Looking for her husband's god horse for her protagonist

It has been three days since the two walked out of the forest.

Two ragged and unkempt people walking on the street did not attract many passers-by's attention, because in every town there are always some special occupations who have nothing to do with production and beg for food, and their image is similar to that of these beggars. People are not much different.There were even a few beggars who enthusiastically recommended places for them to do business when they saw the two of them, which made them very embarrassed.

Fortunately, such an image does not need to be held for too long.

A few hours later, Zhong Li took some silver taels from a bank in the town. The two of them washed off the dirt on their bodies and changed into clean and fresh clothes.

When he walked out from the upper room of the inn, his image changed 180 degrees. Zhong Li's handsomeness and Shao Yong's cuteness made the guests in the lobby on the first floor of the inn keep watching with amazement.

Zhong Li must be very familiar with this kind of gaze, and doesn't care about these shadowy gazes. Shao Yong is squatting at home, and he has never seen such a scene before, and he looks very uncomfortable when he follows Zhong Li.

There are at least 100 to [-] people in the lobby, nine out of ten are looking at us, and one is blind... Shao Yong thought to himself, this can be regarded as the protagonist's favor, almost [-]% return rate, It's a pity that there are no girls here to show him off.

Zhong Li randomly found an empty table and sat down. When he looked up, he saw Shao Yong still standing there in a daze: "Come and sit."

"Hmm..." Shao Yong Yalishan Dadi sat down facing the complex and difficult eyes of the people in the inn, and moved his butt awkwardly, leaning towards Zhong Li: "You, you don't feel wrong comfortable?"

"What's uncomfortable?" Zhong Li asked.

"So many people... all watching..."

Zhong Li looked around the inn lobby vigilantly, then turned to Shao Yong and said, "There are no watchers here, don't worry."

In fact, Shao Yong didn't mean that at all, he wanted to say, wouldn't it be embarrassing for so many people to look at Zhong Li... But since Zhong Li misunderstood, let him misunderstand.

Not long after the two of Zhong Li sat down, Xiao Er came over with a wink and asked, "What do you two guests want to eat?"

"What are the signature dishes here?"

"There are crystal elbows, braised elbows, steamed elbows, stewed elbows, deep-fried elbows, and salad elbows..." Xiaoer said.

Shao Yong couldn't help but said, "Why are they all elbows?"

Xiaoer wiped off his sweat: "The signature dish of this restaurant is the elbow..."

Zhong Li waved his hands and said, "Then serve a catty of crystal elbow, a piece of fish, half a stewed chicken, a plate of steamed buns, a plate of dumplings, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Xiaoer said: "What kind of stuffed dumplings do you want, guest officer?"

Zhong Li thought for a while: "Pork and cabbage stuffing."

Xiaoer said: "Guest officer, will you come to the jug of wine again?"

Zhong Li said: "The wine is free, let's have a pot of tea."

Xiaoer asked, "What kind of tea do you want, sir?"

"What kind of tea do you have?"

"There are jasmine, sweet-scented osmanthus, Longjing, Dahongpao, Languiren...but I recommend the chrysanthemum tea in our store. The chrysanthemums are all fresh."

The corner of Shao Yong's mouth twitched: "The chrysanthemums are all fresh..." It can't be blamed on him thinking wrongly, who made him a danmei writer.

Xiao Er thought that Shao Yong was interested in chrysanthemums, so he smiled and said, "Isn't that right! Freshly picked chrysanthemums in August, tea made from fresh flowers, the price is cheap, the taste is also sweet, and it's also hot!"

Zhong Li said: "Then let's have a pot of chrysanthemums and serve quickly."

"Hey!" Xiaoer smiled and went to the kitchen to order food for them.

The rest Shao Yong stared at Zhong Li: "Rich people should drink Dahongpao as plain water!"

Zhong Li glanced at him and said, "I think you need to get angry." He pointed at Shao Yong's face in a serious manner: "You blush every now and then, don't say you like me."

"Get out! How is it possible!" Shao Yong howled.

"Drinking chrysanthemums as plain water may fix this problem..." Zhong Li said leisurely.

A meal was originally the most anticipated meal after leaving the valley, but because a pot of chrysanthemum tea ruined all of Shao Yong's interest, he was too tired to love it.

I never want to hear the word chrysanthemum again.

Get on fire, get on your sister's fire!

Zhong Li looked at Shao Yong's changing expression with great interest, and when he had seen enough, he pushed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of Shao Yong: "Don't just drink tea, eat something."

"I didn't just drink tea..." Shao Yong glared at Zhong Li, his eyes were fixed on the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake with his left hand and put it in his mouth, and he didn't forget to pick up pickles with his right hand.

Sweet and salty, the taste is really weird, but Shao Yong is happy to eat it.

Zhong Li shook his head and said, "Eat slowly, if you don't have enough, then serve."

"Hmm... delicious..." Shao Yong gnawed a piece and licked his fingers: "How do you know I like this?"

"I saw it." Zhong Li slowly gave Shao Yong a clear look.

"???"

"When you went downstairs just now, you were drooling over the cakes on the table over there." Zhong Li curled his lips and said, "I'll serve you a rose cake later?"

