"What is Uncle laughing at?" Madame Hu gave him a strange look.

"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the courage to tell her, so he changed the topic and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought with Murong Jingyue before, and when I heard him say that you seem to be from the Tomb Sect?"

"Well, sort of," Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, "When I was a child, I met my master by chance, and she lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot of things."

"Sister-in-law knows what her name is, is it Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu hurriedly asked.

Mrs. Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why the uncle knew so much about the Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my ancestral mother-in-law, and I don't know what the master's name is."

Song Qingshu's face suddenly became exciting, thinking that Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, but they didn't know how to react.

The two of them went all the way, seeing that they were going to Gusu City, seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest for one night in a small town outside the city, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.

"Boss, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's shout, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and put on a smile: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now.

Mrs. Hu frowned and shook her head: "No need, let's go to other inns."

"Madam, there is only one inn in this town, and now the gate of Gusu City is closed, and other inns are only available in neighboring towns a hundred miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Let's go find out." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he suddenly had suspicions.

"Forget it, that's it." Mrs. Hu said a little absent-mindedly.

"Little Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper grabbed Song Qingshu and whispered, "Son, please stay, I have something to tell you below."

Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared into the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "Son, the house money is ten taels of silver, thank you."

Song Qingshu's eyes glared: "You robbed the money, and it was clearly written on the back that it was a tael of silver for a room."

The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "Childe, do you really think that there is only one room in an inn as big as ours?

"Is that okay?" Song Qingshu was immediately shocked.

"Hehe," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, why do you think there are so many inns on the rivers and lakes, why are there only one room left when the lonely men and widows are staying?

Song Qingshu was so impressed that he willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person to come up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"

"What did the shopkeeper say to you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu return to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, it's just a settlement of the house payment." Song Qingshu replied casually, "Sister-in-law, you will sleep in bed later, and I will lay a floor here."

"Your meridians are damaged, and the cold on the ground is too heavy, how can you sleep on the ground?" Mrs. Hu frowned, and she was also very embarrassed in her heart, so she had a bed......

"It's okay, I'm a man anyway, and that's okay." Song Qingshu didn't want to go to bed to sleep, but he knew that it was impossible, so he had to lay out a mat and fall asleep on the ground.

Mrs. Hu stared at him for a while, turned around silently, and lay down on the bed with her clothes.

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Mrs. Hu was suddenly awakened by some sound of Suosuo, opened her eyes and looked, and saw Song Qingshu lying on the ground and huddled into a ball, trembling all over, her arms were bruised and exposed, and she was clutching the quilt.

Mrs. Hu knew that people who had been wounded by knives would have sore and painful wounds in stormy weather, not to mention Song Qingshu, who had all the meridians of his body broken, seeing that he was in pain like this, she also bit her lip stubbornly, unwilling to make a sound, and sighed in her heart: Uncle is really a righteous gentleman.

Because of the invasion of the cold on the ground, Song Qingshu was indeed very painful, but he had a trace of stubbornness in his heart

What can Mrs. Hu do if she knows? It is better to bear it silently like a man.

"Uncle, come to bed." Behind him came the soft voice of Madame Hu.

Song Qingshu looked at her in a daze: "How can this work! Sister-in-law, don't worry about me, I can stand it."

"How are you going to get there tomorrow?" Mrs. Hu pressed his vest and sent a piece of true qi over, "It's awkward, I'm not afraid of a woman, what are you afraid of? As long as we are worthy of our hearts, wouldn't it be fine?"

Although Song Qingshu is arrogant, he is not a fool, and he has said everything about this, so why shirk it.

Shivering all the way to the bed, Song Qingshu got into the bed, only to feel a fragrance coming, and it was warm, and he even forgot the pain on his body for a while.

When Mrs. Hu saw him go directly into the quilt where she had slept just now, her pretty face turned crimson, hesitated for a moment, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Uncle, you slept on my quilt."

Song Qingshu was embarrassed to find that his quilt was still on the ground, and quickly reacted, Mrs. Hu let herself sleep in bed is already the greatest gift, how can she agree to sleep in the same quilt with herself?

With a sneer, when Song Qingshu ran down and brought the quilt back, Mrs. Hu was already wrapped in the quilt and fell asleep with her back to herself, Song Qingshu slowly lay down beside her, and touched her body several times halfway, Mrs. Hu's body trembled slightly.

Unlike Zhou Zhiruo's betrayal, Mrs. Hu is as clear as glass, and she is also very good to herself, and Song Qingshu didn't dare to make more mistakes and use those obscene methods to deal with her

Smelling the faint fragrance of the hair of the beautiful woman around him, Song Qingshu's spirit slowly relaxed, and the feeling of pain gradually calmed down, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

On the second day, Song Qingshu woke up, and when he touched the side, the beauty was no longer there, so he sat up in shock, and saw Mrs. Hu looking at him with a smile.

"Morning, sister-in-law." Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.

Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, noticing his action just now, and secretly annoyed in her heart: he put his hand on himself and touched it many times last night, if he hadn't used his true qi to find out that he was just sleeping unconsciously, he would have turned his face a long time ago.

Seeing Mrs. Hu's angry eyes, Song Qingshu felt a void in his heart, and lowered his head to reminisce about the dream he had last night, in which Mrs. Hu was infinitely shy and fell under him......

Song Qingshu knew that Shenhezhuang was probably dozens of miles west of Gusu City, so he took Mrs. Hu straight to find it, but it was a pity that he didn't even ask dozens of people and didn't hear of this place.