"A few guest officers are from Guanzhong? Outside this pass are rough men, ugly women, but I have never seen such a character as this girl."

The proprietress twisted her waist and walked over, and Xiao Yingying poured them three cups of tea first. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"You see, the eyes of these unproductive men are straight",

A man said with a hippie smile: "Boss, we look like this when we look at you."

"It's a pity, I haven't heard of anyone who can have a night with the boss lady, I said the boss lady, it's not a matter if there is no man around, you will be a half-old in a few years, and you can bear it in the middle of the night?",

Immediately someone coaxed.

Soon all kinds of foul words and meat words flew sideways.

As they spoke, many of them still looked at the woman in red.

For these men from reckless backgrounds, women like the boss lady are undoubtedly the most to their liking, but those knowledgeable, gentle and gentle ladies from Guanzhong are their dreams.

And this woman's stunning appearance and refined temperament can satisfy all their fantasies

The delicate maid behind the woman in red turned red, looked at the group of stinky men with anger, and turned her head with a snort.

The woman in red got up and said, "Boss, an upper room, bring refreshments to my room",

The proprietress was about to nod, but she said again: "Don't work your buddy, let Qing'er send it up",

Knowing that she was disgusted with the dirty guys in the store, Luo Qiyue smiled and said: "You little maid is smart, your fingers are like tender shallots, you haven't done rough work at first glance, but you can do these people's work?"

The girl named Qing'er smiled sweetly: "It's okay, I've been waiting by Master's side",

The proprietress smiled: "That's good, I also think it's better to avoid these stinky men and girls, they are just a group of obscene ghosts who have never seen the world, girls don't pay attention to them",

The woman smiled slightly and walked upstairs, and at that moment, even the equally charming proprietress was slightly intoxicated.

Qing'er snorted: "Boss, my master is not afraid of these stinky men, she is afraid that she will get angry and kill all these people, and disturb the boss's business."

The crowd laughed.

If others say such things, there will inevitably be a vicious fight in this inn, but this girl is delicate and cute, and her voice is sweet and waxy when she speaks, even if she says something to fight and kill, it is not annoying.

The white-clothed monk on the side smiled and said, "Xiao Qing'er, don't make trouble for your master, sit down and eat something."

Qing'er nodded and sat beside him.

This monk has delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, wears a white monk's robe, and has Buddhist beads around his neck, but the peculiar thing is that he has long hair that hangs down to the back of the waist, which gives people a sense of otherworldliness at a glance.

This Loulan lonely city is connected to the east of Guanzhong, and the desert is connected to the west, and the people who come here are all dusty, but they do not have a trace of dust on their bodies.

The faint sandalwood on his body came, which made people forget their worries, the proprietress had been dealing with horse bandits and rogues all the year round, and at first glance she saw such a person, she felt good in her heart, and asked with a smile while urging the guys to hurry up and cook with hot wine: "Little master, can you avoid meat?"

The middle-aged scribe sitting opposite the monk said with a smile: "What kind of meat is the monk afraid of wine and meat? When he was in the temple, dog meat was often eaten secretly, and the proprietress should not have any scruples, just good wine and good meat."

He wasn't as eye-catching as the woman and the white-clothed monk, but for some reason Luo Qiyue always felt that this talent was the most unpredictable.

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "I want to eat dog meat, do I need to steal it?"

The middle-aged scribe laughed and said, "If you stay in the Vajra Gate for a few more years, I'm afraid that the entire temple will be dragged into the water by you."

The proprietress put a plate of roast chicken on the table, and her delicate fingers inadvertently slid over the monk's face, touching his slippery skin, and said with a smile: "Little Master, meat is not taboo, but women are taboo?",

"Boss, you shouldn't be tempted by the monks, right?"

"Hahaha, I see that this little white face has fine skin and tender meat, and he looks better than the boss lady, and the boss lady is really not a loss when he follows him, not a loss",

"What's the use of being good-looking, little monk who has no power to restrain the chicken, is that thing okay?"

"Liu Han, I think you are blind, this little master has a divine light in his eyes, sandalwood is self-generated, and his qi is restrained, obviously everyone in Buddhism, do you dare to say that he has no power to restrain the chicken?"

"So what? The proprietress is so sassy, he coped with it?",

......

Qing'er was not angry this time, as if she wanted to see the white-clothed monk being molested, she looked at the boss lady and giggled: "Boss lady, he is not jealous of women, but he is very flowery, I don't know if you can lower him, boss, I don't know if you can lower him, boss?"

When the crowd heard this, they laughed and started laughing.

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Xiao Qing'er, the little monk also wants to know who can lower your young master more than you or your master?",

Qing'er's face turned red when she heard this, and she stopped talking after spitting him.

The proprietress accepted it when she saw it, only laughed a few words and went to the back of the counter alone to read a book.

The middle-aged scribe, the white-clothed monk and the little maidservant drank together, and after dinner, they went back to their rooms.

It's just that when he left, the middle-aged scribe pinched his fingers and smiled: "Boss, five people will die tonight, I don't know if it will disturb your business?"

Luo Qiyue didn't take it to heart, it was common for the Crescent Moon Inn to die a few people.

But on the morning of the second day, when she saw five corpses neatly placed downstairs, Luo Qiyue's pupils shrank slightly, and she called the cook and the man to scold them, and then asked them to carry the corpses down.

I didn't see the three people at breakfast, only the little maid in Tsing Yi walked downstairs alone, and the piano in her arms was gone, replaced by a sword.

When the proprietress asked her, she said that she was waiting for someone, she couldn't help but shake her head, only to feel that the woman in red was either ignorant or ruthless, and it was safe to leave such a soft girl here.

In this inn, even ordinary horse bandits and rogues were armed at night, and they were often assassinated, and their bodies were thrown out to feed the dogs, and such a weak and charming girl's home was like a delicious lamb in the eyes of those bandits, and I was afraid that she would not be able to survive all night alone.

However, the proprietress could see her every day for the next few days, and she was still that delicate, sometimes she had a sweet smile on her face when she thought of something, and sometimes she didn't fight when she looked at the rogue in the inn, and several of the bandits looked ugly when they saw her.

On the fifth day, there were suddenly more people in the inn, and the arrival of a few fresh faces made Luo Qiyue realize that the Seven Kingdoms Grievance Land was probably going to be lively.

Early in the morning, three guests came, a Taoist priest with a gloomy face, a monk who smiled like a Buddha, and a young swordsman who was suave and suave.

When she saw the girl in the arms of the young man with the sword on her back, her heart moved again, her brows frowned, and her fingers trembled slightly.

And the little maid who had just walked downstairs rubbed her eyes when she saw the young man with three swords on her back, and when she saw him clearly, her face suddenly showed surprise, and she trotted down with her skirt and shouted, "Young master." (To be continued.) )