The post station is a place for people who deliver government documents and military intelligence, or for officials to board and exchange horses on the way. Wangjing Post is the first post station west of Kangdu and the closest one to Kangdu. Its building scale and facilities
The conditions are also top-notch among Dakang Inn.
However, no matter what the conditions of the post station facilities are, the accommodation rooms are also hierarchical. Hu Xiaotian, a low-ranking official of the lower level of the ninth grade, can only enjoy the same treatment as an ordinary postman. After presenting the documents and official seal, the post office will provide them with
I got two rooms, a single room and a large room. The single room can sleep two people. The room is also small and pitiful. Except for the two beds, there is no space for sleeping. In the large room, there is a walk-through bunk against the wall, which can sleep
six people.
Hu Xiaotian originally thought that the private room was for him, but Murong Feiyan was a woman, and even if he was willing to sleep in the same room, they would not agree. After asking Yi Cheng, he found out that the private room was for Murong Feiyan, and he had been given a common bunk.
.This guy couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He slept with these four servants. Is there any mistake? I am a ninth-grade official after all.
However, Hu Xiaotian didn't get angry. After all, the Yi Cheng's rank was higher than his, and he still rarely caused trouble when he was away from home. The guy smiled and said: "We have a female family member among us, can you give me an extra room, otherwise it will be inconvenient.
"
Yi Cheng's attitude was very bad. He obviously didn't take the ninth-grade official in front of him seriously, and said coldly: "I've taken good care of you by not letting the six of you sleep in the same bunk. Who do you think you are? A ninth-grade official.
You actually need a separate room?”
Hu Xiaotian cursed in his heart, "You are like a dog looking down on others. I will remember you. One day you fall into my hands and I will never let you go." Murong Feiyan said: "Forget it, that's it! I'll go back to the room first.
Got it!" She took down her luggage, left the horse to Hoover to take care of, and turned to go to her room.
Hu Xiaotian held back his anger and said to the Yi Cheng: "Sir, what do you think, if we don't do this, we can add some money and give us another room?"
"Is it full? No, you can't live there anymore!" Yi Cheng said and turned around to leave.
Hu Xiaotian is so angry, but there is no need to fall out with others over this matter. This is how public institutions look at people, and this is true in any era. Don't look at these petty officials, the more petty they are, the more snobbish they are, and the more realistic they are.
Once a person is accustomed to fine clothes and fine food, he will become uncomfortable when he suddenly changes to another environment. Hu Xiaotian tossed and turned while lying on the hard Datong bunk. The Datong bunk where five people slept and six people was originally quite spacious, plus several servants were deliberately
Leave space for him and let him sleep as peacefully as possible. But when you are awake, you know that once you fall asleep, your behavior is not under your conscious control.
First, Liang Dazhuang snored, and then Hoover, Li Jinhao and Shao Yijiao were both snoring louder than the other. This one just stopped for a while, and the other one started snoring again, and several people were sleeping.
Being dishonest, it didn't take long for Liang Dazhuang to move into Hu Xiaotian's territory.
Hu Xiaotian was so depressed that he covered his ears with his hands, which finally blocked some of the snoring. But some people started grinding their teeth again, and the feet of several guys were not so smelly. Hu Xiaotian couldn't bear it anymore, and he sat down.
He got up and was about to get out of bed when one of Liang Dazhuang's big fat legs pressed down on him. He was still mumbling: "I'll fuck you, uncle, I'll fuck... um...
"
Hu Xiaotian thought to himself, "Isn't this guy scolding me?"
"Hu Xiaotian...I'll fuck your uncle..."
After the roll call, Hu Xiaotian looked at this guy helplessly. He must have fallen asleep. How much this guy must hate himself! He even cursed himself in his dreams. According to the way he handled things in the past, Hu Xiaotian should grab this guy.
He put his ears on his face and punched him hard until his face blossomed and his teeth were all over the floor. But Hu Xiaotian didn't do this. He wasn't that small, and so was I after all.
The court official, who was not as smart as a servant, gently moved the guy's big fat legs away, then tiptoed off the bed, opened the door, and walked into the courtyard.
