Slag attack classification system

[Get on the horse! 】

[You are not allowed to refuse, the system strictly prohibits you from refusing. This is the person Tian Xiaochen likes, Young Marshal Tang Zhi, your task includes the condition of snatching him away, hurry up and seize the opportunity! 】

[Zhao Zhenhe? ! 】

Zhao Zhenhe stared blankly at the young man who stretched out his hand towards him, no matter how he looked, he was familiar with him, his eyebrows, his figure, and his name——Tang Zhi?

Tangzhi, Tangzhi, Tangzhi, Tangzhi——

"Aren't you coming up? Beauty?" Tang Zhi smiled brightly, with the corners of his eyes raised.

This beauty not only brought out goosebumps all over Zhao Zhenhe's body, but also shocked all the goosebumps of the surrounding staff. This big black fat man can't tell whether his eyes are open or closed, beauty?

They suspected that Young Marshal Tang was stupid for raising horses and horses.

"I'll come." Zhao Zhenhe raised his eyes.

Tang Zhi, long time no see... What, such a coincidence?

He grabbed Tang Zhi's hand and struggled to climb up, finally managed to pull onto Tang Zhi's horse and was wrapped in his arms.

Tang Zhi was tall and thin, and Zhao Zhenhe was fat and fat. It seemed that it was not normal to be crowded on the same horse, but Tang Zhi didn't care at all, and on the contrary, his smile deepened a little.

"Let's go!"

Tang Zhi yelled, and the horse walked forward slowly, still chewing the carrot he had just snatched reluctantly.

"Beauty, hold on tight, let's speed up!"

"..."

"Beauty, why are you ignoring me?"

"..." Zhao Zhenhe refused to answer, he was still feeling nauseated by this beauty.

"Beauty? Why don't you turn around and look at me."

Zhao Zhenhe turned his head expressionlessly, Tang Zhi caught him by surprise, and kissed Zhao Zhenhe's forehead with a "ba chi" in a jolt.

Jo Jin-hak: (￣_￣)

Tang Zhi: "..."

This beauty doesn't seem too shy.

Zhao Zhenhe succeeded in relying on his 'beauty', and stayed in the best guest room in the Tang mansion. All the food, drink, clothing and lodging were covered by Tang Zhi, and he was supported by someone when he went out and walked, and he drank tea in turn. Today is Longjing, tomorrow is Dahongpao. .

After Tang Zhi knew that Zhao Zhenhe liked bergamot, he specially bought more than a dozen high-quality bergamots, and let Zhao Zhenhe pick and play with them.

But Zhao Zhenhe wanted to leave as soon as possible.

【You eat and drink here, it's much better than Zhao Xiaxia's dilapidated house, why do you want to leave? 】

'He eats too well here, too much oil and water, and it is not easy to lose weight. '

Zhao Zhenhe didn't know how many times he emphasized to Comrade Tang Zhi that he was on a diet and could cook by himself, but Comrade Tang Zhi not only refused, but directly pinched Zhao Zhenhe's fat face with his hands.

"Zhao Xiaxia, I just like you fat and cute. If you lose half a catty, I will feel sorry for you. If you really lose your weight, I will send the servant who serves you out to beat the board!"

After hearing this, who would dare to lose weight?

After living in the Tang mansion for half a month, Zhao Zhenhe felt that he was getting fat again. He frowned in pain, feeling that he had encountered a major crisis in his health care career.

[But you can't leave now, Tang Zhi's favorability for you is 80, and only when you reach 90 will your task be considered complete. 】

'Tsk. '

Zhao Zhenhe's mind was impetuous. He stood up and squeezed his bergamot for a while. Then the turbidity in his heart slowly faded away. It began to rain patter outside the window, and he began to hang his voice. In order to fulfill Zhao Xiaxia's dream of singing, it is necessary to practice singing every day. itinerary.

The sound of the rain is slowing down, and so is Zhao Zhenhe's singing, "The peach leaves are pointed upwards, and the willow leaves cover the sky. You Minggong who is here, listen to me carefully. This matter came from Beijing. In the West Blue Indigo Factory, there is a Song Laosan in the firearms camp of the Blue Indigo Factory. He mentioned that Song Laosan and his wife sell opium. They have no children in their life. They gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan, who is [-] years older..."

This song "Exploring the Clear Water River" was originally a sad story that made people cry, but Zhao Zhenhe sang it tenderly, as if he was slowly telling a plain but slightly regrettable story, which turned into affection from sadness, but it was Red eyes.

Tang Zhi stood outside the door, withdrew his hand that was about to push the door in, and slowly sat on the steps in front of Zhao Zhenhe's door, watching the rain scene in front of him.

Zhao Zhenhe's voice is like the pattering rain, gently falling on the flowers, plants and leaves, moistening the soil that has been dry and cracked all summer, gently and slowly, hidden in it are experiences and stories that make people can't help but be curious .

"The girl's name is Da Lian. She is pretty and beautiful. No one picks the flowers. No one plays the pipa. The slave is like Diao Chan thinking of Lu Bu, and like Yan Poxi sitting on the building thinking of Zhang San. The sun goes down, and the autumn insects are noisy, thinking every day." Yexiang's Sixth Brother..."

A few drops of rainwater splashed on Tang Zhi's face, but he didn't notice it, but he was completely immersed in Zhao Zhenhe's singing. It was not until a long time after Zhao Zhenhe's singing stopped that he slowly opened his eyes.

