Chapter 405 Thirty years of agreement!

The ancient house in Yanjing is located in a remote place but exudes elegance.

Qin Tianbao, the man with the iron mask, was very patient in cooking the Longjing tea picked from the West Lake. Good tea must be matched with good skills. Duanmu has an arty heart in its pages, but does not have this artistic conception. Every time it is brewed, the tea is always too tender.

If it's too old and the heat isn't right, you won't be able to taste it, just like the braised fish. The sweetness and saltiness must be consistent, otherwise the fish's umami and fishy smell will be difficult to control, and the beauty of this delicacy will be lost.

Duanmu Yiyi was not good at making tea, but Qin Tianbao was willing to learn tea art for him.

The master and apprentice, who had no relatives but could depend on each other after all, enjoyed the warm sunshine in the afternoon, feeling comfortable and comfortable.

The Kung Fu tea in the South is delicate and very particular, while the tea in the North is mainly bold. If it lacks elegance, it will inevitably fall into the inferior category. Qin Tianbao is a southerner with upright roots. Although he is domineering and arrogant at a young age, the delicacy in his bones has never really dissipated.

.Otherwise he would never have fallen to this level.

Duanmu Yiyi lay quietly on the rocking chair and swayed, squinting at the scorching sun above his head, listening to the soft sound of the pot lid, and said leisurely: "The founding fathers said that political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Looking at the five years of China

Throughout the millennium of history, countries have mostly been established by force. The folk customs are mostly tough. When it comes to wonderful doors, these few

Over the past hundred years, there have been many powerful people, and every period has its legendary figures who lead the way. Not to mention the ancestor who broke out of the door but cared about the wonderful door and had unrivaled magical powers. Master Yun Feiyang was the so-called master at that time.

The unparalleled god-man who breaks the sky. His martial arts skills are unmatched by anyone. He is invincible."

"Tianbao. I am already old. I have worked hard to manage Miaomen over the years. I cannot say that I have achieved great results. However, I have managed to get Miaomen back on track from the shaky days of the past. I do not dare to compare with Shenhui, nor can I compare with the profound foundation.

Shang Tianya, who has a huge layout, competes with each other. But he has never left a mess for you." Duanmu Yiyi squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was dozing, and spoke clearly. "Do you know what master's dream is in his life?"

"Revitalize Miaomen." Qin Tianbao, who was focusing on making tea, replied.

"That's right. Revitalize Miaomen." Duanmu Yiyi's eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light overflowed, but then his expression dimmed slightly and he said slowly, "But I really can't bear it anymore."

"Master said back then that I was more diligent than talented. I didn't admit it at first, but now it seems that Master was right. Compared with the three inner disciples, I really lacked talent." Duanmu Yiyi said leisurely.

"Not to mention Di Tian, ​​the Lord of the Shenhui who has become the king of the underground. Even Xia Xia, who still managed to achieve great success under his suppression,

Zhengqing also has an intellect that far exceeds mine. Shang Tianya was known as the only winner back then. Although he was somewhat suspected of making a god, he was superior to me in terms of city government and skill. Over the years, they have stood as a tripartite to check and balance each other. In fact,

I provided an excellent space for development. But I have never been able to catch up with them."

There was fatigue and regret in his words. Duanmu Yiyi lazily said: "Come to think of it, my life has been in vain these years."

"The final conclusion can be made only by closing the coffin." Qin Tianbao raised a cup of tea and handed it to Duanmu. "I believe that many seniors who care about Miaomen must have great respect for you. You created something from scratch, and there will only be an empty shell of Miaomen.

Push it to today's height. How many people can do it?"

Duanmu Yiyi drank the tea in the cup as usual and laughed boldly: "I have lived for a long time. What I can't see through can never be seen through. But some things that were once invisible are now clear. In the end,

At least - I have a great disciple who is unparalleled in the world."

"You are enough."

Qin Tianbao said with a naive smile: "Master, drink tea."

The man in the iron mask handed out the second cup.

Duanmu Yiyi raised his glass of beef and said cheerfully: "Tianbao, do you have any complaints?"

"Why?"

Why are there complaints?

In this world, Duanmu Yiyi is his only relative. If it were not for the kindness and kindness of the master of the Miao Sect, he would have given up on himself long ago. How would he be where he is today?

Duanmu Yiyi was no less kind than his reborn parents, and even - much more kind and lovely than the father who deliberately killed him. How could Qin Tianbao complain?

"I'm just afraid that I didn't do well enough." Qin Tianbao drank a glass of his own and pursed his lips. "After all, I can't be as good as you no matter what."

"It's so flattering!" Duanmu laughed heartily. Then he changed the subject and said calmly, "Tianbao, I spent my whole life summarizing a story. Are you willing to listen?"

"Say." Qin Tianbao put down the teacup and wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips.

"The lonely Emperor Tian. The forbearing Shang Tianya. The indifferent Chu Lin. The transcendent Yi Qingyi. And that -" Duanmu paused for a moment, and each word was sonorous. "The unparalleled angler."

"These are the strong men of the older generation who are worth spending your whole life trying to figure out. As for the younger generation -" Duanmu Yiyi smiled. "You know better than me. I won't do whatever you want."

"The younger generation may be more amazing." Qin Tianbao considered.

"Would it be more accurate to say that a hundred flowers bloom?" Duanmu Yiyi took Qin Tianbao's third cup of tea. He stood up slowly and walked towards the room with a shaky step. He said loudly, "You are young and your head is gray."

I am young at heart, but my head is gray. Time is not waiting for me!

His eyes fell on the increasingly old and lonely figure. Qin Tianbao didn't know why this childlike master was so sad today. But he could predict that he was about to do something very thrilling. And this matter was destined to make Tian Bao look sad.

