Yu Zi clutched a clean handkerchief and followed her hastily, but did not dare to stop her.

Everyone knows that Xie Shuning looks young and has a good temper, but in fact she is much more powerful than Song, a serious matron. Yuzi could only purse her lips and follow her downstairs, stretching from time to time.

He wiped her long hair that was still dripping with his arms to prevent the cold water droplets from dripping into Xie Shuning's back collar.

Most of the local inns are small two-story buildings with old wooden stairs with mottled texture and not very high.

Xie Shuning quickly walked into the eyes of everyone.

Seeing that she was just a little girl, the group of people didn't care. They only glanced at her and then looked away. One of them still said to the landlady with an unruly attitude, "We want to stay in a hotel."

The landlady smiled coquettishly: "My lord, this place is full. You guys should go up and have a look."

This inn is the one with the best environment in the ancient city of Khotan and has always been popular.

"Make some room."

The proprietress dared to open a shop here, and she was used to seeing big scenes. She often encountered stubborn customers. She was not annoyed when she heard this, and just said: "This can't be done, I took the money!"

"How much money? Let's double it." Hearing this, the person opposite said this calmly.

The landlady shook her head, "You guys should look for someone else. In business, trustworthiness is the most important thing. I can't lose my integrity just for a little money."

Xie Shuning tilted her head, twisted her hair, and water dropped down, soaking the ground under her feet.

"What are you doing down here? You don't have to freeze! Your hair is still wet!" Mrs. Song saw her. She quickly came closer and urged her to go back.

From the beginning of Hu Yanglin, Xie Shuning's displeasure with the two young men has always been on the surface and made no secret. The Song family did not dare to make any mistakes at this time. The person these people were looking for was obviously brought to them.

The people in the ancient city of Khotan, regardless of what they were doing to find someone, just looking at him like this didn't seem like a good thing.

It would be bad if Xie Shuning said it out.

Mrs. Song frowned and looked at Yu Zi. "Why don't you send the young lady upstairs quickly and dry her hair."

"Yes." Yuzi glanced at Xie Shuning quietly and reached out to help her, "Miss, please go back to your room quickly."

Xie Shuning didn't move and shook Mrs. Song's hand. Then she laughed and said to those people: "The landlady is right, this inn has been booked by us, how can there be any reason to free up a room for you? You guys are right.

There’s no shortage of money, so where can I stay?”

After she finished speaking, she said to Dao Scar: "Uncle Dao, if these people don't know the place, you can send them away. There are so many inns in the ancient city of Khotan, so you have to choose carefully."

After a few words, she started to see off the guests.

The landlady couldn't help but look at her in surprise.

This kind of courage is not like that of a young lady from the Western Vietnam Dynasty who was raised in a boudoir.

The few people who came here all had swords on their waists.

Although the swordsmen who come and go are all armed with weapons, the landlady, who is used to looking at people, has sharp eyes. It is impossible to see the difference between these people.

How could this group of people, with their delicate skin and tender flesh, be the swordsmen and swordsmen who traveled to the desert to earn a living?

"Please, everyone!" Scar made a gesture of invitation.

"Are you from Western Vietnam?" After hearing Scar's words, the group of people did not move, but the leader suddenly asked.

Scar said: "This has nothing to do with you."

The man sneered, then clasped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, but I've been here in Mobei for nearly half a year. I've seen a lot of people from Xiyue, but this is the first time I've seen this."

It is indeed rare for a mother and daughter to travel together without a male host.

Xie Shuning raised her hand, wiped off a drop of water on her cheek, and said with a smile: "We are going back to Yanling. We have been delayed for many days. We are about to take a rest now, so I won't stay with you."

"He's from Yanling." The man licked his lips and said with the others behind him, "Since this place is full, let's find another inn."

The Song family's accent still has the same local accent, with a soft and glutinous Jiangnan flavor. When they heard Yanling, this group of people believed it.

A group of people filed out.

Scar followed quickly.

He didn't hear a word of what Xie Shuning said just now, and he understood Xie Shuning's intention. Just like what Song Yanzhao said when leaving Dunhuang, don't look at Xie Shuning as a child, but deep down she is anything but a child.

So simple.

After Scar's figure disappeared outside the door, Ms. Song breathed a sigh of relief, chatted with the landlady for a while, and then pulled Xie Shuning upstairs.

When the two Yanhuai people came in earlier, the proprietress happened to be setting up the camel team behind them. It happened that they didn't see them, which was considered good luck.

