Three days later, the group arrived at the bottom of the Black Forest Mountain, a place called Zhencheng.
Wanyan Mufan walked into the only inn within a hundred miles, had some food, and after taking a bath, Wanyan Mufan fell down and went to sleep. She had not slept well after the bumpy ride on the carriage, and it was noon when she arrived in Zhencheng.
I woke up at night and stared at the dark night outside, only to realize that I was jet lagged. It took me ten minutes to wake up from the daze of waking up, and then I called out: "Bai Luan."
Bai Luan walked in carrying a basin: "Young master, it's time for you to be ugly."
"It's so late, is there anything to eat at the inn?"
Wanyan Mufan muttered while cleaning his face, his face showing the confusion when he first woke up. Bai Luan looked at the sky speechlessly, the young master always acted so confidently when he overslept.
"Yes, there has been a lot of traffic on this road recently, and the inns have become open all night. But I'd better not go down there. I'll tell the waiter to eat in the room later."
"Well?"
Wanyan Mufan raised his face from the towel and raised his eyebrows in question.
"I don't know why, so many warriors came one after another at night, and the inn in Zhencheng was suddenly full. Many people stayed in the corner for the night. Now the downstairs is full of people.
It’s a samurai carrying a sword, and the atmosphere..." Bai Luan thought for a while, and described it this way: "It's tense."
Wanyan Mufan was stunned, so strange?
If they were all going to the Black Forest, it would be understandable that the Zhencheng Inn would be full. But there are clearly vacancies at noon, but at night the demand exceeds the supply to the point where they have to lay down the floor? Unless there is some reason for the tenants staying here to check out at noon
After booking a room, I had no choice but to come back at night...
"It's strange enough. Mr. Shangguan woke up at night and was going downstairs to have a meal. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he fled back to his room like a scared rabbit."
Wanyan Mufan paused and asked, "He hasn't left yet?"
How long will this person follow me?
"Young master, he looks very... weak." Bai Luan thought for a while and found a suitable word. Along the way, the man was very clingy to the young master, but seemed to be very afraid of himself. As a result, when he got off the carriage,
, the young master shouted out to chase people away. He didn’t know what happened to the man, but his eyes were red. This made the young master struggle for a long time. A man actually cried?
Bai Luan looked at Yan Mufan speechlessly. The young master must have forgotten that when he was bullied by the prince before, the young master cried.
Now, I actually disliked that young man.
Wanyan Mufan threw down his hijab in annoyance, "I have nothing to do anyway, let's go take a look."
Standing on the corridor on the second floor, she finally felt the same way as Bai Luan's description, and she was on tenterhooks. She leaned on the corridor railing and looked out. The hall downstairs was brightly lit, and the tables and chairs were almost full. Looking at it like this, her head was filled with black seeds.
There are still many people left leaning against the wall to meditate and rest. However, with so many people, there is not a single sound. Whether they are eating or spending the night, they all have their hands on their swords and stare at the surroundings vigilantly, as if something is wrong.
He would draw his sword and jump up to fight to the death.
The waiter was walking cautiously in the hall, when suddenly the bowl and plate hit the table with a shuddering sound.
With the sound, all the hands holding the sword hilt tightened.
Especially the two men in front of the waiter, one with a mustache, sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, the other with a scarred face, and a fierce look. The scarred face even drew out his sword, and stood up suddenly as if facing a formidable enemy. The bright sword light was reflected in the lobby.
, the waiter knelt down with a bang, and kowtowed profusely with sweat on his forehead: "Master, please forgive me, Master, please forgive me..."