Yingluo and his entourage went up to the second floor with the little maid, and the little maid led them to the door of the cloister room and said, "We have five upper rooms here, and there are three remaining rooms, which happen to be the No. 3, No. 4 and No. 5 rooms of Tianzi." The guest officer is please, if there is something to tell the small one, the small one will go down first. ”

After the little servant left, Yingluo instructed: "Repair overnight today, and continue to hurry tomorrow, you go first." ”

The two coachmen said yes and entered room No. 4 and room No. 5 respectively, while Yingluo and Zichai entered room No. 3 together.

After Zichai pushed open the door, the two of them saw the situation in the house, the furnishings in the house were not old, and what they saw at a glance was a small table of eight immortals, and a few chairs, painted dark red, and a set of celadon tea sets on the table. There was a small window not far from the table, through which you could see the smoke from the fire in the distance. Walking past the table, you can see carved wooden railings on both sides of the wall, and then you can see the bed under it, and there is a small couch opposite the bed.

"Miss, it's been a tiring day, let's wash and sleep." Zichai said.

"Yes." Yingluo nodded, the inn was thoughtful, and every night there would be hot water in each room.

Zichai made a towel and brought it to Yingluo, Yingluo turned her back and took off the mask, gently applied the towel to her face, handed the towel to Zichai, and then brought the mask back on.

After cleaning up, Yingluo said, "You're tired too, go to sleep." ”

"Yes, miss." Zichai replied, and before Zichai could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Zichai was stunned for a moment and asked.

"It's me." The sound outside the door was a little small, but it was a man's voice that could be faintly heard. Zichai thought it was one of the coachmen, so she opened a small crack, and who knew that it was indeed an unfamiliar face she saw.

"You are?" Zichai said with some doubts.

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I went to the wrong room." The man looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly walked to the next room, before Zichai closed the door, he heard the voice of a woman next door, "Ziyou, where have you been?" ”

Zichai closed the door and shook his head helplessly, just so close, he could still go wrong.

"What's wrong?" Before Yingluo could lie down on the bed, she asked Zichai what had happened.

"It's okay, a person went to the wrong room." Zichai replied.

"Then go to bed early."

On the second day, when Yingluo woke up, Zichai had already gotten up, and when she heard Yingluo's movement, she went over to look, "Miss is awake?" ”

"Yes." Yingluo got up and looked at the window in a daze, it was already bright outside.

I probably packed up and opened the door, only to find two coachmen standing on either side of my door. Yingluo suddenly realized that she seemed to be a little embarrassed to wake up late.

"Let's go down and have some food, and we'll go again." Yingluo said. Then a group of four people went downstairs.

"Shopkeeper, come with four bowls of porridge and some vegetables." Yingluo said to the shopkeeper, trying to make her voice as rough as possible.

"Okay, guest officer, wait a minute." The shopkeeper on the side agreed.

Yingluo let them sit at the same table as herself, and when she was eating, someone came down the stairs, Zichai glanced at it, there were three people, the woman who walked in front was about her early thirties, although her appearance was a little loose due to old age, but she still couldn't hide her beauty, and she was followed by the man who went to the wrong room last night, his face was a little red, as if he was arguing with the woman in a low voice. Behind him was a girl who looked quite like him, her eyes wandering, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yingluo noticed that Zichai was a little distracted, so she followed her gaze and glanced at her, then knocked her on the head and told her to eat quickly.

Zichai laughed embarrassedly, and when eating, she almost buried her head in the rice bowl.

After breakfast, Yingluo and the others packed dry food and prepared to eat on the way, because there was still a day's distance to Luoyang City.

The road was bumpy for a long time, and finally I heard the coachman outside say that it had arrived, Yingluo got out of the carriage and saw the gate of Luoyang City lying in front of her.

The whole city is surrounded by a wall, and in the middle is the city gate, and the top of the city gate is carved with three big characters in stone, Luoyang City.

At this time, the city gate was open, and people came and went, and Yingluo and they got out of the carriage and walked inside. Entering Luoyang City, it is a lively street, and there are vendors selling things on both sides of the street, which is very lively.

"Childe, can we find an inn to put everything down first, and then take a stroll around the street?" Zichai, who came out for the first time, was dazzled by the prosperity of Luoyang City, and said with surprise on her face, but she never forgot to call Yingluo her son.

"Well, so be it." Afterwards, Yingluo and the others found the inn where they stayed.

After putting all the things in the inn, the four of them went out, Yingluo and Zichai walked in front, and the two coachmen followed behind, Zichai was always curious to look at this stall, and then ran to that stall, especially the rouge gouache used by women, and the people who chose things were women, and Zichai was dressed as a man, such an action was tantamount to being disliked by many women.

In the end, Zichai was helpless, and ran to Yingluo and chattered.

"Childe, it would be nice if I were dressed as a woman, and looking at a rouge gouache would make other women think that I wanted to plot against them." Zichai said while looking at the women crowded in front of the stall with hatred.

"So what? Do you want you to pretend to be my beautiful flower? Yingluo laughed.

"Ah, forget about this, no matter how bold the slave is, he won't dare." Zichai smiled, a typical expression of a pleasing person.

Even if Yingluo is helpless, there is no way, how can a person with such a strict housekeeper raise such a daughter, it seems that he is following Mrs. Ling.

They probably wandered the streets, and toward evening, they returned to the inn.

Let the shopkeeper make dinner, and several of them gathered around a table to eat.

"Guest officer, please, one? Sharpen or stay in the hotel? The voice of the shopkeeper who kept going all day and night sounded again.

"One, stay in the hotel, prepare one to go to the room." The man said. Yingluo looked up suddenly, it was such a familiar voice, how could he be here, she looked up at him standing by the stairs, still in a moon-white robe, wearing a crown of jade, but there was a little more exhaustion on his handsome face.

The man felt his gaze on his body, raised his eyes and looked around, but he really didn't see the person, could it be that he was too tired, and even this felt wrong? I came back to my senses again, but I couldn't feel anything. Maybe it's really that I'm too tired.

And Yingluo's hand trembled a little, it turned out to be met again, how could she meet every time she wanted to escape, she had to leave quickly, she didn't want to touch him again, thinking about it, she said to Zichai, she went back to the room first, Zichai was still stunned, she had already gone upstairs.

She forced herself to composure, and finally walked up the stairs, but her steps were a little disordered, and she didn't see the road ahead, and she didn't know who she had bumped into after a bang.

"Are you alright?" That familiar voice again.

Yingluo took a deep breath and raised her head, seeing his face so closely, she could only say in a cold voice, "I'm fine." Then he went to his room, pushed open the door, and went in.