It was the first time he heard Zhao Zhenhe sing today, but it was not the first time he heard this song.

This singing voice is too iconic, even if you teach people to practice it every day, you can't practice this natural and beautiful voice. This is the voice that God rewards——

He fell in love with this song when he heard it at Jiufeng Gexing before. At that time, he inquired about a man named Tian Xiaochen. Yue Hou opened her mouth with an unusually greasy singing voice. When Tang Zhi got angry at that time, he immediately swept him out.

It turned out that after going around and around, the singing came to find it by itself.

Zhao Zhenhe pushed open the door, and found a young Marshal Tang sitting at the door, his clothes were soaked by the rain, but he was still sitting there, staring at the rain in a daze.Holding his fat body, Zhao Zhenhe slowly sat beside Tang Zhi, following Tang Zhi's line of sight to look at the bamboo shaking in the rain.

"Xiamen, I will call you Mr. from now on..."

After a while of silence, Tang Zhi spoke.

"After listening to the song sung by Mr., I now finally understand why the young lady in ancient times can't live a life of luxury, so she must elope with those opera singers."

The sound of the rain became louder, and Zhu Ye'er bent over.

"......"

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Tian Xiaochen led a group of people to stand at the door of the Tang mansion, and knocked on the door aggressively, "If we don't open the door, we will hit the door!"

Tian Xiaochen gritted his teeth. He never dreamed that Zhao Xiaxia, a big black fat man, would be favored by Young Marshal Tang and even live in the Tang mansion. Just him, a fat, dark, fat and ugly man? !Why?

Zhao Xiaxia, you embarrass me that day, and now you dare to snatch my man, let's see if I don't tear your mouth apart!

After a while of flying around, Tian Xiaochen led a group of people to stand in front of Tang Zhi, while Zhao Zhenhe held Buddha's hand and stood aside reciting a little song in his heart. Tian Xiaochen gave Zhao Zhenhe a hard look with his eyes.

"Young Marshal Tang Zhi, we are not here today to cause trouble, but for the sake of the Tang Mansion, and we are here to tell you what kind of person Zhao Xiatian is. You must not be deceived!"

Tian Xiaochen pointed to the four people standing behind him, "They are people who grew up with me, and I invite them to testify."

Tang Zhi lifted his chin, and the half-smile on his face was instantly dispelled by Tian Xiaoshen's words——

"Zhao Xiaxia has violent tendencies!"

Zhao Zhenhe raised his head.

Tian Xiaochen smiled triumphantly at him, everyone in the capital knew that the word Tang Zhi hated most was 'violence'——

Tang Zhi's father, Marshal Tang, was a high-ranking official who entered the court. On the surface, he looked like a gentleman, but he was actually a violent person in private. Whenever he encountered things that didn't go his way, he would start to vent to his wife and children, punching Beating and kicking, Tang Zhi's mother was once beaten to a broken rib and passed out directly.

Tang Zhi also has a younger sister. When she was just three years old, she was pushed by Marshal Tang once and knocked on the steps. She still has a scar on her forehead. Whenever Marshal Tang wanted to beat the child, Tang Zhi's mother would use her own The body protected the two children, and after his mother died of a serious illness, Tang Zhi could only use his thin and frail body to wrap Tang Xiaomei around, and endure the punches and kicks of Tang Dashuai.

After Marshal Tang died, Tang Zhi did not allow Marshal Tang to be buried with his mother, and he never went to the grave every year during the Ching Ming Festival, which shows his hatred for his father. Because of these things, Tang Zhi hates violent people who bully the younger. Once upon a time, there was a servant who used to bully the new maid because of his seniority. At that time, Tang Zhi beat the servant himself with a whip until he passed out, and was finally thrown into the pigsty.

"Young Marshal Tang Zhi, everything we said is true. Ask these four people, which one has not been beaten by him?" The four people who were targeted nodded desperately.

In fact, what he said was true. Zhao Xiaxia did fight to the death with these people in order to protect Tian Xiaoshen from being bullied.

Zhao Zhenhe had no expression on his face. Zhao Xiatian had done so much, but in the end he was bitten back by Tian Xiaochen, a bloody farmer and a snake.

"Also, I remember that when I was young, there was a scorpion. Zhao Xiaxia was only nine years old at the time, and he actually bullied that person because he was an unpleasant scorpion. It was a terrible situation at that time! Don't believe me, you asked the four of them?!"

The four people behind Tian Xiaoshen continued to nod desperately.

Back then, Zhao Xiaxia was dragged across the street holding the lame man's thigh, and was doused with hot oil in the end, but it was such a thing that was rescued.

Poor -- lamentable!

Zhao Zhenhe was about to step forward and speak, but was interrupted by Tang Zhi. Tang Zhi's expression was terribly cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes. He raised his hand, "Bring me my whip."

Tian Xiaochen smiled.

The servants rushed to bring the whip. It was a long black whip, solid and resilient, thicker than the hemp rope used by the trackers to pull the boat.

"Your Majesty!"

Tian Xiaoshen repeated, "Zhao Xiaxia, I asked you to kneel down, did you hear that?"

"I am talking about you!"

Tang Zhi raised his whip, pointed at Tian Xiaochen, and made a crisp sound of "click" in mid-air, Tian Xiaochen staggered back a few steps in fright, and fell to the ground.

"What... what..."