let me be quiet

Chapter 72

Huali bent his mouth upwards: "It's strange to say, peach blossoms can grow on my head, and I can conjure peach blossoms. It's just that it doesn't work from time to time. I didn't believe it, but I saw him turn into a star and fly into the sky. There are some letters."

"Oh? So there really are gods in this world?"

"Perhaps, I also wanted to become a fairy to find this Los Angeles. I didn't expect Zhou Zhouzhuan to meet Miss Tang. It's fate. By the way, can you tell me your story? I want to hear it too."

Qingqian was full of interest and anticipation, and Tang Weier couldn't refuse the flickering eyelashes.

She turned her eyes to look at the lake: "There is nothing to tell about my story. I learned martial arts from my master at the age of five, learned to read and write from my husband, and learned the family rules of Tangmen. Well, I just keep learning, learning and learning, sometimes I want to escape this kind of life, but I am afraid that my parents will be disappointed, so I just keep learning silently."

"Ah, you are a daughter's family...why do you have to be in charge of the Tang Sect? It stands to reason that Tang Xiaohu should take over the man who should be in charge of the family?" Hua Li was surprised.

Tang Wei'er's lips traced lightly, and her eyes painted with comforting love: "People's hearts in the world are unpredictable, and Tangmen is at the forefront of the storm. My stupid brother is still mentally ill. As a sister, how can I bear to send him here? Is there a way of no return?"

Hua Li seems to understand something, yes, although Tang Xiaohu is glib, but no matter how he looks like a child who can't grow up, if he is really allowed to face some insidious and cunning people, he will probably die a miserable death, hey, life Children in famous families are also suffering.

But I, Huali, are different. In terms of IQ, I am definitely better than Tang Xiaohu. If I can be with Tang Weier...

"...Uh, I understand, you seem to dislike that Prince Yu very much?"

"They are all people who crawl and roll on the dark road, do you like it?" She shook her soft silk sleeves embroidered with brocade flowers, as if she was holding something under the cuffs.

Hua Li suddenly recalled the red string on her wrist: "Well, can I take the liberty to ask, Miss Tang, do you have a sweetheart?"

After saying this, Tang Wei'er suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes were as sharp as a girl's, and she stared at Hua Li without answering.

After staring at it for a long time, Hua Li was so stared at that he didn't know what to say, and was extremely nervous.

After a long time.

Looking back and whispering: "The wind is too strong, we should go back."

She stood up with a sway, and turned around lightly, already looking like a lady of everyone.

Hua Li didn't know if she said that she had gone back to imply rejection of herself, or if she really should go back, or if she was worried about something, maybe it was the marriage between Lord Yu and her, or maybe something else.

I had no choice but to clean up the orange peels and moon cake seals on the table, throw away the trash bamboo basket, and catch up with Tang Wei'er who had already reached the stone corridor on the water.

The willows are reflected in the blue waves and smoke lake, and the slender branches smell the wind and autumn, and when the cold hits, the willows will not keep their green, yellow and withered, and willow eyebrows on the bank, dancing into the lake to draw circles of ripples.

On the ferryboat in the middle of the lake in the distance, the boatman is poleing at the bow. The cabin is a woodcarved cabin with exquisite and beautiful roof corners. There are blue copper bells and red silk intertwined, floating with the lake wind.

Dressed in white, the scholar with handsome features and protruding eyes and tail was very pale. He was leaning against the wooden wall of the cabin, and looked at a pair of beauties who had left the pavilion in the distance through the flowered window.

"Wei'er..."

As he reads, his eyes are full of boundless sorrow and pain.

Folding his sleeves, he stroked the sandalwood red rope on his wrist, and sighed with frown...

In the evening, the sun was setting towards the west of the city, and the entire city of Los Angeles was infected by the clouds in the sky, covered with hazy, flickering, flickering smoke.

There are ten lamps in the back hall of the Tang Mansion, which are as bright as day, and the long rows of tables are filled with rich dinners, big fish and meat with fancy side dishes, blue and white bowls on porcelain altars for fine wine, and glass cups with silver spoons for thick soup, all of which are full of luxury.

Tang Xiaohu played with Huali all afternoon, while Tang Wei'er studied the sandalwood red rope with his parents in the secret room, and the family gathered together to share dinner in the evening.

Only then did Hua Li meet Tang Weier's parents. His father, Tang Bo, was a burly and majestic middle-aged man with a three-legged beard. In front of Tang Bo, he was called a little bird, Yiren, peerless.

Huali suddenly thought of whether her parents would look like this.

The couple were not surprised by the extra guests at home, Tang Xiaohu would often take guests home, and after a few polite words, they became acquainted.

Lin Xiangxue liked Huali very much, and kept picking up vegetables for him, asking questions, but there was no way, Huali was born beautifully, and everyone, young and old, could eat it.

This made Tang Bo jealous, and asked obliquely, "How long does Playboy plan to stay in Los Angeles?"

Lin Xiangxue turned back and stared at him, then said, "What the master means is that you can live in the Tang Mansion for as long as you want."

Hua Li was stuffing chicken legs into his mouth, these few days he was in Fengyue Tower, he was eating steamed buns and clear porridge, it was rare to see meat, he was very happy to eat, upon hearing Master Tang's words, he also understood that he was ordering to drive away guests.

Putting down the chicken legs and wiping his mouth, he said, "Thanks to Mr. Tang's love, one of my pet monkeys is lost. As long as I can find it, I will leave Los Angeles."