"The labor and management are not drooling over other people's pastries!" Shao Yong frowned, then smacked his lips and said, "Rose cake... I don't know how it tastes..."

Zhong Li smiled and shook his head, thinking, this person is really easy to coax.

After the two of them finished their lunch, the sun was already in the west, and there were not many people in the lobby of the inn at this time, Xiaoer had nothing to do, so he went to gossip with Zhong Li and Shao Yong while cleaning the table.

There are people coming and going in the inn, most of them are people in the rivers and lakes, and the news is also well-informed.

The most talked about, of course, is the upcoming martial arts conference.

Shao Yong held a piece of mung bean cake, and listened to Xiao Er's gossip about the martial arts conference with relish: "...the Mingxiu Villa, where the martial arts conference was held, had a martial arts leader in the past, and this time I heard that some of Ming's disciples also participated People from the conference. I heard that the Martial Arts Conference is held every 20 years, and this session has the most young talents. But I think the most promising one is the son of the old leader Shi, who is passionate and ruthless when playing the foil. The husband-in-law candidates in the minds of many girls in the Jianghu... Alas, how wonderful it would be if the young ones were lucky enough to see Mr. Shi..."

As Shao Yong listened, he felt a little uncomfortable.The little girl's speech was full of admiration for Shi Weixiao. If this was the world he lived in, he probably would always be at the airport holding a signed plate and flowers in order to get a closer look at his idol, and he wouldn't care if someone trampled on him crazy fans.

"What's more, besides Shi Weixiao, are there no other masters?" Shao Yong decided to change the topic.

"This..." Xiaoer was still immersed in the endless admiration for Shi Weixiao and did not come out. After a long time, he picked up the spirit of gossip and continued to talk: "Of course! This little brother can Have you ever heard of Lei Feng Tang? The young master of Lei Feng Tang is good at martial arts, good at doing business, and has a reputation of being romantic..."

"Stop!" Shao Yong bit the bullet and said, "You can't talk about real martial arts masters, don't be like the dream lover of thousands of girls..."

"Oh, then I have to say Chu Lingyun, the hero Chu who became famous a few years ago... He is mysterious and unpredictable, and his swordsmanship is supernatural. No one in the Jianghu knows where he came from..."

Shao Yong felt that he was really making Zhong Li unhappy, and he didn't know if it would arouse Zhong Li's physical disgust.

He interrupted Xiao Er dumbfoundedly: "Let's not talk about them, let's talk about something else."

Xiao Er had no choice but to sigh regretfully, the fire in his eyes hadn't subsided: "What else do you want to hear, guest officer?"

"Just tell me, what sects do you live in this inn?" Shao Yong said.

Xiao Er frowned, walked closer to Shao Yong, and whispered: "Some guest officials don't let us inquire casually, but if the guest officials want to know, the younger ones can find out, but..." Xiao Er Er Chong Shao Yong blinked.

That look clearly indicated that money is the only way to do things.

But Shao Yong just pretended not to understand: "But what?"

Xiaoer smiled flatteringly: "The little one is just a waiter, after talking so much, don't you feel sorry for the little one?"

"Well, I'll reward you with a pot of chrysanthemum tea, let's continue." Shao Yong poured a cup of tea for Xiao Er himself, and put it in Xiao Er's second hand politely.

Xiao Er didn't drink it, and it didn't matter if she didn't drink it. In the end, she drank it. Qingliang Quhuo Chrysanthemum Tea is still the shop's signature.

Wiping the water stains from the corner of his mouth, Xiao Er failed to ask for the reward, but couldn't hold back his fiery heart of gossip and the spirit of respecting his post and loving his work, and whispered: "Returning to the guest officer, the upper room on the third floor here lives in the ground floor. Among the disciples of the Mountain Sect, there is an elder, tall and thin, who usually grows up too, and eats in his room."

"How many disciples did Dishan send?" Shao Yong asked.

"Probably...four or five, the upper rooms on the third floor will cost four at once, for the rich." Xiaoer said enviously.

"What about the Dishan School?"

"Also...in the third-class room in the backyard, there are two bald monks from the Mao sect." Xiao Er showed a look of disdain on his face: "The monk is very poor."

It is estimated that this Xiao Er also tried to show off so hard because he saw that they came down from the third floor.

It's not easy, Shao Yong thought.

He wanted to reward Xiaoer with a few coppers, but the point was that he still had to rely on Zhong Li for food, and the financial power was completely in Zhong Li's hands, so no matter how much he sympathized with Xiaoer, he couldn't do much.

Zhong Li listened to Xiao Er's words with a calm expression, and did not express anything when he finished speaking.

Xiao Er resentfully ran upstairs to wipe the table.

After a while, when there was no one around, Zhong Li looked at Shao Yong and said, "There are two disciples of the Spear Sect in the backyard."

"Well, they are probably also invited to participate in the martial arts conference." Shao Yong followed his words.

Zhong Li smiled, showing eight white teeth: "Just right."

Shao Yong still couldn't figure it out, he didn't understand why this man was smiling so creepily, he was about to get goosebumps: "What's just right?"

"We're still short of an invitation."