Under Mo Qingcheng's threats and Baili Fengyun's disdainful look, Baili Mingyue gritted her teeth and instantly transformed into a cross-dressing master.
Just you wait, all of you... A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even if it takes ten days...
Mo Qingcheng chuckled, reached out her mischievous hand, and quickly pinched Baili Mingyue's dark red cheek, saying with a wicked grin, "Little cousin, you're so pretty..."
"Cough cough..." The brooding, reserved man, Baili Fengyun, tilted his head at a forty-five-degree angle, gazing into the distance. He saw nothing, heard nothing, and thought, "This guard is deaf and blind; I saw nothing..."
Baili Mingyue gritted his teeth, vowing to repay today's grudge tenfold, not a hundredfold, but a thousandfold...
At Mo Qingcheng's command, the three headed straight for the inn. Baili Fengyun walked beside his master, looking like a protector of a flower.
Bai Limingyue's white hair and sickly beauty could only be the work of Mo Qingcheng.
Mo Qingcheng tentatively tried to communicate with the innkeeper in the Miao language, requesting two superior rooms and a table of signature dishes.
The innkeeper glanced at Mo Qingcheng with surprise, nodded, and personally led them to the second floor. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, there was a room between the two rooms, causing Mo Qingcheng to frown slightly.
The innkeeper explained that only these two superior rooms were left in the inn...
What else can we do?
When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.
Baili Mingyue was fluent in the languages of the Three Kingdoms, but she didn't understand Miao language at all. She was immediately dumbfounded. Could it be that Lady Mo...
How is that possible?
A glint of experience flashed in Baili Fengyun's eyes, and he became even more determined. After returning, he bid farewell to his master and sold himself to Lady Mo...
Baili Mingyue was unaware that her own bodyguards had betrayed her, and her sickly beauty only made her more pitiful.
The shopkeeper's surname was Miao. He was over fifty years old, tall and slender, and didn't seem like a local. He gave the impression of being somewhat scholarly.
He shook his head, went downstairs, and started preparing the signature dishes, asking the waiter to bring hot water and food, but we'll leave that aside for now.
Meanwhile, Mo Qingcheng watched with great interest as Baili Mingyue and her servant entered the room next door, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.
Miao Jiujiang, the owner of the Heartless Inn, is probably an interesting person...
After washing up and shaking off her fatigue, Mo Qingcheng asked the waiter to deliver the food directly to Baili Mingyue's room.
Baili Mingyue gritted her teeth as she glared at the young woman who was itching to bite her. She swaggered in, leaned against the doorframe, and whistled. Any remaining goodwill she had for her vanished completely.
"Can't you be a little more feminine?" Baili Mingyue blurted out in a fit of rage, but then opened her mouth, looking utterly embarrassed.
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "Am I a man? Hmm, then I'd be a dashing, debonair, and charming young man..."
"puff!"
"Cough cough..."
The two grown men couldn't help but laugh; one nearly choked to death, and the other nearly choked on his own saliva. The instigator, Mo Qingcheng, lazily snapped her fingers: "Nothing is more important than eating..."
Baili Mingyue and Baili Fengyun: "..."
I'm speechless. They don't understand the world of foodies. All they know is that foodies can not only eat a lot, but also know how to annoy people in various ways. They're already full of annoyance, so what's the point of eating?
Mo Qingcheng's repeated use of "little cousin" successfully angered Baili Mingyue.
Half an hour later, Mo Qingcheng, slightly tipsy, stood unsteadily at the door of Baili Mingyue's room, waving her hand: "Little cousin, remember to lock the door tonight..."
Manager Miao, who was about to go upstairs: "..."
Is it too late to go downstairs now?
"Manager Miao, could you please have someone bring me a bowl of hangover soup? Thank you..." Mo Qingcheng shook her head and chuckled.
Shopkeeper Miao was inexplicably embarrassed. "Miss, is it too late for this old man to run away now?"
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