Ouyang Mochou, aunt and nephew, both have excellent ears.
He heard Agui's muttering clearly, and raised his head in unison, and glanced at Lu Heng, who was frowning, whispering to Agui, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes distressed, and his pretty face turned red.
How can we sleep in one room? Do we have to sleep with three people in the same bed? That would be great. Ahem, no, how can that be done? They can do it, so can I... Can I do it? This is what Lu Heng was thinking.
Do you want Rushuang to go out and find another room? What can you say? This is what Ouyang Mochou is thinking.
Phew, you can sleep wherever you like. Anyway, I will sleep with my aunt today. No one can enter my aunt's room. This is Ouyang Rushuang's idea.
Ouyang Rushuang felt some inexplicable envy and jealousy in her heart. She raised her head and glanced secretly at Lu Heng, who had already called the shopkeeper over. She was even more convinced of what she had just thought.
"Is there really only one room left?"
Lu Heng frowned and asked the shopkeeper who nodded and bowed.
The shopkeeper grimaced and begged: "Yes, sir, how dare I lie to you? I really only have one room!"
I have met all kinds of people over the years. Although Lu Heng and his party did not identify themselves, the shopkeeper, who is mature and sophisticated, could tell at a glance that Lu Heng and his party were either rich or noble.
Tsk tsk, look at those horses, how can ordinary people afford to feed them?
Look at those warriors again. All of them have round waists and thick arms, with fierce looks on their faces. They are definitely not good people.
If it weren't for a rich man traveling, how could he have such a grand pomp?
"Why only one room?" Just when Lu Heng was helplessly ready to wave the shopkeeper to leave, a cold shout suddenly came from the door.
When the shopkeeper heard this, he shuddered immediately. His body trembled involuntarily.
He secretly cursed a bastard, but when he raised his head, he put on a happy and flattering smile. He took small steps and hurriedly ran to the door to greet the young man who walked into the inn.
, nodded and bowed. He also stretched out his hand to help the young man brush off the dust on his body: "Master Di, you didn't even say hello when you came. I want to know that you are always coming, there are so many rooms! Who is that, spreading the blessing?
, hurry up and take out the century-old Huadiao wine from our store and give it to Master Di to try!"
The level of enthusiasm is comparable to that of Lu Heng's bar hostess in his previous life.
But the young man pushed him away impatiently, and then secretly glanced at the scholar sitting on the table chatting with the one-armed warrior, and his heart suddenly jumped. Then he raised his voice and said, "Young master, don't do it."
Your Huadiao, I am not a bandit, I am the third son of Shuozhou Prefecture. My father has always taught us, do not speak or see anything that is not polite, do not listen to what is not polite, follow the way of the saints, a gentleman loves money and takes it.
You know. You know, young master, I have always presented myself as a youth idol in Shuozhou Mansion, neither stealing nor robbing nor being a gangster. By doing this, do you want to ruin my reputation, young master? Huh?"
The shopkeeper was suddenly stunned, his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen a ghost. Looking at the biggest scourge of Shuozhou Prefecture, he was so horrified that he didn't even notice a trace of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Does this, this way of the saint, have anything to do with you?
Seeing the shopkeeper dumbfounded, Mr. Di smiled with satisfaction, stretched out his hand and patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder, laughing.
Unexpectedly, his smile made the shopkeeper tremble in fright. If he hadn't been standing at the door, leaning against a pillar, he would have fallen down.
The young man surnamed Di seemed not to notice. He laughed loudly and said proudly: "It's okay if you know you are wrong. You must never do this again in the future. You know, if you know you are wrong, you should correct it. You are still a good comrade!"
Seeing that the shopkeeper was at a loss, the young master Di nodded and smiled slightly. Then he pondered with a serious face, shook his head and said: "It's true that a prodigal son can't exchange for gold when he returns home. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, who would have known that the weather is good today, and a couple can live together in one day."
A hundred days of grace! You must remember this poem and never do it again!"
Having said that, the young master felt that he was not lethal enough, so he patted the shopkeeper hard on the shoulder, winked, and raised his eyebrows: "The young master is very optimistic about you!"
The shopkeeper's mouth was wide open, his eyes were dazed, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, not knowing whether he wanted to laugh or cry.
No, no, uncle, what are you talking about?
What did I do?
That poem, what does that poem mean?
Can you tell me clearly that I am a very young person and cannot understand the profound meaning of your poem?
"Why are you still standing there?" Young Master Di saw the shopkeeper standing stupidly in front of him, looking at him with an admiring look. He was obviously shocked by his talent and knowledge, and he didn't react for a while. Although Young Master Di was thinking
I am overjoyed, but I am helpless that the distinguished guest is right in front of me, and I seemed to have accidentally bumped into the distinguished guest just now. This is a great opportunity to establish myself as a good young man, how can I waste it?
Seeing the shopkeeper standing there stupidly, the young master surnamed Di glared, shook his body, and roared with domineering, "Why don't you quickly prepare a room for that distinguished guest?"
