[69 Book Bar - www.] The horses are running quickly in the direction of Bianjing. Ling Feng is sitting in the bumpy carriage thinking about what to prepare next. He is now walking on a wide official road. According to the carriage now
Based on the traveling speed, we estimate that we can reach Bianjing tonight.
Once in Bianjing, the first thing to do is to go back to Liang Wentian's home. After all, Liang Wentian's father, Liang Weiqing, is a third-rank minister of the Ministry of Punishment. According to his connections in the Ministry of Punishment, it shouldn't be a big deal to save a mere female prisoner from death.
Difficult matter.
All the plans in his heart seemed to be in Ling Feng's innocent control. He smiled inexplicably, but when he thought that his identity was not Liang Wentian, and all he had was his body, he couldn't help but frown.
He thought sadly: "Am I too happy too early? After all, I am not Liang Wentian. I know very little about him, and I have no way of asking anyone about him. I only heard Fengxian say that Liang Wentian's father was a big man.
The Song Dynasty official worshiped the third-rank Minister of Punishment, and I don’t know where his home is in Bianjing City. What does his father look like? What does his mother look like? Is there anything else in his family?
Who? I have no way of knowing this."
Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but sigh. It seems that he can only let Cheng Jun lead the way. After entering the Shangshu Mansion, he can act on his own and take every step. After all, sometimes people are not as good as God. No matter how many plans he has, he will be disappointed
A small change caused the embankment of a thousand miles to be destroyed by an ant nest.
Cheng Jun continued to drive the carriage forward, while Ling Feng fell asleep in the carriage because he was too tired. After a long time, the carriage suddenly stopped. Ling Feng immediately woke up from his sleep and asked: "
Have you arrived in Bianjing yet?"
Cheng Jun cupped his hands and said, "Sir, we haven't arrived yet. If we go further, we will reach Songzhou."
Songzhou? That should refer to the modern Shangqiu generation. Ling Feng asked: "Then why did it stop suddenly? We have something urgent to go to Bianjing, and we can't delay it for even a moment."
"Sir, look at the sky, which is covered with dark clouds. Large swaths of dark clouds are coming over the area. It seems that there is going to be a heavy rain. Although this area is an official road, it is surrounded by mountains. If it rains heavily,
, will definitely cause a mudslide on the mountain, and we will not be able to escape by then."
Ling Feng jumped off the carriage. He looked up and looked at the sky above his head. It had already changed from cloudless at the beginning to dark clouds. The whole sky suddenly became gloomy. It looked like it was going to be.
Prepare for a heavy rain. Cheng Jun's words are not unreasonable. If it rains hard, it will inevitably cause mudslides. Don't be too eager for success and fail.
Ling Feng praised: "What you said is right. After all, we are human beings and there is no need to compete with the sky for time. So what do you mean, we take shelter from the rain for the time being and set off again tomorrow?"
Cheng Jun nodded and said: "Yes, sir, I have walked here before. I remember that there is an inn just ahead of Songzhou on the border. Business travelers who pass by usually stay there. Why don't we stay there for one night?"
, wait until tomorrow morning to set off again.”
"Okay, I'll do as you say!" Ling Feng got on the carriage, and Cheng Jun drove forward again. Seeing the dark clouds getting denser and denser, the whole sky was gloomy like night, Cheng Jun drove the carriage hard to fight for it.
Arrive at the inn in front of you before the heavy rain comes.
"Drive!" Finally the carriage stopped again, Ling Feng jumped out of the carriage, and he and Cheng Jun came to the door of the inn. At the same time, it happened that heavy rain poured down at this moment, and the whole
All that could be seen in the field of vision was dense wisps of rain.
Ling Feng looked at the torrential rain from under the eaves, and said happily: "It was almost, just a little bit."
Cheng Jun smiled and said: "Sir, you are lucky, that's why you didn't get caught in the rain."
Ling Feng looked up and saw that the name of this inn had only one character "ghost", and then asked: "Cheng Jun, have you been to this inn before?"
Cheng Jun shook his head and said: "I don't, but I have heard that there is an inn here in a very remote place. There is not a single house within a few miles, but there are many businessmen staying here, but how can this name be called Ghost?"
?I've never heard of it before."
Ling Feng looked at the sign with the word "ghost" and couldn't help but speculate: "This inn just uses the word "ghost". I wonder if it really has a deep meaning? Or is it deliberately scaring people?"
"Wow!" Just as he was saying this, a basin of blood-red water was suddenly poured from the second floor of the inn. Fortunately, Ling Feng hid quickly enough and was not splashed on his head. But Cheng Jun was very unfortunate.
Blood splashed all over him.
Ling Feng raised his head and saw a woman in green clothes and a gauze face flashing from the corridor on the second floor. The scene was only for a moment, and what she could see was not very clear. Besides, she couldn't see it at all through the veil.
Looking at her appearance, I only noticed that there was a faint charm with murderous intent in the woman's eyes, and then I saw her slim and graceful back disappearing from the field of vision.
"That's unreasonable! What kind of inn is this? Why do you pour water down so casually? What should you do if it hurts someone?" Before Cheng Jun finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at the foot of his feet. It wasn't water. To be more precise, it should be blood.
, because it revealed a pungent fishy smell, and said: "Sir, sir, this is not water, it seems to be blood."
"I should have known that this was not water, but blood with a strong fishy smell." Ling Feng didn't pay too much attention and still chuckled: "Let's go."
Cheng Jun was frightened by the blood that had just been splashed from the second floor of the inn, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, my lord, I'm afraid this is a black shop."
"Don't worry about it being a black shop or a white shop. Let's just go in and treat ourselves as ghosts. This is the Hall of Hell. Once we come, we'll make peace with it." Ling Feng strode in, although his heart was full of unknowns about this place.
, and still felt confused, but he was still willing to go in and give it a try.
After the two of them entered the inn, they found that the furnishings and interior of the inn were quite grand, which did not match the ghost's name at all. There were tourists or businessmen sitting around in twos and threes, and it was neither too full nor too crowded.
It's just that everyone's face makes people feel indifferent. There are so many people present and no one has a smile on their face. They must have been forced to come here by the sudden heavy rain.
There are all kinds of people among the tourists, including rich businessmen with gold belts and rich stomachs, some bearded men or knights with cold weapons such as swords and axes on the table, and also poor young men dressed as scholars. Looking at the whole place,
There is no woman, they are all men.
Ling Feng and Cheng Jun came to the counter, and the waiter asked attentively: "Do you want the two guests to stay in the hotel or to work in the hotel?"
Cheng Jun smiled and said: "Our family is big..."
Ling Feng interrupted Cheng Jun. It was not a good thing for people to know that he was an official of the dynasty in such a mixed place, because not everyone would stand on the same line as the official. More
The man hated being an official, so he said: "Give us two guest rooms, and then prepare some food."
"Okay! The two guests, please come here." The waiter called Ling Feng and Cheng Jun to the side hall at the corner, and then said: "What do the two guests want to eat?"
Ling Feng sat down, waved his hand and said calmly: "You can eat whatever you want, as long as it can fill your stomach."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter turned around and walked out. When he entered the kitchen around the corner, he seemed to wink at a smart-looking woman in a yellow shirt, with an evil smile on her lips.