Due to his familiarity with the road, Yingxuan soon came to the door, but the farce just now made him have a shadow in his heart, wouldn't it be very embarrassing if he was recognized?

However, his worries were unnecessary, and the "boss" received him quite warmly. Only then did he have the opportunity to take a closer look at the owner of this green building, who was about thirty years old, and his delicate facial features revealed bewitching beauty all the time.

Isn't this the ancient pseudo-mother!

Ying Xuan didn't dare to say it in front of the "boss", he didn't say anything about disrespect for people, and he might be kicked out, but the "boss" kept pestering and shocked him into a cold sweat.

He is asking for money, Lao Tzu has a fart money, if he is kicked out by the boss because he has no money, it will be difficult to become famous.

Just as he was hesitating, a familiar figure appeared in front of him, and he immediately raised his head and said, "Find a private room first, I'm a little hungry." ”

The "boss" put away the money handed over by Zhang Jing, and said sweetly: "This master, please go upstairs!" Of course, he recognized the person in front of him as the one who had made jokes about his gesture before, but as long as he could afford to pay, he didn't have to worry so much. But then again, this gesture is really a cash cow, can you take this opportunity to keep her!

Ying Xuan smacked her lips and really sweated for herself: "Jing'er, thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself." ”

Zhang Jing didn't say anything, she really didn't know how to reply. Sister Fang saw that the young master was gone, so she gave her all the money as soon as possible, so that she could take the young master back to the post house safely.

When she came to the private room on the second floor, she finally had a chance to speak: "Young master, Sister Fang is still waiting for us at the post house, shall we go back immediately?" ”

Ying Xuan waved his hand, propped up his chin with both hands, and thought: I won't go easily, I have to find a chance to see Ziyu again. Besides, as long as it is stated, I am also a rich man, and no matter how bad it is, I still have the treasure of the First Emperor, and with it is the real rich country.

He beckoned Zhang Jing to him and whispered, "You go to all the rooms to check and see which room Ziyu is in?" ”

"No!" Although Zhang Jing hoped that the young master could go back earlier, the young master's order had been given, and she had to obey it.

Now that he has money, Ying Xuan is not polite at all, he has a big table of delicious food and drink, and after eating and drinking enough, he picks his teeth and waits for Zhang Jing's news.

Zhang Jing didn't let him wait too long, and about a quarter of an hour later, she came back in the dust.

"Young master, Miss Ziyu is not far from this room, only a few rooms apart."

"Really! Can you be sure? "This news is too critical for Yingxuan.

Zhang Jing wiped the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand and shook her head: "Jing'er is not sure, it's just that there is no figure of Miss Ziyu in other rooms, only this room can't be approached." Two big men stood guard at the door, and the room was filled with pleasant singing voices from time to time. ”

Ying Xuan patted his thigh and said happily: "That's right, it must be that room." Go, take me there now! ”

Zhang Jing was puzzled: "The two big men at the door, Jing'er can solve it, but isn't this not good, this is not in the grassland after all." ”

Ying Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, why did ancient people like to fight, kill, and use force, don't they know how to outwit? He leaned into Zhang Jing's ear and carefully instructed her, so that she could go downstairs to act.

After a while, two young women passed by in front of his door, Yingxuan poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and thought: Since ancient times, heroes have been sad about beauty, this sentence is not accurate, as long as men like beauty, it's just that heroes are more popular.

The expected knock on the door came to mind, and the sound was like a rabbit slamming into his heart.

"Young master, they're leaving!"

Ying Xuan raised his wine glass, drank it all, and strode out. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, but this time he had to go. As if back in high school, he saw the goddess in his heart at a glance, but there was already someone else by the goddess's side.

I could excuse myself too young back then, and I didn't even have the courage to talk to her, and I regretted it when I grew up. Of course, Ying Xuan is also young, nineteen years old on the surface, and he is only twenty-three years old in modern times, but this time he is not cowardly. Because......

Because he drank wine!

Wine is intimidating, not bad at all!

The closer you go, the louder the song becomes, and this is the legendary sound of heaven. Ying Xuan walked to the door and pressed his hands on the door panel, but he didn't push it open.

"Don't worry, young master, I will be guarding the door." Zhang Jing thought that Ying Xuan was worried, and comforted decisively.

Of course Ying Xuan wanted to go in, especially if he wanted to, but the scar on the middle-aged uncle's face made him palpitate. "Don't worry about the outside, you accompany me in."

After that, she pushed open the door, Zhang Jing's eyes were quick, and she subdued the man as soon as she entered the door. Ying Xuan didn't raise his eyes, his eyes were all focused on the screen in front of him.

The singing had not stopped, and the gesture behind the screen was clearly unaware of the movement in the room. Ying Xuan walked over slowly, his face seemed calm, and his heart had already turned a thousand times.

Is she happy or angry?

Does she throw herself into her arms or walk away?

She......

"Who are you?"

"Who are you? What about gestures? ”

The woman's face was full of fear: "What are you going to do?" ”

Ying Xuan was a little stunned, although the woman in front of him was also a beautiful embryo, she couldn't move his heart, and there was only one big question in his mind: What the hell is going on?

Zhang Jing exclaimed: "Young master, this man is not the middle-aged man just now. ”

Ying Xuan raised his head and sighed, thinking in his heart: What kind of plot is this, it doesn't make sense, but if it's all with common sense, how can he travel to the Western Han Dynasty?

"Young master, this person doesn't know anything, I'll ask the two people who guarded the door just now." Zhang Jing stretched out her hand to knock the man unconscious, ready to go out.

Ying Xuan waved his hand to stop: "The people inside are all fake, do you think the people outside will be real?" I'm just wondering where they've gone? ”

Until he returned to the inn, he had been thinking about it. Of course, he also thought about it, if they agreed, then whose idea was it? Is it Ziyu or the middle-aged uncle? What is the purpose?

Bang bang bang

There was a quick knock on the door, Ying Xuan lay on the bed and didn't want to pay attention, but the sound became more and more intense, and he had no thoughts when he was noisy.

"What do you want?" Ying Xuan opened the door angrily, his hands clasped across his chest, and his eyes leaned against the door panel, he didn't have to guess to know who it was.

Li Xinfang pretended to look around and sneered: "What, did you capture the hearts of beauties?" ”

Which pot is not opened, she wants to mention which pot, Ying Xuan glanced at him, lay on the bed, and said lazily: "I'm going to rest, can you go back?" ”