The shopkeeper suddenly realized that it was because of you!
You should have said it earlier, fuck your mother, you can drag out whatever words you want.
Of course, these words were just what he was thinking in his mind, and he was scared to death of the shopkeeper, so he didn't dare to say them out loud.
After hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately agreed. As if he had received an imperial edict, he turned around arrogantly, waved his hand, and directed the waiter to rush up to the second floor and drive out the guests who had booked rooms.
"By the way, sir, how many rooms do you want?" There was a lot of noise and protests on the second floor. But the shopkeeper seemed not to notice, and stood in front of Lu Heng with a bowed head and asked with a smile.
Lu Heng frowned and thought for a moment, but did not stop the shopkeeper.
He smiled, picked up the tea, stretched out a finger and said, "Just one room!"
When the shopkeeper heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran up to the second floor. He nodded and bowed again, and apologized to the slightly more powerful customers with a smile on his face.
Lu Heng raised his head, glanced at the second floor, shook his head with a smile, and then looked away.
Turning his head, he looked at the young master surnamed Di who was tiptoeing to leave at the door. After slowly putting down the teacup, he smiled and said, "Sir, can you come over and have a drink?"
The young master surnamed Di was about to run away secretly. Just as he was about to cross the threshold, he suddenly heard these words. He was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
After finally regaining his balance, the young master named Di turned his head and grinned, but his smile was uglier than his cry.
"No, that's not necessary. Your Majesty, you're having a good time while you're having a good time. I, I'm just going to bother you with you!" The young master surnamed Di was so nervous and apprehensive that he stammered when he spoke.
Lu Heng couldn't help but smile, shook his head, pointed to the chair and said: "No problem, come over!"
The young master surnamed Di still shook his head like a rattle and said with a smile: "Forget it, forget it!"
Lu Heng's face turned pale, and he put down the tea cup. He turned his head, stared at him, and suddenly shouted: "Come here!"
With a plop, the body of the young master named Di trembled, and he fell to the ground in fright, falling on his back.
After getting up with a gray face, he slowly walked over with a sad face, like a defeated rooster.
At the same time, the shopkeeper's room had been arranged. In view of the presence of outsiders, Ouyang Mochou and Ouyang Rushuang smiled at Lu Heng, and then went upstairs to their rooms hand in hand.
Lu Heng nodded and smiled at the two girls, watching them leave before looking back.
Turning around, he looked at the young master surnamed Di who was standing in front of him, not daring to express his anger. He pointed at the chair and said, "Sit down!"
The young master surnamed Di shivered and stammered: "I don't dare, I don't dare!"
"Sit!" Lu Heng glared at him and shouted coldly.
The young master surnamed Di sat down uneasily and looked at Lu Heng with fear in his eyes.
At the same time, a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the inn to watch the excitement. These people looked at the misfortune and laughed heartily at the cat-like gentleness of the young master Di.
The handsome face of the young master surnamed Di was turning green and red, and his body was shaking with anger.
He turned his head and glared at the door.
A group of people watching the fun at the door laughed loudly and dispersed.
Lu Heng didn't take it seriously. After taking a sip of tea, he looked at the uneasy rich boy sitting in front of him with a half-smiling look in his eyes.
It wasn't until the rich boy was staring at him that his whole body was shaking like chaff, that Lu Heng put down the tea cup and asked lightly: "Do you like teasing women?"
As soon as these words came out, the rich boy suddenly turned pale. He slipped from the chair and fell to the ground with a plop. He knelt on the stone floor and slapped his face hard: "You deserve to be damned, you deserve to be damned, you deserve to be damned, so damned."
I bumped into you, sir, and you deserve to die!!"
Lu Heng looked at the rich boy who was kneeling on the ground, slapping his face from left to right. Seeing how frightened his face turned pale, the unhappiness in his heart gradually disappeared.
He frowned and snorted coldly: "Get up, there is gold under the man's knees. How can he be so polite to kneel down so easily?"
When the rich boy heard this, he raised his head and looked at Lu Heng in disbelief.
"Why do you want Lu to help you up personally?" Lu Heng asked angrily.
The rich boy jumped up with a swish, his movements were light and agile.
"What a skill!" Agui's eyes lit up, as if Grandet had seen a room full of gold and silver treasures. He couldn't help but praise softly.
The handsome young man from a rich family blushed slightly. He was praised by the sword god. Although he was happy, he still lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Lu Heng glanced at Agui in surprise, then turned his attention to the young man, frowned and asked, "Do you know me?"
The young master surnamed Di cried and begged for mercy: "The villain has blind eyes and cannot see Mount Tai. He bumped into the emperor's master. He deserves death!"
Lu Heng shook his head and smiled, ignoring him. After thinking about it, he asked, "What's your name?"
The young master surnamed Di bent down and replied respectfully: "Little man Di Qing, Di Hanchen!" (To be continued)