Volume 1: The Rising Storm in the Western Regions Chapter 109: Rare Leisure
Zhao Rang got up and went up to the second floor. There was only one room upstairs, and the bathroom was in the bedroom. The girl from the Western Region opened the door of the bathroom, and the steam was steaming inside.
He took off his blouse and threw it on the bed, took the black lacquered gold box from the girl's hand, and said to her:
"Okay, go ahead!"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then bowed to Zhao Rang and stepped away.
Zhao Rang didn't need anything in the box. As long as the water was hot enough, he felt very comfortable.
He took off his naked body three times, and then jumped into the bathtub, and the water inside filled out with a "splash".
Putting a towel behind his head, Zhao Rang lay flat in it, looking at the bathroom mirror with dull eyes, and let out a long breath.
The hot water relaxed his whole body, not only physically but also mentally.
It wasn't until the water temperature dropped a little that Zhao Rang reluctantly got out of the tub.
He felt that his body suddenly became very heavy, but the fatigue had indeed disappeared a lot. After roughly wiping it with a towel, Zhao Rang walked out of the bathroom and prepared to change into clean and fresh clothes.
Zhao Rang's luggage was placed on the bedside cabinet, but there was a set of new clothes neatly stacked on the bed. They were in the style of the Western Regions and were made of fine workmanship. Next to them was a pair of top-grain calfskin short boots.
Just after he came out of the hot water, Zhao Rang's mind was spinning a little slowly.
After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that this should have been prepared by the "Qingshanke" Inn. After all, when I checked in to the room, the waiter said that the room fee included daily food and drink expenses, so the new clothes were naturally reasonable.
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After thinking about it, Zhao Rang decided to wear the new Western-style clothes prepared by the inn.
Now that we have gone deep into the Western Regions, if we still dress like a powerful person from beginning to end, we will attract attention wherever we go. As the saying goes, do as the Romans do, anyway, I will go to the busiest market in Shanye Country later and change into Western Region-style clothes.
, more suitable for the occasion.
I have to say that the service provided by "Qingshanke" is quite good!
When worn on the body, the clothes are cut to a very decent size, as if they were tailor-made. Such craftsmanship can only be achieved by a few tailor-made shops that have been passed down for several generations in the northern territory of Dawei.
Finally, Zhao Rang put on the short boots and stomped on the ground a few times. The soles of the boots were very soft and he walked very well without the awkwardness of new shoes.
Looking at the blouse thrown on the bed, it was dirty. Zhao Rang immediately felt disgusted... The clothes were not as good as new. This was indeed true.
It's just that if he doesn't wear a smock, his new black steel sword will have nowhere to put it. The sword Shang Shiyi gave him still has no scabbard, but it is too attractive if it is just hanging on the waist.
Pay attention, no matter who sees him, they will probably not be able to help but stare at the unsheathed knife on his waist.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Rang decided to wear this blouse.
After wetting the towel, he wiped off the obvious mud stains on his smock, then wrapped the black steel knife with it and put it on his forearm.
The guide said that everything is sold in the underworld, so it shouldn't be difficult to put a scabbard on this knife.
Coming down from upstairs, I saw the girl from the Western Region standing in the middle of the main hall.
Zhao Rang asked her to leave before, but she didn't leave. I didn't know if it was the rule here, so Zhao Rang didn't ask any more questions.
The girl saw that he had come down neatly dressed, and picked up a fruit plate on the table with both hands.
"Is this a fruit from the Western Regions?"
Zhao Rang asked.
Because there is less rain and longer days in the Western Region, the fruits produced in the Western Region are much sweeter than those in Dawei.
Picking up a piece of watermelon, Zhao Rang ate it in two bites. The refreshing sweetness flowed straight down and immediately relieved his slightly dry throat after taking a bath just now.
"Yes, the watermelon you eat comes from the owner's orchard!"
Zhao Rang ate three pieces in a row and felt his stomach was slightly bloated. Then he stopped, raised his head and asked:
"Does your master still have an orchard?"
The girl from the Western Region replied very proudly:
"The owner has many properties, including inns, wine shops, restaurants, orchards, and the most famous one is the racecourse!"
Zhao Rang nodded and said:
"Well, Sunset Racecourse is also extremely famous in Dawei! The horses produced are of extremely high quality!"
Hearing Zhao Rang praise her master's property, the girl from the Western Region became even closer to Zhao Rang.
He wanted to eat another piece of watermelon, but Zhao Rang was afraid that he would eat too much. If he saw something delicious and delicious on the dark street, there would be no room in his stomach for it. He could only swallow and endure it.
Without even looking at the fruit plate, he walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard Ximen shouting in a loud voice:
"This watermelon is so fucking amazing! I've never tasted anything so sweet!"
Zhao Rang walked to the courtyard where he was and saw a thick pile of melon rinds already placed in front of him on the table.
"Eat less! Otherwise, where will you pack the other delicious food later?"
