The Great Tang: World Martial God

Seeing Song Ruoxin's thanks again, Tang Hao waved his hand and said lightly.

"It's just a small effort, you don't have to be polite."

While talking, the black horse still rubbed against Tang Hao.

Tang Hao glanced at Wu Ha, stretched out a hand and stroked it lightly, a trace of affection arose in his heart.

Song Ruoxin glanced at Wu Hao.

"This horse has always been Lie, even Sister Wanqing can't tame it. It's strange today, but it's so docile to meet Young Master Tang."

Tang Hao smiled without saying a word.

This Wu Qi was originally Xiang Yu's car. At this time, there was a part of Xiang Yu's inheritance in his body at this time. How could this horse not feel it.

In the end, the system borrowed your hand to let this horse appear in front of me.

Seeing that the horses were obedient, Song Ruoxin was extremely intimate with Tang Hao, and said.

"I see that the horse is also predestined to Prince Tang. It is better for me to give this horse to Prince Tang for the beauty of an adult. It is also regarded as repaying the kindness of life-saving."

"this…"

"Don't refuse, Tang Gong, Song Ruoxin can still make a decision on this trivial matter."

Tang Hao didn't refuse at all. This was a gift from the system, only with the help of Song Ruoxin.

"good!"

Song Ruoxin saw that Tang Hao didn't even make a polite refusal, but the answer was bold and direct, and he taught Tang Hao to Ma Ni.

After taking the reins, Tang Hao pondered for a moment, looking at Song Ruoxin and said.

"This Liangju is a precious thing in your house. I, Tang Hao, can't take it for nothing. If Miss Song doesn't dislike it, please come to Ming Youxuan to have a pot of tea to show me Tang Hao's gratitude?"

Song Ruoxin was also bold, and readily agreed.

Ming Youxuan is the most famous tea house on Chang'an Street.

Not to mention the size of the land, even the decoration is mainly quiet, and the delicate layout of flowers and trees inside is a must in Chang'an.

Naturally, there are more people who come here, such as strange people and strangers, literati and mosques who often come here to talk about things.

Tang Hao and Song Ruoxin arrived at the door of this elegant and quiet tea house. The young steward brought the horse to the stable behind to feed the horse. The two of them passed the storyteller on the first floor and went straight to the attic on the second floor.

After sitting down, Tang Hao saw that the backyard of this tea house really had some quiet scenery.

Song Ruoxin sat opposite Tang Hao, thought of the handkerchief Tang Hao gave him today, and took it out.

"Young Master Tang, thank you so much for today. This is your handkerchief. Give it to you now."

As he said, he handed over the handkerchief embroidered with the word'Hao'.

"It's rare for men to wear a handkerchief. Presumably this handkerchief has a special meaning for Tang Gongzi?"

Tang Hao took the handkerchief, folded it carefully, and put it in the bag.

Upon seeing this, Song Ruoxin asked tentatively.

"This handkerchief is very important to Tang Gongzi?"

Tang Hao felt bitter in his heart, staring out of the attic with empty eyes, lost in memory.

"I just heard my adoptive father mentioned that this handkerchief has been worn on me since I picked it up, when I was a baby in swaddling clothes."

As he said, Tang Hao retracted his gaze and stared at the Nan wooden table in a daze.

"I have been wearing it by my side for so many years."

Song Ruoxin seemed to feel sour, and murmured.

"Unexpectedly, Tang Gongzi's life experience was like this. It's... it's really not easy."

Tang Hao condensed his memory and smiled indifferently.

"My adoptive father and mother treated me like a few times, and also cared for me in every possible way. Miss Song doesn't have to feel sorry for me."

Seeing that even though Tang Hao grew up in a poor family, he possessed such a free and easy disposition, Song Ruoxin couldn't help but admire him.

While talking, Xiao Er had already brought up the tea.

"The two are slow."

After adding a new cup of tea to the two of them, Xiao Er put down the teapot and walked out.

At this moment, a slick sound came from the door of Yajian.

"Yeah! What a coincidence today, I was able to run into Miss Song."

There was a smirk on one face as he spoke, and a young man with the appearance of a beautiful young man walked in.

Tang Hao looked at the sound, just by looking at this gorgeous dress, he knew that this must be a boy of a rich family, and his ill-intentioned smile knew that this man was definitely not a good bird, and the few hungrily family members around him were even more so. The swingers molested the liangjia women's standard equipment.

Song Ruoxin frowned slightly and glanced at the visitor.

"This son, you and I have never known each other, please don't disturb me and this friend drinking tea."

"Yo! What's the matter? Is it because Yin Jie's reputation is not strong enough?"

While talking, Su Qingjie, the son of Jinyi, had already walked to the table, holding the table with both hands, squinting at Song Ruoxin.

"But it doesn't matter, this girl Song, one of the three beauties of Chang'an City, as long as I know you."

Song Ruoxin looked disgusted and moved towards the window.

"Please respect yourself. This is the tea bureau for my friend and I. Please go out."

Seeing that Song Ruoxin had some space here, Yin Jie immediately sat up and squeezed beside Song Ruoxin, laughing.

"This entire Ming Youxuan is the property of my Yin family. If I want to sit there, then I can sit there. Why talk about it?"

"But Xiaoye, I am happy today, and I just want to have a heart-to-heart talk with Miss Song."

This scene passed through the hollowed out flower-carved screen and was seen by a young man on the table next door.

"Heh! It's the Yin family again."

The sturdy man standing next to the son said: "Look at the boy opposite this girl, who is thin and thin, I'm afraid he won't be able to protect this woman."

Young Master Pian Pian took a sip from the tea cup on the table, and said lightly: "Yin Kaishan is a famous founder of the country anyway. This Yin Jie is the son of Yin Kaishan. Even the current prince must respect him for three points, let alone this unknown kid? "

Maintenance was a little unbearable and asked: "Princess... Young Master, do you want to adjust?"

The young man had a playful expression, playing with the tea set in his hand.

"Don't worry, if he doesn't even have the courage to protect his own woman, why should we give birth to right and wrong."

"Yes!"

Yin Jie on the other side saw Tang Hao sitting opposite and shouted.

"Hey! Boy, don't you have eyes? Didn't you see me chatting with a beautiful woman? Don't you get out of here?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Hao turned a deaf ear, quietly taking a sip of the wine glass.

Seeing Tang Hao calmly and leisurely, Yin Jie couldn't help getting furious, and stood up with a "pop".

"court death!"