The bright moon is in the sky, the moonlight is thick, and the clear light like frost and snow envelopes the inn. Hu Xiaotian is wearing a robe and standing in the melting moonlight. He feels that his mood is much more peaceful. No one's life can be smooth sailing. The truth is simple
As for simplicity, it is not so easy for people to live simply and plainly in this world. He looked at the room next door, the light was still not out, Murong Feiyan should not have slept yet, but he didn't know that this girl was sleeping at this time.
What are you doing? Hu Xiaotian couldn't help but have the idea of exploring the boudoir, but it was not good to disturb others at this time. So he sat down on the bluestone steps. The late spring night was still a bit cool. He wrapped his clothes tightly and listened.
Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, the door shaft creaked, and the orange light in the room was projected from the gap in the door to the outside, blending with the white moonlight.
Murong Feiyan walked out slowly in a dark blue robe. She had just washed her hair. Her long black hair was spread over her shoulders. Her skin was as white as jade, showing a translucent texture under the moonlight. She had a pair of heroic eyebrows.
The striking, clear eyes are deep and bright under the moonlight. He stood on the stone steps and looked down at Hu Xiaotian. Although there was no contempt in his eyes at this time, Hu Xiaotian still had the illusion of being looked down upon. Others looked down at him.
You, because of the position you are in, you sit on the ground and can only look up at others.
Fortunately, Murong Feiyan did not intend to maintain this posture for a long time. She lifted her robe a little and sat down next to Hu Xiaotian. Murong Feiyan was the kind of generous and open-minded girl. She rarely cared about the so-called lady image and was simple and natural.
, but active and healthy, she also lacks the shyness of most women. For example, she can wear men's clothes and swagger through the market, and she can fight fiercely with men, and she never cares about her sitting posture, when sitting on the Taishi chair.
, used to spread her legs widely. But now she is sitting on the stone steps, and unlike most girls, she hugs her knees with her arms, creating a weak posture that I find particularly pitiful.
Her beautiful legs were stretched out straight, then crossed together, with her hands leaning back on the stone steps, she raised her head and looked at the starry night sky: "Why didn't you go to sleep?"
Hu Xiaotian gave an answer that was completely inconsistent with this guy’s temperament: “Appreciate the moon!”
Although Murong Feiyan knew that he was somewhat educated, she never believed that he would have the pleasure of admiring the moon. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Can't you sleep?"
"how do you know?"
Hu Xiaotian glanced at her, and then looked like he suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand, you are spying on me!"
"Who is spying on you? Look at your morality!"
Hu Xiaotian said: "How do I know I can't sleep without peeping?"
Murong Feiyan said: "My room is next door to yours. Your snoring over there is loud and overwhelming. I can hear it clearly."
Hu Xiaotian said: "That's it! It turned out to be eavesdropping, so if it's convenient for you at night, wouldn't you be able to hear it..."
Murong Feiyan's pretty face immediately turned as cold as ice. Although the relationship between them had improved, it was still not to the point where they could make such a joke unscrupulously. Murong Feiyan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were stern, and he said coldly
: "Believe it or not, I cut out your tongue?"
Hu Xiaotian said with a playful smile: "Just kidding, what's wrong with you? You have no sense of humor at all."
"What?" Murong Feiyan really didn't understand what humor was. The word was originally imported.
Hu Xiaotian sighed and said: "It means you can't take jokes and you lack interest!"
Murong Feiyan said: "You are really too mean to treat vulgarity as fun!"
"How do you talk? I am also your boss after all, right? The relationship between us from now on will be a cooperative relationship and a relationship between a leader and a subordinate. Don't you deny this?"
Murong Feiyan blinked her eyes, wondering what bad idea this guy was planning, but what Hu Xiaotian said was indeed the truth. She nodded and said, "So what?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled and said: "We can do whatever we want in private, but in front of others, you have to give me, your boss, a little respect."
Murong Feiyan laughed, and Hu Xiaotian also laughed, both of them laughing very hypocritically.
Murong Feiyan's smile suddenly faded: "Do you think there is anything in you that I respect?"
Hu Xiaotian nodded without hesitation: "Yes, but you didn't notice it!" When this guy said this, he couldn't help but become evil again.
