Zhao Rang got up and went up to the second floor, there was only one room upstairs, and the bathroom was in the bedroom. The girl from the Western Regions opened the bathroom door, and the heat was steaming.

He took off his smock and threw it on the bed, took the black and gold-painted box from the girl's hand, and said to her:

"Alright, there you go!"

The girl was slightly stunned, then bowed to Zhao Rang, and then retreated.

The things in the box, Zhao Rang can't use them. As long as the water is hot enough, he feels comfortable.

Three times five divided by two, he took off his stripes, and then jumped into the bathtub, and the water in it "swooped" out.

With a towel on the back of his head, Zhao Rangping lay flat in it, looking at the bathroom mirror with blank eyes, and exhaled a long breath.

The hot water relaxes his whole body, not only physically, but also mentally.

It wasn't until the water temperature dropped a little that Zhao Rangcai reluctantly came out of the bathtub.

He felt like his body had suddenly become heavy, but the exhaustion had indeed removed a lot. After roughly wiping it with a towel, Zhao Rang walked out of the bathroom, ready to change into clean and refreshing clothes.

Zhao Rang's bag was on the cabinet at the head of the bed, but there was a set of new clothes neatly stacked on the bed. Western Regions style, fine workmanship, next to a pair of calfskin boots.

As soon as he came out of the hot water, Zhao Rang's brain turned a little slowly.

After thinking for a while, I realized that this should be prepared by the "Tsing Yi Ke" Inn. After all, when the room was numbered, the guy said that the room fee included the food and drink for every day, so the new clothes were naturally reasonable.

After thinking about it, Zhao Rang decided to put on the new clothes in the style of the Western Regions prepared by the inn.

Now that he has gone deep into the Western Regions, if he is still dressed as a mighty person from beginning to end, he will be eye-catching wherever he goes. The so-called follow the local customs, anyway, I will go to the most lively street market in the single night country later, and change into Western Regions-style clothes, which is more suitable for the occasion.

I have to say that the service of "Tsing Shirt Guest" is quite in place!

This dress is worn on the body, and the dimensions are extremely decent, as if it is tailor-made. This kind of craftsmanship can only be achieved by a few ready-to-wear shops that have been passed down for several generations in the northern border of Dawei.

Finally, putting on his boots, Zhao Rang stomped the ground a few times. The soles of the boots are very soft, and they walk very heelly, without the awkwardness of new shoes.

Looking at the overcoat thrown on the bed again, it was dirty, and Zhao Rang immediately felt a little disgusted...... Clothes are not as good as new, and this is true.

It's just that if he doesn't wear a smock, his newfound black steel knife will have nowhere to put it. The knife that Shang Shiyi gave him still had no scabbard, and if it hung on his waist like this, it was too eye-catching, and whoever saw him would probably not be able to help but stare at the knife without a scabbard on his waist twice.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Rang decided to bring this smock.

After wetting the towel, he wiped the obvious dirt stains from his coat, then wrapped the black steel knife in it and put it on his forearm.

The guide said that everything in the dark street has to be sold, so it should not be difficult to equip this knife with a scabbard.

When I came downstairs, I saw the girl from the Western Regions standing in the center of the main hall.

Zhao Rang asked her to leave before, but she didn't leave. I don't know if it's the rule here, Zhao Rang didn't ask much.

The girl saw that he was dressed and walked down, and picked up a fruit bowl on the table with both hands.

"Is this the fruit of the Western Regions?"

Zhao Rang asked.

Because of the lack of rain and long days in the Western Regions, the fruits produced are much sweeter than those of Dawei.

Picking up a piece of watermelon, Zhao Rang ate it in two bites. The refreshing sweetness went straight down, and immediately relieved the slightly dry throat after taking the bath.

"Yes, the watermelon you eat is the orchard that produces the self!"

Zhao Rang ate three pieces in a row, and felt that his stomach was slightly distended, so he stopped, looked up and asked:

"Your master still has an orchard?"

The girl from the Western Regions replied proudly:

"The owner has a lot of properties, inns, wine shops, restaurants, orchards, and the most famous is the horse farm!"

Zhao Rang nodded and said:

"Well, Sunset Racecourse is also extremely famous in Dawei! The quality of the horses is extremely high! ”

Hearing Zhao Rang praise her master's inheritance, the girl from the Western Regions became a little closer to Zhao Rang.

I wanted to eat another piece of watermelon, but Zhao Rang was afraid that he would eat too much, and if he saw delicious and delicious food in the black street for a while, there would be no place to put it in his stomach. I could only swallow my saliva, forcibly held back and never looked at the fruit bowl again, and then walked to the courtyard with my hands behind my back.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Simon shouting in a loud voice:

"This watermelon is amazing! I've never tasted anything so sweet! ”

Zhao Rang walked to the courtyard where he was and saw that there was already a thick stack of melon peels in front of him on the table.

