Song Qingshu nodded with deep sympathy. Standing near the big sweat were two women, one big and one small. The younger one covered her face with a light veil. He seemed cold and indifferent, very eye-catching, and he had an elegant and elegant temperament, and there was a hint of nobility faintly, which made people dare not look directly at him.
The other woman has a plump figure, with a graceful and exquisite body, and a black court dress wraps her graceful body more and more plumply. Unlike the other girl, she exudes a mature and glamorous temperament all over her body.
Even though the two women are both covered with veils, they can't see their faces clearly, just because of their figure, temperament and those smart eyes, even if they look mediocre, they can be called first-class beauties. The stunner of all beings.
It's just that Song Qingshu is used to beauties nowadays, and the beauty of the two didn't distract him. At this time, he was thinking about another matter. Just now, the profusely called them his wife and princess. Could it be that the two girls are his? wife and daughter
But he immediately denied this speculation. First, if it was his wife and daughter, he would not be so polite. Second, this sweat is only about thirty years old, so how could he have such a big daughter
But in this way, Song Qingshu became more and more confused, what kind of country's wife and princess is this? Why is this sweat so strange to them
The lady spoke, with a soft and sweet voice: "It's getting late now, why don't we just send more people to patrol around here." As a woman, she obviously wanted to go with Xue Baochai and the others before.
"Alright." Da Khan nodded, turned his head and ordered his guards to patrol around the inn.
At this time, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes also said: "You go to the kitchen to prepare meals, and you go upstairs to tidy up the room..."
"Yes, young city lord!" The people under his command followed orders and left.
"Young city lord?" Song Qingshu became more and more confused. Such a title obviously does not belong to any country in the Central Plains. There is no such thing as a city lord here. Even the Lu Wende brothers have guarded Xiangyang for so many years, and no one calls Lu Shidao and them young city lords.
"Xiao Ming has arranged things in an orderly manner, and he is becoming more and more like your father." The Khan said approvingly.
The young city owner also smiled happily: "The big sweat is full of praise."
Song Qingshu read it for a long time, and vaguely saw the way. They are not in the general sense of affiliation, but more like a cooperative relationship of equal allies.
Unable to guess the identities of the two parties for a while, Song Qingshu began to pay attention to several other people.
Standing next to the young city lord was a chunky monk, who said that the monk was very reluctant. Although he was bald, he had no ring scars, and his clothes were very different from the monks in the Central Plains. There is also a string of Buddhist beads hanging, coupled with his big bald head, giving people the first impression of a monk.
The reason why I noticed him was that he was probably one of the people with the highest martial arts among this group of people.
Apart from him, there was a rickety old woman standing behind the lady and lady, who collapsed when the wind blows. Maybe ordinary people think she is a thin old lady, but Song Qingshu doesn't just use his eyes to see, but to see people." gas".
This old woman and that fat monk are the two with the highest martial arts in the field.
The lady and the princess breathe softly, walk lightly, and obviously have good martial arts, plus the group of Mongolian warriors, the young city lord, and the lady's subordinates, all of them are shrewd and powerful, and they are obviously meticulous. If they are good players, it is no wonder that the Church of Destiny came out to ambush them.
"Seeing that she is beautiful, do you just stare at him like this?" At this moment, Wanyan Zhongjie's sour voice suddenly came from next to his ear.
Song Qingshu looked back, and saw the girl looking at him with her mouth pouted, obviously very dissatisfied with his reaction.
"I'm just observing who they have masters." Song Qingshu isolated this small area with a powerful Qi machine, so the two whispered, but it was not surprising that the masters in the hall could hear them.
"Oh, who are the masters?" Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly became interested.
Song Qingshu began to explain to her the general strength of everyone's martial arts. When it came to the wife and princess, Wanyan Zhongjie suddenly asked: "How is their martial arts better than mine?"
Song Qingshu thought for a while, and replied: "They didn't make a move, and I can't judge the martial arts. From the perspective of internal strength alone, that lady's cultivation base is deeper than yours, and that princess is about the same as you."
Wanyan Chongjie's cheeks suddenly swelled up with anger: "These foxes look so seductive and their martial arts are so good, there really is no reason for them."
Song Qingshu was speechless for a while, wondering if you scolded yourself too
Wanyan Chongjie suddenly rolled his eyes: "Brother Song, do you want to capture these two charming girls and make them your wife?"
"What's on your mind all day long?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but black lines.
"Obviously that's what you think in your heart." Wanyan Zhongjie snorted.
"Keep down, someone is coming." Song Qingshu hastily made a silent gesture.
Wanyan Chongjie didn't dare to mess around anymore, and quietly stretched out her small head to observe the situation below.
"Why haven't those cooks been ready for so long, at least pour us some tea." The young city lord said a little dissatisfied, and soon some of his subordinates ran to the kitchen to check.
But soon ran back in a panic: "The kitchen... no... no one, no one."
"How is it possible!" The young city master was furious, just now at least seven or eight people went to the kitchen, how could there be no one.
That
The lady frowned, and said to the old woman behind her, "Grandma, go and see if the person who cleans the room upstairs is there."
The old woman nodded slightly, flew to the second floor with a little tiptoe, and quickly checked.
Wanyan Zhongjie's small mouth opened into an O shape: "This old woman is really good at lightness kung fu."
"Indeed." Song Qingshu nodded.
Wanyan Chongjie quickly pursed his lips into a smile: "But you are still far behind your brother."
"A sycophant." Song Qingshu couldn't help smiling, no wonder Ouyang Feng loved her like a granddaughter, this little girl is indeed quite affectionate.
At this time, the old woman had already checked the second floor, and flew back to the hall to report: "Ma'am, there is no one upstairs."
No matter how nervous people are, they also realize that something is wrong:
"There is an ambush!"
The surrounding warriors pulled out their weapons one after another to protect Da Khan and others in the center, and looked around warily, but apart from the wind outside, no enemies appeared.
The fat monk got up and said: "Why don't I lead a few people to investigate around." He was proud of his martial arts, but he didn't worry about other people's ambush.
"No, the other party is obviously like a pack of wolves hunting. They deliberately use panic to weaken our will, and then take the opportunity to disperse our strength. We can't fall into their trap. No one left is allowed to leave, and we are tightly guarding every key point of the inn. Dao, we will leave as soon as the sun breaks."
Clap clap!
At this time, applause came from the door of the inn, and Shan Yuru walked in with a smile: "As expected of the son of the sun, Galdan Khan who made us sweat profusely and give us headaches."