Ximen Dazhuang swallowed a piece in one gulp, ignoring the watermelon seeds stuck to his face, patted his belly with a smile and said:
"Brother Rang, mine is bigger than yours! Even if you eat a whole watermelon, there is still room to hold three kilograms of wine!"
Zhao Rang was very disdainful of these words, but he could not deny that what Ximen Dazhuang said was true.
If he had such a strong body, he would have eaten all the watermelon in the fruit plate just now.
"Any more? Bring some more!"
What Zhao Rang failed to do, his good brother Ximen Dazhuang did it for him. The fruit plate was bottomed out and there was nothing left. He hadn't eaten enough yet, so he asked the girl from the Western Regions who was accompanying him to cut another plate.
Here comes the watermelon.
"No need to take it anymore, just eat mine!"
Yuan Mingkong strode over with his entourage, and the fruit plate in the girl's hand didn't even move.
Zhao Rang asked in surprise:
"Why don't you eat?"
Yuan Mingkong looked troubled, shook his head and said:
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't have the luck!"
Then he sighed again, looked at the cloudless sky, and continued:
"I've had this problem since I was a child. Whenever I eat fruit, even if it's just one bite, it starts in my mouth, and then it feels like ten thousand bugs are biting me all over my body. It's extremely itchy!"
Zhao Rang was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard about such a special problem!
"Then what?"
Yuan Mingkong spread his hands and said:
"Then I feel uncomfortable! No matter how I rinse my mouth, it doesn't work. I can only wait for this wave of stress to pass by itself."
Different from Zhao Rang's surprise, Ximen Dazhuang had already reached out to take Yuan Mingkong's fruit plate and started eating.
When the fruit plate bottomed out again, Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also packed up.
Without exception, they all wore new Western-style clothes provided by "Qingshan Ke". Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also brought a full set of jewelry. At first glance, they were no different from the Western girls accompanying them.
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"Haha, it turns out everyone is wearing them."
"Brother Rang, why do you still wear a blouse?"
Zhao Rang took off the blouse on his forearm, revealing an inch of sharpness inside, and replied:
"Because you asked me to carry a knife!"
In the Qingshan Guest Hall, the guide has been here for a while.
"My lords, I was worried about the long journey, so I hired a carriage on my own initiative. If I didn't use it, I would send it away."
It was afternoon, Zhao Rang looked at the sun outside, it was very bright.
For Wu Xiu, walking is not a fear. But the two girls, Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin, might be afraid of the sun. So Zhao Rang did not answer immediately, but turned his attention to Ye Sanniang.
"It doesn't matter whether you leave or not, Kexin and I are going to take a carriage anyway!"
Zhao Rang said jokingly:
"Is it possible that the Grand Master is also afraid of the sun?"
Ye Sanniang replied seriously:
"I'm not afraid of the sun, I'm afraid of aging! You rough men... don't know that the sun is so strong. If your face is exposed to the sun, you will age several years immediately!"
Zhao Rang curled his lips in disapproval.
On the contrary, he feels that men have experienced more vicissitudes of life and are more energetic!
When they were about to suggest that the three of them walk over, they discovered that Ximen Dazhuang and Yuan Mingkong had already gotten on the carriage before Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin!
The roads in the King's City were fairly smooth on a single night, and the dust here was much smaller than in Lan Mo Country. The carriages were running fast and had no impact on the vendors, pedestrians and shops on the streets.
Walking along the straight road to the end, the coachman shouted, tightened the reins, and the pulling horse turned around and dived into a narrow alley.
Zhao Rang subconsciously tensed up, his right hand already reaching into his blouse and holding the handle of the knife.
Fortunately, the alley was very short and the carriage was very fast. After a while, it suddenly became clear again.
The coachman shouted again, and the horse stopped obediently. The guide opened the door and said:
"Gentlemen, we are here!"
Looking in the direction pointed by the guide, there was nothing special about the intersection of this street. Zhao Rang looked at the ground specifically and found that the color was indeed much darker than the streets he had just walked on.
"Is this the dark street?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked.
He thought it was a bit unremarkable, not even as lively as Chagan Tologai!
The guide explained:
"Master, don't worry, the bustle of the black street only lasts for more than an hour when the sun sets!"
Ximen Dazhuang was noncommittal, but Zhao Rang had already seen the difference in this street.
The buildings are layered on top of each other, but very irregular. But if you put yourself in these buildings, you will find that the positions of their windows are very particular.
Walking in from the street entrance, all the windows on the dark street are staring at each other, with no blind spots between them.
That is to say, as long as you stand upstairs, no matter what happens below, you will be seen clearly from the side, and then they will be relayed in turn until the end.
This kind of planning is definitely not accidental, but deliberate.
From the moment the carriage they were riding in stopped, Zhao Rang saw figures flashing behind at least three windows. This meant that anyone who stepped into this street had already been registered. Want to be silent?
Interest is something that is absolutely impossible to achieve.
However, Zhao Rang thought about it again and realized that he came to the black street just to eat, drink, have fun and watch the excitement. He did not cause trouble or make any noise, but instead gave them money. It didn't matter whether he registered or not.