Mrs. Song secretly rejoiced and sent Xie Shuning back to the room, took a handkerchief to wipe her hair, asked Yuzi to go down and asked the landlady to order an extra brazier.

It was freezing cold, and if I left my wet hair to dry like this, I immediately caught a cold.

"Look at you, the older you get, the more you go back. Your body and bones are not good at all. How can you do it if you keep freezing." Mrs. Song was annoyed, but there was something unnatural in her expression.

Xie Shuning didn't criticize her and let her talk.

After a while, Yuzi and Tulan came in one behind the other carrying a brazier.

The warmth comes.

Xie Shuning then said softly: "Mother is worried about those two people, right?"

Ms. Song was slightly embarrassed, "They saved you after all."

"It's precisely because they saved me that I didn't betray them just now." She smiled, "Mom, don't worry about it, those two people are gone."

Just then she heard that someone was looking for someone coming downstairs, and she heard that Mrs. Song had gone down to deal with it. She immediately asked Tulan to go find Yanhuai and the others, while she took Yuzi downstairs.

Sure enough, when Turan arrived, the building was already empty.

It was indeed them that that group of people were looking for.

"Those who have caused trouble, we have done our best to bring them to the ancient city of Khotan. If we stay here any longer, sooner or later trouble will be caused to us. Mother, we are still on our way." Xie Shuning leaned against her.

He fell into Mrs. Song's arms, feeling lazy by the warm warmth in the room.

It was already the middle of winter, and when they arrived in Kyoto, the spring flowers were blooming and the weather was getting warmer.

Xie Yuanmao's letter said that it was obviously impossible for them to return home before the New Year, but the later they were delayed after the New Year, the more troublesome it would be to return home by then.

She was willing to take her time, but her brother was still in Beijing, and she couldn't bear to ask him to spend his days waiting for disappointment.

Ms. Song then sighed, "That's fine. It's just a chance encounter, and we can't help them."

This is true!

Xie Shuning just smiled and asked Mrs. Song to continue wiping her hair, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

About two-quarters of an hour later, Turan said that Scar was back and waiting to see her.

This was said in a whisper, and Mrs. Song was not heard. Xie Shuning just talked about a few things she wanted to eat, half-coquettishly, and asked Mrs. Song to think of something.

Mrs. Song went downstairs to find the proprietress.

She hurried to see Scar.

Scar was pacing back and forth, and when he saw her face he said: "Miss, those people are very weird."

Xie Shuning said: "Oh? How do you say it?"

"I followed your instructions to 'send' them off, but of course they didn't want to let me see them off. They left me behind after just a few steps out. But I know this place much better than they did, so I chased after them after a while. I followed them.

I walked around for a long time, but I didn't see them entering the inn. I wanted to follow them closer, but I almost got discovered by them, so I just came back."

"Are they still looking for someone?"

"Yes, we are looking for two young men, Han Chinese."

"Don't think about it, it's those two people we're looking for." Xie Shuning lowered her eyes, "We really got into big trouble. Fortunately, they have already run away by themselves."

Scar wiped the sweat from his forehead. "In my opinion, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Why don't we rest for a day, prepare supplies, and then set off directly? It doesn't hurt to stay a little longer at the next stop to recuperate."

Xie Shuning agreed, nodded in agreement, and then asked Scar to send more people to take turns keeping watch, being careful.

"Do we need to look for those two people?" Scar hesitated, but still asked this question.

Xie Shuning shook her head and muttered: "There are many people looking for them. Now that they have left the inn, they have nothing to do with us." After a pause, she raised her eyes to look at Scar, her eyes shining like those in the sky.

Xingzi, "If they come back, just——"

She stretched out her hand and made a gesture across her neck.

Scar looked at it, shivered, and stumbled in response.

Looking at Xie Shuning's leaving figure, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart, looking at such a delicate and frail little girl, how could she not even blink when it came to killing someone?

Scar couldn't figure out the reason for this problem until they successfully left the ancient city of Khotan, entered Yuguan, and started to go to Kyoto.

After the two teenagers left without saying goodbye, they never appeared again, as if they had disappeared from the world and no one could find them.

Xie Shuning and his party set out on the road the next day.

After that, things really calmed down along the way.

There were no people breaking into the camp in the middle of the night, and no weirdos looking for anyone.

During the rest of the journey, only fatigue remained.

A long journey always makes people tired.
To be continued...