "Actually, if you learn this, you can develop it into a set of acupoint capture skills. You have only practiced martial arts for a short time, and your kung fu is all about knives. Unarmed martial arts have a lot of shortcomings. It's a great addition."

  Zhao Changhe's blood boiled in an instant: "Quickly, demonstrate it again! I only need to read it once!"

  Tang Wanzhuang couldn't laugh or cry.

However, this is true. Once Zhao Changhe hooks this with martial arts understanding, he will learn it after reading it once, which means he is relatively unfamiliar, but his understanding of movements is really thorough, so simple that he doesn't need a second time. all over.

   "Now I will teach you the method of wiping strings..."

  The boat was leisurely swinging in the middle of the lake. The male apprentice and the female master sat next to each other in the small cabin, the fragrance filled their noses, their shoulders touched casually, whispering to each other.

  The boatman passing by saw it, and couldn't help smiling.

   What a scene.

  When I go home, I want to urge my brat to beg for a wife. He is so grown up that he still fishes there every day.

  As the sun sets, the surface of the lake is shimmering with golden light. Occasionally, fish will jump up and then enter the water, splashing waves. The singing of the boat lady came from a distance, Wu Nong's soft words were touching, it was more beautiful than the fishermen's songs outside Qinghe at that time, and the killing intent was only peaceful.

  Tang Wanzhuang leaned outside the cabin, holding a small wine jug in her hand, and drank leisurely from the spout.

   The hard-working apprentice Xiong is still familiar with the **** inside. It is not known whether it can really be transformed into a set of Fu Point Hands, but in fact, it was Tang Wanzhuang who fooled.

   It was supposed to be him playing. Listen, I really thought this seat was the girl in the backyard of Wanhualou?

  Tang Wanzhuang is currently compiling a set of acupoint brushing techniques in her stomach, modifying her own techniques, incorporating a little piano technique and **** into it, and teaching him when the time comes, it will be regarded as a complete set.

   I really thought that the first person would not lie... Anyway, that set of **** skills will not be bad at that time, maybe it will be ranked in the world...

  The fisherman's songs on both sides of the strait were melodious, mostly love songs, and Tang Wanzhuang didn't know what it was like to hear it.

  In the past, she was actually a little afraid of such scenes. Such songs can make people's hearts deviate from the main business.

  But today seems to be very suitable for the occasion, except that the content of the love song is not suitable.

   "Hello." Tang Wanzhuang took a sip of wine leisurely, and asked into the cabin: "You said you have a song in your heart, why shouldn't you play a song in this situation?"

   "These girls' songs are pretty good, and their voices are also good. I want to give a reward. What kind of trouble should I do to them?"

   "Are these soft things suitable for a man like you? Come on, let me see what bloodthirsty Shura has to say."

   "However, this situation is not suitable for the vigorous voice at all. Are you deliberately trying to get rid of yourself in such a decadent mood?"

  Tang Wanzhuang was startled, drinking in silence.

  He's too sharp.

   also understands her too well.

   It's really strange, why he can understand himself so well, there is not much intersection between the two of them.

   "Forget about the majestic voice, do you want to listen to the female voice?" Zhao Changhe asked suddenly.

  Tang Wanzhuang came back to his senses and wondered, "Aren't they singing women's voices?"

   "There are so many women in the world, how can it be full of love between sons and daughters?" Zhao Changhe plucked the strings a few times, and suddenly changed the original tune, making it a bit more free and easy.

  Tang Wanzhuang looked back into the cabin, and heard a singing voice that he was not very familiar with: "No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want to, let me sway..."

  Tang Wanzhuang stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance, and originally wanted to say, "This song of Yue Hongling is not my song", but after listening to it, she gradually became lost in thought, and no longer wanted to speak.

  (end of this chapter)