The people were very curious about the veiled Qingyan, but they did not dare to go up and ask.
Just after Qingyan walked by, two or three groups gathered for some discussions.
"Dali. You see this woman is wearing a veil. She must be as beautiful as a flower." A young man in coarse cloth turned his hand around the girl next to him in the same coarse cloth.
"Go, you don't know how to read a woman and you know she is as beautiful as a flower? My guess is that she is too ugly and has no face to scare people, so she has to wear a veil to hide her ugliness." Although the man named Dali knew that the woman's graceful figure was not even ugly.
You will be so ugly that you cannot stand in front of others. Saying this is to offend someone next to you, and to comfort yourself.
Since you can't have it, don't fantasize about it.
"Go. Go. Go. Even in the United States, can she be as beautiful as the woman of yesterday? Her appearance is so stunning that it..." A farmer carrying a load beside him was anxiously trying to find a word to describe her.
After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't tell the reason.
"Oh, yes. Only the woman who rode the eagle yesterday is the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Yes, yes. There are no words to describe the beauty." "..." The crowd discussed in agreement.
Qingyan wandered around the street for a while and was a little disappointed. Apart from vegetable stalls, medicine shops, and cloth shirts, there were very few other things in this village. Finally, a slightly dilapidated two-story inn appeared with a crumbling signboard.
.
Yingjun Inn.
Qingyan thought of what Luo'er had said before, that she would stay at an inn first and then send someone to notify her. Therefore, she should probably stay at the only inn in the village.
Qingyan stepped forward and walked in. What she saw were some shabby tables and chairs that looked like antiques. They were neatly located in various directions. A shopkeeper was laboriously cleaning the hall. Seeing Qingyan, she was originally dizzy.
He looked so sleepy but suddenly woke up. He ran over with a smile on his face.
"Please come inside, guest. I wonder if the guest is working in a hotel or staying in a hotel?" The waiter greeted Qingyan warmly. If he hadn't seen Qingyan and was a woman, he might have dragged her in.
"Well, you serve me some side dishes first."
"Okay. Sir, please wait a moment." The waiter bowed respectfully to Qingyan.
"Wait a minute, little brother, I want to ask you something? Are there two men and two women here? The woman is wearing a green skirt. She is accompanied by a maid. The two men look stupid?"
I'm afraid they should have arrived by now.
"Customer, our store will never disclose the status of our customers." The boy in the store made a serious face and secretly stretched out his left hand to make a gesture.
Qingyan was stunned, then she smiled and took out a couple of pieces of silver from the package and threw it into the shop assistant's pocket.
"Sir, are you a friend of those four people? They just stayed in the hotel not long ago. But, to be honest, four people only live in one upper room. Can it be squeezed in?" The waiter in the store smiled.
He said with a smile.
After receiving the confirmation, Qingyan didn't bother to talk to the waiter.
After finishing the meal and paying the bill, Qingyan asked the waiter to find a room next to the upper room to stay. She must abduct the smart Luoer and take her away at night.
In the dead of night, Qingyan stood up from the bed. She opened the door and couldn't see her fingers. Based on her memory, she found the upper room described by the waiter. She pushed it open gently.
In the room, the guard hidden in the night stared closely at the door. The sword in his hand slowly came out of the sky. The silver-white light swayed in the dark night.
Qingyan moved and silently exchanged blows with the guards. During the fight, Qingyan was puzzled. Is this the same wooden guard that she had played with all day yesterday? It seemed that his moves were much sharper. And they were very sharp. His moves were vicious.
When Qingyan was stabbed in her left hand, a white light gathered when she couldn't bear it anymore. She swung her palm towards the guard. With an expected muffled groan, the guard was pushed back.
Suddenly, someone lit a candle in the room. Next to the candle stood Lao Mo, who was staring at her warily. Mu Chen, who was sitting on the bed looking content and watching a show. Lying on the ground, covering his chest, was someone he had never seen before.
's bodyguard.
Qingyan was so embarrassed. It seemed that someone had gone to the wrong room.