"Eat less! Otherwise, where will you put other delicious food in a while? ”

Ximen Da Zhuang swallowed a piece in one bite, ignoring the watermelon seeds sticking to his face, patted his belly with a smile and said:

"Brother Jean, I'm much better than yours! Even if you eat a whole watermelon, you still have room to hold three catties of wine! ”

Zhao Rang was very disdainful of this, but he couldn't deny that what Ximen Dazhuang said was the truth.

If he had such a strong body, he would have eaten all the watermelons in the fruit bowl just now.

"Anything else? Bring some more! ”

What Zhao Rang didn't do, his good brother Ximen Dazhuang did it for him. The fruit bowl bottomed out, there was nothing left, and he hadn't eaten enough, so he asked the girl from the Western Regions who was with him to cut another plate of watermelon.

"You don't need to take it anymore, you can just eat mine!"

Yuan Mingkong strode over with his attendants, and the fruit bowl in the girl's hand didn't move.

Zhao Rang asked in surprise:

"Why don't you eat it?"

Yuan Mingkong's face was embarrassed, and he shook his head and said:

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't have this mouthful!"

Then he sighed, looked at the cloudless sky, and continued:

"I've had such a problem since I was a child, but whenever I eat fruit, even if it's just a mouthful, it starts in my mouth, and then my whole body is like 10,000 little insects biting me, and it's not okay!"

Zhao Rang was stunned when he heard it, it was the first time he had heard of such a special problem!

"And then?"

Yuan Mingkong spread his hands and said:

"And then it's uncomfortable! It's useless to rinse your mouth, so you can only wait for this strength to pass by yourself. ”

Unlike Zhao Rang's surprise, Ximen Dazhuang had already reached out and took Yuan Mingkong's fruit plate and ate it.

When this fruit bowl bottomed out again, Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also cleaned up.

Without exception, all of them wore new clothes in the Western Regions style provided by the "Green Shirts". Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also brought a full set of jewelry, which at first glance looked no different from the girls from the Western Regions who were accompanying them.

"Haha, it turns out that everyone is wearing it."

"Brother Jean, why do you still have a smock?"

Zhao Rang uncovered the gown on his forearm, revealing an inch of edge inside, and replied:

"Because you asked my brother to bring a knife!"

In the hall of the Tsing Yi Guest, the guide has been here for a while.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little one was worried about the long way to go, so he took it upon himself to hire a carriage. If you don't use it, the small ones will be sent away. ”

At this time, it was afternoon, and Zhao Rang looked at the sun outside, which was warm.

For Wu Xiu, walking is not afraid. But Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin, the two girls, may be afraid of the sun. So Zhao Rang didn't answer immediately, but turned his gaze to Ye Sanniang.

"It doesn't matter if you go or not, Kexin and I are going to take the carriage anyway!"

Zhao Rang joked:

"Could it be that the Great Grandmaster is also afraid of the sun?"

Ye Sanniang replied:

"I'm not afraid of the sun, I'm afraid of getting old! You rough men...... I didn't know that with such a big day, if I burned my face, I would be several years old immediately! ”

Zhao Rang pouted disapprovingly.

On the contrary, he felt that men were more vicissitudes and more courageous!

Just as he was about to propose that the two of them go over, they found that Ximen Dazhuang and Yuan Mingkong had already gotten into the carriage before Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin!

The road in the city of the King of the Nights is relatively smooth, and the dust here is much smaller than that of the Lama Kingdom. The horse-drawn carriage galloped and had little effect on the vendors, pedestrians and shops on the streets.

Along the straight road to the end, the coachman shouted, tightened the reins, and the pulled horse turned its head into a narrow alley.

Zhao Rang subconsciously tensed, and his right hand had already reached into the robe and held the hilt of the knife.

Fortunately, the alley was very short, and the carriage was extremely fast, and after a while, it suddenly opened up again.

Hearing the coachman shout again, the horse obediently stopped, and the guide opened the door and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're here!"

If you look in the direction the guide is pointing, there is nothing special at the corner of this street. Zhao Rang deliberately looked at the ground and found that the color was indeed much darker than the streets and alleys he had just walked on.

"This is the Black Street?"

Simon asked.

He felt a little unremarkable, and it wasn't even as lively as Chagan Tologai!

The guide explains:

"Don't worry, sir, the excitement of the black street is when the sun is setting in the west, and it will only be more than an hour!"

Ximen Dazhuang was noncommittal, but Zhao Rang had already seen the difference in this street.

Layers of buildings, row upon row, but very irregular. But if you put yourself in these buildings, you will find that they are very particular about the position of their windows.

Walking in from the corner of the street, all the windows on the black street are staring at one by one, and there are no dead ends between each other.

That is to say, as long as you stand upstairs, no matter what kind of movement is below, you will be clearly seen by the side, and then relay in turn until the end.

This planning is certainly not accidental, but deliberate.

As soon as the carriage they were riding in stopped, Zhao Rang saw at least three figures flickering behind the windows. This means that anyone who steps into this street has already been registered. It is impossible to do it silently.

However, Zhao Rang thought about it for a while, and he came to the black street just to eat, drink, and watch the excitement. Neither fuss nor noisy, but gives them money. It doesn't matter if you register or not.