Chapter 160: Walking Alone
Qing Huan hurried slowly, and finally arrived at Meicheng in the southeast of Zhenguo before twilight fell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć When Info was separated from Tianzhixue, he kindly gave her a small bag of gold baht as a coil.
One gold baht is equal to one hundred silver bills, and one silver pound is equal to one hundred copper squares. As a common coin of the four countries of the Central Plains, it is also very popular in the Heavenly Domain, the Western Wilderness and other places. In today's world, three taels of silver can eat half of the recipes in ordinary restaurants. Qing Huan listened to Xiaoliu say that on the way to pocket money, the snow of the sky has never treated them harshly.
If only Gongziqing could do it with gold baht. Qing Huan thought a little depressed, and decided to find a home inn to rest for a night, and then go to Jiangzhu City tomorrow.
At night, there was nothing to do, so Qing Huan went for a walk by the wild goose lake alone. The wind blows through the treetops, and the branches are full of heavy green plum fruits. Her heart naturally thought of Yun Xiaolai.
The last time I came to Meicheng, I came with Yun Xiao, she sat with him by the wild goose lake and ate wontons, of course, she ate it, and he watched. Later, Yun Xiao drank a few sips of the pot of green plum wine, but at that time, he was still cold to her, although he was not enthusiastic now, but compared to the beginning, it was not much better.
I am used to the excitement around me, and I can't help but feel lonely at this time. Qing Huan looked at the lights on the other side of the lake, and felt that all the hustle and bustle in front of him seemed to be unable to enter his heart. Occasionally, a few children ran after him reciting nursery rhymes, and Qing Huan looked at them, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Then she sat down on the white sand bank and stared at the lights in the lake.
The memories of the only two years she had, one by one, one scene after another, flowed through her heart like flowing water. Some people are like a hundred rivers rushing to the sea, and there is no return. Some people, like pebbles, settle forever in the softest place of her heart, and then be washed and polished by running water to be warm and shiny. As soon as I thought about it, my heart was filled with a burst of warmth, and then filled with a faint sense of longing.
"Yo, it's really a beauty."
A greasy-haired head walked around and looked at her carefully.
Another person behind him said: "Little sister, sitting here alone, isn't it lonely?" ā
It turned out that two gentlemen who used to bully men and women passed by with a large group of servants, and when they saw a girl sitting alone by the lake with a clear back, they had a longing in their hearts.
Qing Huan was full of disgust, and his thoughts were interrupted. glanced sideways, not bothering to pay attention to it. When I think of Gongyi cultivation, I feel that the gap between this person and the world is so big?
When the two men saw that she ignored them, they gathered around them even more. Qing Huan felt disgusted, turned sideways to avoid it, got up and left. Naturally, the way was blocked with bad intentions.
"Don't go, talk to my brother and chat."
"That's it, my brothers are very gentle......"
The foul language didn't get into her ears, Qing Huan was just thinking, if she didn't use magic and beat them up like this, then the Three Gods Celestial Division shouldn't come to trouble her, right?
When one of them saw her standing still, he thought that she was frightened, or that he was so handsome, that his heart was shaken, and he came up with a smile and wanted to hug her.
Qing Huan was about to punch his mother so much that he didn't know him, but he heard a loud shout on the side of the road, which surprised everyone-
"Damn it, so many people, bullying a half-sized girl on the street! It's shameless! ā
The words were righteous and powerful, and everyone looked at the man who spoke.
However, it was a silver-haired old woman who spoke, obviously unable to control the scene.
But this old woman, Qing Huan is not the first time to see her. It was the last time she and Yun Xiao came, the one who sold wontons, and later gave her green plum wine, which is really a coincidence. Qing Huan didn't know if she was denying herself.
"Dead old woman, I'm impatient, don't you, do you know who our son-in-law is?"
A group of wicked servants scolded and curried, rolled up their sleeves and ran away at the mother-in-law.
Originally, there was still the possibility of running away, but this time it was impossible to do nothing. The two sons and the servants felt a gust of wind passing in front of them, and Qinghuan's long sword was not unsheathed, blocking in front of the mother-in-law, and knocked the two evil servants who were the first to do it left and right, and both of them screamed and jumped to their feet.
"Good guy, I also met a little girl who knows kung fu." One person scolded, and everyone rushed up. A son-in-law was busy instructing in the back, "Don't hurt that little one!" ā
But in just a few moments, a gang of evil slaves fell to the ground.
Qing Huan clapped his hands, and finally understood what "the superiority of immortal cultivators" was. Just kidding, she is a person who is used to being beaten by Yun Xiao, can she still be afraid of this rabble?!
The two sons and brothers ran away with a group of house slaves who were screaming and screaming, and naturally left behind the cruel words before leaving.
Qing Huan didn't listen, and smiled at the mother-in-law: "Thank you, mother-in-law." ā
The mother-in-law said, "Little girl, I didn't expect you to be so powerful." It's the old woman, I'm fooling around. ā
Qing Huan smiled sweetly, and then said worriedly: "Mother-in-law, those bad guys, will they come to trouble you in the future?" ā
"Rest assured." The old woman smiled and waved her hand, "An old woman like me, there are not a thousand in Meicheng, but there are also eight hundred, and this place is dark and blind, they can't remember me." ā
Qing Huan groaned and did not speak.
"It's you, little girl." The old woman said, "Although you know kung fu, after all, you are just a little girl who knows kung fu, and the other party is powerful." How dangerous it is to be alone outside at such a late hour, what about the young man who was with you last time? ā
Qing Huan smiled: "You still remember us." ā
"Of course." The old woman smiled, "Two such beautiful people standing together, of course I remember the old woman." Where's that boy? ā
Qing Huan said casually: "He's at home." ā
"At home?" The old woman obviously misunderstood what she meant and asked, "Are you already married?" ā
"Huh?" Qing Huan was stunned, oh my God, get married?! That's how far away she is. Qing Huan hurriedly waved his hand to explain, "No, no, he is in his house, and we are not from the same family." ā
It should be a home, right? But Qing Huan herself still doesn't know what to do, how to explain it to others, not to mention that it's not necessary, it's just that her face has turned red.
The old woman looked at her shyness, but showed a clear smile that seemed to be from the past.
Qing Huan thought about it inappropriately, and wanted to give her a few gold baht to let her go out to avoid the limelight, so as not to be found by those two sons and brothers. The old woman naturally refused to ask for anything, and persuaded her that she was fine. Qing Huan had no choice but to give up.
Probably tired from flying this day, Qing Huan returned to the inn, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep. But she slept so deeply that she even dreamed. It was probably said by the old woman's two sentences. In the dream, she wore a red wedding dress, which turned out to be the scene when she got married. She wanted to see who her groom was, but the red hijab on her head obscured her vision, and she couldn't see the face of the new groom.
Qing Huan was in a hurry, and when he was in a hurry, he woke up, and the sky was already bright.
Qing Huan sat on the bed, really embarrassed and funny. If she is killed, she will not confide half a word about this dream to others. (To be continued.) )