my sister is beautiful

Chapter 142 Northern Tang Dynasty

"Third brother, I'm not talking about you, you can't even kill such a woman, you are too failed."

"Brother, do you think I don't want to kill that bitch, if I hadn't shot the poisonous insect on her arm in the end, I would have almost died under her knife, damn it, I just came here and caught a cold." Said He sneezed three times. The man who was talking was a man in a black windbreaker, with short hair and a cigarette in his mouth. Walking with him was a very handsome man, also in a black windbreaker, with his hands hidden behind his long hair. In his sleeves, a pair of knife-like eyes.The two are from Beitang, the youngest is the one who made the bronze hand, his name is Tang San, and the other man is Tang Yanzhen, the eldest disciple of the head of the Tang family in Beitang.

Tang San shook his head and looked at the night sky: "The weather in Yunnan is too humid, I won't come here after I'm killed."

Tang Yanzhen said: "You find the bronze first."

Tang San's face was a little pale, it's all caused by this cold: "I guess it's hard to find this girl who came to Yunnan, I guess I'll find some people to help."

Tang Yanzhen and Tang San came to a large courtyard house and knocked on the door. It is said that there would be no courtyard house in Yunnan, but the owner of this house is from Beijing. He came to Yunnan many years ago to settle down. It's time to go.

Tang Yanzhen knocked on the door, and an old man opened the door. Tang Yanzhen said he was from the Northern Tang Dynasty, and the old man led the two of them in.

The two walked into the courtyard, which was clean and tidy.There are some orchids planted in the garden, and the delicate and charming roses are climbing on the top of the undulating white wall. The flowers are like a brocade, and they are in full bloom.Just like a willow villa.

"Ya Tang San, your uncle is only here now." Hearing a shout suddenly, Tang San looked for the voice, and saw a young man in his thirties sitting in the living room, with a refined and handsome face, thick eyebrows, With a straight nose, she smiled with a bit of gentleness and inquiry.

Nalan Beile is said to be a descendant of Nalan Xingde, one of the four young masters in Yunnan.

Nalan Belle stepped on a stool with his right foot, and was peeling peanuts with both hands. Sitting beside him was a woman with fair skin, long hair shawl, big and bright eyes, open eyebrows, and a pair of dark eyes , with a plump body, and the simple black and red can't wrap up her beautiful figure. She is a very charming woman.

"This weather makes me not even have the mind to deal with women." Tang San said vulgarly, looking at the very pretty girl, he said with a smile: "Where did the girls come from?"

"How is it?" Naranbeile said with a smile.

"There is a little bit of red from the green, it doesn't take much to move the spring, but it can be delicious." Tang San wiped a bright smile.

"Eat it, I can smell the alcohol on you." Nalan Belle flicked a finger, and a peanut fell into his mouth, chewing, "The old man is waiting for you in the study."

Tang Yanzhen said: "Okay, then I'll go in and talk to your old man first, and you can stay, third child."

Tang San said: "Brother, there is such a beautiful woman here, I am reluctant to leave." He whispered to Nalan Beile, "How about flying together at night?"

"Fuck you, this is my collection." Nalan Belle made a gesture to kick over, "Yunnan's provincial flower. Zhao Cilan."

"Young Master Tang, hello." Zhao Cilan smiled slightly.

Hearing these charming words, Tang San's bones were about to crumble, "Baylor, you are so lucky, this girl's jiaochuang voice is very powerful."

"good."

After leaving the hall, Tang Yanzhen came to Nalan Vide's study room. The door was painted with gold lacquer on a vermilion background, and there was a horizontal plaque with three large characters amp;quot;Youranju" written on it.

Walking in, the windows in the hall are bright and clean, and the tables and chairs are bright and tidy.Walking to the side study, there are pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table.An old man was sitting on a chair with his back flipping through "Zuo Zhuan". He was wearing a gray shirt and had white hair. There was a cigarette stick on the table. The cigarette stick was also an old one. I heard it belonged to Zhao Huhu. Passed down from ancestors.The tobacco rod has been polished smooth and shiny by generations of hands.Probably because of years of smoking, the tobacco stem has already turned red all over, turning into a blood-like crimson red, still glowing faintly, and the tobacco stem is shiny and shiny.According to legend, the tobacco rod of Zhao Laohu's ancestors was taken from Qianyingyan Rock in the deep mountain of Fubao. Qianyingyan Rock has a unique peak with three or five clusters of beautiful bamboo. One piece of bamboo, leaving its roots, is baked with Fubao deep mountain fuel charcoal, simmered, and seven or seven 49 days.

"Here we come." Naran Wade's voice was lukewarm, "Sit down."

Tang Yanzhen looked at some scrolls on the table, and there were some scrolls protruding sideways. The handwriting on them was elegant and free, swaying freely and unrestrainedly.

Tang Yanzhen sat down neither humble nor overbearing, and said seriously: "It's late, old man"

When dealing with Nalan Wade, you don't need to touch his temper. This man is nicknamed Tiger. Tiger's temper is unpredictable and uncertain. One second he might be smiling, but the next second he will turn his face and deny anyone. Tang Yanzhen Soldiers come to block, water comes and soil floods.

Neither of them spoke, as if they were dumb, and the atmosphere was a bit weird.

Zhao Huhu was smoking Hanyan, flipped through Zuozhuan, sniffed a few sips, found that there was no Hanyan, frowned slightly, put down "Zuozhuan", and was about to fill a pot of Tuhanyan.Nalan Vide grows this dry tobacco every year, and the "Zhonghua" and "Panda" brought to him by his son, he does not smoke, he says it is tasteless and boring.

"I'll do it." Tang Yan stood up, leaned down slightly, took a small square of white jade soil dry smoke with both hands, and squeezed out a little with his fingers very steadily.