Xiao Nanhui's gaze was fixed on the man for only a moment, and he noticed it. When a sharp gaze came over, she subconsciously looked away, and this move moved to the person behind the square-faced man.
He was a young man with no expression on his face, but he had a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Whether due to illness or for some other reason, he always had a slightly hunched body. The smoky-colored gown he wore, which seemed to be stained with a light red, only made his face look white, which blurred his gender.
The delicacy and fragility that emanated from her bones reminded her of the day in Master Xuanyuan's back garden, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
The young man in white at the next table obviously noticed the two people. He subconsciously touched his face, and white perfumed powder fell on the table. He quickly waved his sleeves to get rid of it, and felt a little resentful in his heart. He even lost the mood to flirt with the beautiful girl next to him.
The man in green walked straight towards the shopkeeper. Seeing the man's extraordinary aura, the shopkeeper did not blame him for entering without invitation. He raised one eye and said, "I'm sorry, young man, our shop is full. You will have to find a table over there for your meal. If you want to stay overnight, you will have to find another place."
A subtle air of complacency suddenly permeated the inn. Even the most disadvantaged person, squatting in the corner, felt a sense of superiority. The young man in white couldn't hide his smile. He refilled his glass of wine in a cheerful mood, humming, "Why complain about delay? There has always been a first and a last."
The man in green seemed completely oblivious. He simply pulled something out of his sleeve and placed it on the greasy countertop. "The shopkeeper is old and forgetful. Do you need me to knock on some things?"
Countless pairs of curious eyes in the inn stole a glance at the thing on the counter, trying to guess what it was. Xiao Nanhui also took a look and it seemed to be just a piece of paper with a red seal on it.
However, the shopkeeper, who never looked anyone in the eye, looked as if he had seen his ancestor when he saw the note. He even stuttered, "It turns out to be Mr. Zhong. It's been years since I last saw you. Why didn't you tell me in advance..."
Mr. Zhong? No way.
Her ears moved, and she suddenly felt that the crude tea in this store was particularly bitter.
"The silver shopkeeper has already accepted it. I wonder what else he needs to know?"
The shopkeeper laughed dryly and said, "Well... our restaurant is humble, so we should prepare some fine wine and delicious food to welcome you."
The man in green took the note and said briefly, "No need. Please lead the way, shopkeeper. My son is not feeling well and wants to rest early."
The shopkeeper glanced at the person behind the man in blue, was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly took the key to the guest room and walked to the second floor.
Xiao Nanhui's eyes were glued to the copper key with the brand "Tian". Seeing that the damn shopkeeper didn't even look at him, the flames in his heart shot up to the sky.
Fifty taels of silver.
That was half a year's salary for her small team.
She stared at the empty bowl of noodles in front of her, feeling the air around her was stuffy, and even the woman's laughter was particularly harsh. The chopsticks in her hand broke with a sound. She slammed the table and stood up, chasing after the three people who went upstairs. Seeing this, the Shrike behind her hurriedly picked up the bags scattered on the ground.
"Wait!"
The three people in front of the guest room turned around at the same time, and saw a tall, handsome young man with tied hair standing at the stairs, with a look of anger on his face that was difficult to conceal.
The man in green raised his eyebrows when he saw this, while the young man in long gown still looked as if it was none of his business. The shopkeeper could only cough lightly and pretend to be stupid: "What's the matter?"
Xiao Nanhui strode up to the three men, panting heavily. He took a deep breath and bowed. "Excuse me, all three of you. I've just paid for this room, and the shopkeeper was quite forthcoming when he took the money. Are you trying to kick me out and let me sleep in the stable now?"
The shopkeeper deliberately ignored Xiao Nanhui's dagger-like gaze and said vaguely, "Young Master, you don't know that this Young Master Zhong had already booked this room six months in advance. Although I charged you for one night's room, I didn't tell you it was for tonight."
She was furious: "I'm staying here tonight, do I have to wait eight hundred years before I can stay here again?!"
The shopkeeper grinned, "Sir, you're joking. It's hard to say whether our shop will still be around in eight hundred years. You will definitely be gone."
This was her first encounter with such a shameless person, and she calmed down despite her fury. She thought, though she was young, she had fought on the battlefield, slain countless enemies, and had a record of military merit. How could she fall into the hands of a shady shop owner? If all else failed, she could just resort to force. She thought to herself, her eyes unconsciously sizing up the other three, especially the man in blue, calculating her chances of victory.
At this moment, Shrike also caught up with his bag. Seeing Xiao Nanhui's posture, he knew that he had suffered a loss. He sneered at the shopkeeper and said, "Brother, the cloth bag on your waist looks thick. I wonder how many treasures are hidden in it. If someone with bad intentions sets his sights on it, what will we do in such a remote place like here?"
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Shrike said this, the young man in the long gown, who had been expressionless, seemed to raise his eyebrows slightly.
The shopkeeper felt threatened and was obviously ready to back off: "I'm just a businessman, please don't embarrass me, gentlemen."
Shrike was well versed in the art of bargaining and took the opportunity to say, "Doesn't your top-tier room have a partition? How about we each take half of it with these two young masters?"
The shopkeeper subconsciously retorted: "How can this be done? Although it is a partition, it is also..."
"No problem."
The man in the long gown who had been silent before suddenly spoke, and Xiao Nanhui was stunned.
The voice instantly brought her back to the day in the main hall of Yongye Temple.
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