"Pet monkey?"

The three people except Tang Wei'er were very surprised.

Hua Li gestured and explained: "That's right, that monkey is about this size, with a cute face, and its name is Mao Mao."

Tang Xiaohu got excited: "Do you need me to post monkey-seeking revelations on your portrait?"

"And this operation?" Hua Li was stunned.

Tang Xiaohu took a bite of the yellow and crispy braised chicken wings: "Well, all the cats and dogs in Los Angeles got lost, and I found them with my portraits."

"It's worth a try." Hua Li bowed his hands to him and thanked him first. Although Maomao could smell his breath, but it's been a few days, and there is no monkey shadow, so it is inevitable to worry.

I don't know what's going on with the girl named Cui Ling now, and thinking of Mrs. Wu, my head is even more messed up.

"Well, I'll help you draw after dinner, and we'll post it tomorrow morning." Tang Xiaohu picked up a piece of Liang Chengcheng's sweet and sour pork ribs.

"Thanks in advance." Hua Li cupped his hands again, and turned to Tang Bo: "I don't know what Mr. Tang thinks about that sandalwood red, but I want to know more about it."

These words made Tang Bo save some face in front of his wife, pretending to be lofty and wiping his beard and said: "The red string is a rare evil weapon, but I don't know what it is for, but the old man found that these red strings are very close to each other. There are traces of subtle information connected with each other, and I don't know who the old lady in the little girl's mouth is. She can make so many evil weapons. A response will be forthcoming."

"Cultivator? Are you a monk?" Hua Li asked.

Tang Bo replied: "That's right, Kunlun is famous for cultivating immortals, don't you know that?"

"Uh, I have a little ear, that Qian Yitong is also a monk, but he doesn't seem to be able to explain what the red rope is for."

So, Tang Wei'er's parents don't know about the one in Tang Wei'er's hand?Hua Li fell on Tang Wei'er's wrist from the corner of her eye, no wonder, her sleeves were so long that only half of her fingertips were exposed even when eating and drinking soup, so it was difficult for her family to notice.

"He's a monk, isn't he?" Tang Xiaohu had already finished his bowl of rice and was drinking soup again.

"That's right, he is the Daoist leader who is rumored to be the one who kills people." Huali wondered why Qian Yitong, such a narcissistic person, didn't sign up in front of Tang Xiaohu.

"Isn't it? Oh my god, did I meet Daoist seckill?" Tang Xiaohu was so startled that he stopped drinking the soup.

A table full of people is ashamed, what's the big deal about killing the Taoist priest in seconds?

Tang Bo shook his head straight: "Little Tiger, if you have the opportunity to meet the monks of Kunlun, that's just a word, be handsome!"

"Father, Daoist Daoist Instant Kill is my idol. It's a pity that I didn't see his martial arts sword, and it's a pity that I didn't taste his wine." Tang Xiaohu looked depressed.

Hua Li was puzzled: "His wine?"

"That's right, it's the altar he took out on horseback in the afternoon. I saw him drinking alone in the tavern the afternoon before yesterday, and I wanted to ask for a drink, but it didn't work."

There is Mihun powder in the wine, why is he still drinking it?

Is it sick?

Hua Li was inexplicably agitated, and concealed it: "I hope you will see him again by fate."

Tang Wei'er, who had never spoken, put down the bowls and chopsticks: "Father, mother, playboy, brother, I'm full, take your time."

"Ah, eat so much?"

Hua Li couldn't help blurting out.

Tang Wei'er took out a handkerchief to wipe her lips, and gave a low "hmm".

Suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Tang Bo: "Father, Lord Yu is coming to visit tomorrow, and he wants to stay for a few days."

Tang Bo drank the wine: "Okay, you're old too, it's time to develop a relationship with him."

Tang Wei'er looked at him, hesitated to speak: "...then I'll go back to my room to rest first."

"Go." The family didn't care, Tang Wei'er has always been a good girl.

"and many more."

Hua Li stopped her.

The husband and wife were toasting each other, they stopped their glasses and looked over when they heard this.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiangxue asked.

Hua Li plucked up her courage: "She wants to divorce Prince Yu."

Tang Wei'er was struck by lightning in an instant, she stood up and slumped on the chair in an instant, she wanted to say this for a long time, but today she was uttered by this man who had only known her for a day, her heart was shattered.

All the ice seals were instantly disintegrated by his one sentence. She knew deeply that if the Tang family proposed to divorce, in this era of royal power, the entire Tang family would only suffer disaster, so even if there were 1 people in her who were unwilling , she never dared to mention this matter.

"...What, what? Retire?"

Tang Bo and Lin Xiangxue spoke in unison, and even Tang Xiaohu dropped a piece of fried fish from his mouth.

Tang Wei'er was stunned for a while, her eyes were distracted.

Huali helped her explain: "Yes, she doesn't like that Prince Yu at all, dare to ask the two elders, can they divorce?"

The whole family was silent.

A moment later, Tang Bo was furious, and slammed the table, shaking the table full of wine glasses and rice bowls: "Who the hell are you? Could it be the scholar in the rumors? You came to my Tang Mansion today to beg My daughter's?"

Now Hua Li was dumbfounded, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, it's not what you think, I just..."

"Yes, it's him, dad, he's right, I want to divorce the engagement." Tang Wei'er finally spoke.