drunk red

sound.

After touching his forehead, it was all right, Tang Ziao put him on the ground, took his hand and walked out of the room.

It was still the martial arts field, before the red clothes entered, her face began to wrinkle into a ball.The footsteps were dragging, almost as if Tang Ziao was dragging him along.

When he came to the corner, Tang Qianxiang invited Ann, and went to practice the sword by himself. Tang Ziao didn't speak, just looked at the red clothes.

Hongyi lowered his head, pretending not to see, but soon couldn't hold on anymore, Tang Ziao's sight was like something tangible, making him stand there awkwardly, neither moving nor not moving, finally raised his head and compromised Said: "I practice."

"Well, squat down."

Hong Yi followed suit, still in the same posture, with a bit more posture than yesterday, although it was still limp and looked weak, but at least the posture was done correctly.

Tang Ziao stood not far from him and watched, ready to catch him when he was weak.Unexpectedly, Hong Yi persisted, his legs began to tremble slightly, and he didn't complain about being lazy, but only half of the quarter of an hour passed, and before Hong Yi said anything, Tang Ziao couldn't hold on any longer, feeling that the time was extremely long , a quarter of an hour was just a blink of an eye to him in the past, who would have thought that it would be so long that he would almost say enough.But when he thought of Hongyi's steady but obviously weaker pulse than ordinary children, and the doctor's words, he couldn't open his mouth, and just suffered like this. When Hongyi couldn't hold on and fell down, he rushed to catch it. Hold him, and then, let out a long breath of relief.

Immediately afterwards, that sentence blurted out even if I didn't practice.

"Stop practicing?" Hongyi asked, leaning against his chest and looking up.

It was only at this moment that Tang Ziao realized what he said just now in a hurry. He lowered his head and wiped the sweat off his red-clothed forehead, and said in a deep voice with his expression unchanged: "Well, I won't practice today."

Hongyi pouted, and buried her face in his chest again.

After three or four days of tossing like this, the red clothes fell down every day, Tang Ziao caught it, and then said a short sentence: no more practice.On the fifth day, Tang Zi Aotian woke up before dawn, looking at the dark gray sky outside, his thoughts turned.At daybreak, after getting up, Hong Yi also pulled up Hong Yi as usual, but before he walked a few steps out of the room, Hong Yi sensed something was wrong, shook Tang Ziao's hand, "This is not the way to the martial arts field. "

"Well, I won't go." Tang Ziao said lightly, holding the red-clothed hand and walking towards the direction where a large bamboo was planted in the mansion.

The red dress lowered his head, smiled happily, and squinted his eyes, completely unaware that the man who was holding his hand could hardly sleep at night because of this matter, and after thinking for a long time, he had no choice but to give up letting him practice martial arts.

The wind in the morning is always cool, with a bit of sweet smell, this will come to the side of the bamboo forest, the wind blows, there is a rustling sound, and the fragrance of bamboo is mixed in the blowing wind, which makes people feel refreshed Cool.In the middle of the bamboo forest, there was only a long and thin path, just enough for the two of them to walk side by side. Tang Ziao took his hand and walked around the bamboo forest in circles. It took more than half an hour to stop. Down.

"Tired?" Tang Ziao asked.

Hongyi shook her head and smiled back at him: "I'm not tired, let's go for a while."

Tang Ziao held his hand tightly, and continued walking along the path, with a much more relaxed expression on his face.

If Hongyi didn't know why he wanted to drag him here at first, he understood after walking for a while.It was simply because he couldn't practice martial arts, so he had to find other ways to help him strengthen his body in a hurry.For not practicing martial arts but being able to walk here holding hands with Tang Ziao, Hong Yi is naturally very happy. After walking for a long time, it is almost a few miles in total, and she does not feel tired. Her steps are still brisk, breathing in the bamboo forest He held Tang Ziao's broad palm and listened to the chirping of birds in the distance. He felt extremely happy.A warm air filled his chest, which made him want to get closer.

So, he stood there, stretched out his hands to look at Tang Ziao, and blinked his eyes to ask him to hug him.

"Aren't you tired?" Although Tang Ziao said this, he immediately bent over, lowered his body, and hugged him with his hands under the armpit of his red shirt. Seeing his smiling eyebrows and eyes, his heart softened. I feel that it is not necessarily a bad thing to let him not practice martial arts. He can walk around more, be in a cheerful mood, and take good care of his body naturally. Why force him to do things he can't do and doesn't want to do, maybe it will be counterproductive.

Children in red are thinner than ordinary children. Tang Ziao rested his arms on the base of his thighs, and put his other hand on his waist so that he would not fall backwards and hold this small body in his arms. In Li, I felt that he was thin and slender, and I almost wrapped him up, and the slender waist was more than enough for one arm to wrap around.

