After leaving Lingzhou, Song Qingshu headed east all the way, the journey was boring, sometimes he himself felt emotional, outsiders thought he was traveling the world, messing with flowers and grass along the way, but only he himself knew the hard work.
It's rare to live a stable life all year round, and you get together less and more with your confidante, and you run around on the road non-stop. It's really not as good as being a pure martial arts master.
But complaining is all about complaining, what needs to be done still has to be done, and now he has participated in the game of fighting for the world, there is no such thing as quitting in the middle of this game, the winner takes all, and the loser will be doomed, now he is not only for himself Struggling for his ideals, but also shouldering the lives and wealth of countless people.
After a day's journey, when night fell, Song Qingshu found an inn in a nearby town to stay, and threw a silver coin on the counter: "Shopkeeper, I want Tianzi No. 1 room."
It's not that he did it on purpose. After all, these Tianzihao rooms sound very good, but in fact the environment and conditions are the same. In the previous life, the rooms of any better hotel didn't know how many rooms were sold out. In this world, I am used to living in palaces and palaces, so ordinary inn rooms are naturally hard to see.
Naturally, the guest rooms in such rural towns would not be much better, so I simply asked for their best room, hoping that it would not be too bad later.
Song Qingshu wasn't the kind of person who treats himself badly. At any rate, he now controls several powerful forces in the Central Plains, and has dug up several treasures. Although sometimes he is short of money, it is at the national level. The military salary and logistics are indeed astronomical figures, but for personal expenses, it is completely impossible to spend ten lifetimes.
The shopkeeper greedily glanced at the money in front of him, and finally returned it to Song Qingshu reluctantly: "I'm sorry, sir, the Tianzi No. 1 room is already occupied."
"Then number two." Song Qingshu didn't care, as this happened from time to time.
The innkeeper said with a wry smile, "There are people living in the second room."
Song Qingshu frowned slightly: "Then number three."
The innkeeper's face was wrinkled like a shriveled orange peel: "No. 3 is also booked."
Song Qingshu's face darkened: "You don't think I'm raw and want to kill me, do you?" This world is not those ancient costume movies on TV. You must know that Tianzihao rooms are expensive for ordinary people, and few people can live in them. First of all, in such a remote town, most of the people who come and go are travellers, and some are from the rivers and lakes. They are not considered rich people. It’s fine if one room is booked. How can there be any reason for three rooms to be booked at the same time? .
"How dare I lie to the guest officer, someone is really living here." In order to make his words more believable, the boss hastily added, "Room No. 1 is a veiled girl, although she can't see her face, she has a very good figure Mei, at first glance, she is a beautiful woman of national beauty. All the women in the town can't match her, and I don't know which lady came out alone, but which decent lady will come out alone, I think her complexion is fair, she doesn't look like a Central Plains person... "
Song Qingshu frowned. If he would have been interested a few years ago, but now there are countless confidante around him, and all of them are beautiful, his vision has long been far higher than ordinary people. How many beautiful women? Mostly, he was shocked to see someone with a bit of beauty, not to mention that he didn't even see his appearance.
Of course, the most important thing is that he has already felt the meaning of the word responsibility, and now that most of his thoughts are on his career, he naturally doesn't care about women.
The owner of the inn is the master of observing words and expressions. He noticed the impatience on his face, and immediately ended the gossip, and continued: "The second room is a rich businessman with a big belly, and the third room is a hunchback. I don't know what the family does. Yes, I actually have money to live in a house.”
He just briefly described the latter two, and he was not as excited as he described the No. 1 room before. It seems that the general public's interest in certain things has been like this for thousands of years.
Song Qingshu paid attention to that hunchback, and his first reaction was Sai Beiming camel wood peak, but suddenly remembered that he had died at the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. After thinking about it, it seems that there is no other famous hunchback in the world.
"I'm really worrying too much. How can there be so many powerful people in a small town." Song Qingshu secretly laughed.
"In addition to the first No. 3 room being occupied, there is also No. 4 Tianzi room. Why don't you let it go?" The innkeeper also knew that the way of asking and answering just now was too embarrassing, so he hurriedly took the initiative to remedy it.
Song Qingshu didn't have any objections, he couldn't let people give up the house to himself like the bullies in the TV series, but he got angry when he saw the boss's face of profiteering, so he took the ingot back and threw him a small piece of gold. A lot of broken silver.
"Xiao Er, send the young master to the room." Seeing that the fat in his mouth was gone, the innkeeper wanted to cry, thinking that there were not many people living in the Tianzihao room in the past, but four people came here at once today. The key is to get all of them together, if only one a day would be great.
The store waiter took Song Qingshu to the upstairs room. The hardware environment of the room is average, but it can be called clean. Putting away the luggage is actually just some change of clothes, so he went downstairs and ordered a few small dishes, and poured himself a drink When he woke up, his skills were profound, and the discussions of the drinkers around him quickly reached his ears.
"Have you heard that Mongolia is going to use troops against Xixia?"
"No way, isn't Mongolia going west?"
"Your news is too late. I heard that Mongolia has completed its western expedition, and now it's time to deal with the southern countries. Xixia is the first to bear the brunt."
"No wonder Xixia suddenly wants to start recruiting relatives."
"Do you think that Princess Xixia is really that beautiful?"
"Princesses are supposed to be beautiful. Think about it, the emperor's women are all beauties. Can the daughters they give birth to be beautiful?"
"It's true, but who of you has seen the princess with your own eyes?"
"If I have that good fortune, I'm still here bragging with you?"
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Song Qingshu on the side couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, there is no shortage of key politicians. Many of the logic is the same as those people on the Internet in later generations, but many people in the later generations have seen the photos of those princesses in the Qing Dynasty, and they have already understood that not all princesses are beautiful. fact.
After listening for a while, he didn't hear anything new. Song Qingshu even sat downstairs for a while, but nothing happened. He couldn't help laughing. After all, this is not a martial arts rpg. How could it trigger something every time he went to the inn? event.
Returning to the room, Song Qingshu practiced for two hours. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a slight sound from the roof tiles. He couldn't help being startled. He was still complaining just now. Why did something happen now? (https:)