Change.

…

Chu He started his normal work. During the day, he sent the two daughters of the Xia family to school. After school, he sent the two daughters home. After dinner, Xia He accepted the intensive study formulated by Bai Qiu. The little Lolita also became more and more mature and stabilized the realm of rules.

As for Chu He, he went to the presidential suite booked by the poisonous widow every night to discuss her experiences with her.

As the top hypnotist in the country, the poisonous widow with extremely rich life experience not only has past events that Chu He has never experienced, but also has strong theoretical knowledge. It can be said that combining theory with practice, it is very effective in building a psychological defense line for Chu He.

That night, after dinner, Chuhe went to the most expensive hotel in Baicheng. With the room card, he opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a fragrant smell. At first glance, he saw the poisonous widow sitting at the dining table and staring at the exquisite dishes in a daze. She was so dazed that she did not notice Chu He entering the house.

Poisonous Widow is wearing a work outfit that outlines her curves today, which can be called an upgraded version of ol's outfit. It is not that formal, but a knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that this outfit is only worn by boss-level figures. The color is light gray.

Paired with that cool and charming angelic face, it can be called a man's surefire move and is invincible.

"What are you thinking about?"

After this period of getting along with each other, Chu He has gradually adapted to his new identity, losing the restraint in getting along with him, and becoming more natural and intimate.

"I'm wondering why you never have dinner with me." The Poisonous Widow raised her eyes slightly, with a look of sadness hidden in her foxy beautiful eyes. "Am I so disgusting that I am disgusting to look at?"

The poisonous widow has a characteristic that many women don't have. That is, when talking about serious matters, she can turn a blind eye even if Chu He is lying naked next to her. But if she is resentful and has some complaints, even in the most upright person, she can turn a blind eye.

On the occasion of the Eight Classics, she can also act unreasonably and make troubles that only a little woman can do. These characteristics are mixed in a charming woman who confuses all living beings, which is really hard to resist.

Seeing the resentful look from the woman, Chu He felt overwhelmed and said helplessly: "They are used to eating together. If I suddenly ran out, it would inevitably make them worried."

"It turns out that I'm afraid that they will have random thoughts." The poisonous widow stood up from the table and teased. "Then you are not afraid of me being jealous? People often say that women have the most poisonous hearts, and I am a famous poisonous widow. If I become cruel, but

Even my family won’t give me face.”

Chu He's scalp immediately became numb.

Of course he knew the character of the poisonous widow. This could be seen from her behavior during the internal strife in the Huangfu family. He strode towards the poisonous widow and said in relief: "Actually, I haven't eaten enough yet. Why don't we eat something first?"

The Poisonous Widow's eyes flashed, and she said coquettishly: "Then you have to eat two bowls of rice."

"No problem." Chu He patted his bulging belly and waved his hand. "Add another bowl of chicken soup."

The Poisonous Widow smiled charmingly and proudly poured soup for Chuhe.

As the Poisonous Widow said, she was not a woman who saves fuel. Even if Chu He was half dead, she did not let him go. She let Chu He eat two bowls of rice and drink a bowl of soup before she let him go.

He took the bowl and chopsticks, stopped picking up food for Chu He, and said, "I'm full, warm, and lustful. How do you feel now?"

Chu He bit the bullet and said, "How about one shot?"

"No." The poisonous widow giggled like a cunning fox. "I'm here to cause trouble."

Chu He's hanging heart finally settled down. He lit a cigarette and took two deep puffs, then casually picked up a topic: "How long will you stay in Baicheng?"

"What, do you want to drive me away?" The poisonous widow rolled her eyes at him coquettishly.

"How could that happen?" Chu He said with a sneer. "It's just that as the helmsman of the Pearl Group, it's not a big deal for you to hide in a hotel all day long, right?"

"Who hasn't had the time to be arrogant?" Poisonous Widow curled her lips and said. "I have worked hard for the Pearl Group for many years, but I have never made anyone happy. Only when I fail will everyone be happy."

Chu He frowned slightly. Hearing the annoyance in the poisonous widow's heart, he asked, "Did Huangfu Qi offend you?"

"Why, you've been enlightened by me so much, you want to turn around and enlighten me?" The Poisonous Widow smiled brightly and was extremely beautiful.

"What goes around comes around. Under your guidance these days, my hypnosis ability has improved a lot, but I'm always a little bit overwhelmed." Chu He joked. "Why don't you give me a chance to show off?"

The Poisonous Widow narrowed her eyes and smiled: "What if you hypnotized me and did something evil? Wouldn't it be a huge loss for me?"

"This is not the first time for a big girl to sit on a sedan chair, so what's the point of losing?" Chu He said uninhibitedly.

"Hey, look at you, you are such a coward." The poisonous widow squinted at him and said meaningfully, "I just regret that I can't feel the physical and mental pleasure. Will Young Master Chu think too much?"

One foot higher is the Chu River.

The devil is ten feet tall and is a widow.

Chu He returned in despair, shaking his head and saying, "I feel inferior."

Seeing that he had failed, the poisonous widow smiled for a while and said, "How do you feel today?"

"Not bad." Chu He regained his seriousness and said. "The self-hypnosis you taught me during this period is very effective. I can barely control my emotions."

"This is the first step." Poisonous Widow pursed her lips and said, "It will take some time before we can send and receive messages freely."

Chu He nodded and said: "The effect is already very good. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."

"There's no time." The poisonous widow shook her head firmly.

"Why?" Chu He asked unexpectedly.

Why is the emperor not anxious and the eunuchs following him?
To be continued...