Tang Ziao just hugged him like this, and continued to walk deep into the bamboo forest. The red clothes also hugged his neck obediently, put his chin on his shoulder with a smile, and occasionally said a few words to him.

In a piece of dark green, two overlapping figures, one large and one small, went from far to near, and from near to far, and repeated several times. In the forest, apart from the rustling of bamboo leaves, there was also the slight The young boy's voice was full of smiles, whispering non-stop.

After returning to the room in an hour, Hong Yi ate two bowls of rice porridge, one more than usual.Sitting on the chair, leaning lazily on the back, the close-fitting soft gown was tightly attached to his body, and stood upright against his round belly that had just finished eating.Seeing Tang Ziao staring at his stomach with a smile, he hastily bent forward and covered his stomach.

"Do you want to eat?"

"I don't want to eat anymore, I'm full." After Hong Yi finished speaking, he hiccupped lightly.

Seeing that he ate a lot and his energy was better than the first few days, Tang Ziao was completely relieved.

After instructing him a few words, let him play as he pleases, and then went to the front hall to do things.

Tang Ziao once refused to accept his father Tang Mingxuan's suggestion to compete for the next martial arts leader. In the second year after losing the red clothes, Tang Mingxuan was squeezed out from the position of leader by a new generation of capable people. own connections and power.Although the Tang family is a master of martial arts, if they are raising such people who are only responsible for finding people and doing nothing, they will definitely not be able to afford it, not to mention those who are proud and arrogant will not be willing to submit to the sect, just for their sake. looking for son.He does not want to meddle too much in the power of the rivers and lakes, which is bound to attract the attention of the royal family, but if such a power is not established, Jiajia's search will be even more elusive. At the age of 16, Tang Ziao established a sect, which took over There are a lot of things to do, mainly to inquire about news, and also accept orders for murder, but the requirement must be a person who is full of evil or acts evil.

At the beginning of the establishment, there were many difficulties, but fortunately, he was superb in martial arts, coupled with his generosity, and clear rewards and punishments. Soon, Jiamen's reputation spread throughout the rivers and lakes.

Originally, the intention of establishing the sect was to find Jiajia back. Now that he has found it, he has a feeling of reluctance for the subordinates and brothers in the sect. In addition, although the affairs are busy, most of them do not need him to operate in person, and he has never had over the meaning of dissolution.

Every day, he only needs to go to the front hall to listen to the reports of his subordinates, and make up his mind on things that they cannot make decisions, and the rest is not a big deal.

This time, just as Chang Wen made a pot of tea and brought it over, a few people under the door came over. Chang Wen frowned, and hurriedly poured a glass of water to Tang Ziao: "Master, drink quickly, I will give it to you." Pour another glass."

Tang Ziao looked up at him, pushed the teacup away, and ignored him.

The few who came from the outside were brothers who had fought with Tang Ziao from inside the door. They were not so reserved. After meeting him with fists clasped, one of them walked over to Chang Wen carelessly: "Yo, there is tea to drink." As he spoke, he lifted the pot and poured it into his mouth at the spout.

Chang Wen snorted heavily, rolled his eyes and walked out, muttering in a low voice, "You rough man."

Several people received an order to kill people, and they were undecided whether to follow up or not, and let Tang Ziao decide.

Looking at the information that the few of them found, this man is clearly a benevolent gentleman, and he has done a lot of bad things in private, but he is not so bad as to be damned. Tang Ziao saw the last page and was about to speak when he saw the A figure ran over.He rushed straight in front of him, stopped, stretched out his hands habitually, and looked at him with the corners of his mouth raised.

Several people around coughed a few times, turned their heads, Tang Ziao sat on a chair, hugged him, and let him sit on his lap.

Seeing that he hugged her, Hongyi smiled happily, twisted twice, and leaned against his chest.

Acting like a baby

"Why did you come here alone? Didn't you go to find your mother?" Tang Ziao wrapped the red dress into his arms.

"Mother is copying the scriptures. I'm afraid I'll delay her time, so I'll go play with her in the afternoon." Hongyi rolled her eyes, looked at the people around, hesitated for a while before turning back to Tang Ziao, with a pitiful voice: "I want to go out for a ride, okay?"

His voice sounded like a child's immature, soft, boiled glutinous rice, coupled with the emphasis of deliberately wronged, the people next to him couldn't help but look up at him. They both held a bit of sympathy and pity, and looked at Tang Ziao's firm answer: "No." Two of them couldn't help but want to intercede for him.

Hong Yi continued to beg: "I'll just ride for a while, I'll just ride the little pony last time. I promise to be very obedient, just ride around."

"No." Tang Ziao was worried that he would go alone, so he naturally refused.

Hongyi lowered her head in disappointment, lowered her hands, let out a muffled oh, and sat on him and stopped talking.

That carefree man - Shi Lei couldn't stand it any longer, he himself was an eighth