Chapter 3 The Inn has been included

"Three upper rooms." The leading shadow coldly and decisively spit out concise words, as if it would be very troublesome to say one more word. There seemed to be no sign of melting on the iceberg's face, and he was not to blame him. From the bloody storm in the world, his anger had already accompanied him like a shadow. How could he change it? Even his leader, that is, me, rarely sees a little different expressions.

The sharp-eyed shopkeeper knows that we are either rich or noble, and they are not easy to provoke. Even the guards and maids around him are the best in the world. Especially the lady who just glanced at it, is definitely a beauty in the beauty. Seeing that they almost dropped their eyes, when did they ever see such a fairy-like figure?

But what should I do? Thinking that my store was just baged a day ago, and now I can't afford to offend the owner, I can't help but look embarrassed and apologize, "It's really wrong. This guest official, the shop has been baged, and it's not easy for the villain to make a decision. Why don't you go to another inn to have a look?

After saying that, he looked at the shadow that had sunk down his face. He couldn't help but feel hairy and sweated coldly. He hurriedly raised his cuffs to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. He was scared: This master is too cautious. Why make it difficult for a businessman!

The shadow was a little impatient and frowned slightly, "A call the people who pack this inn to come out." The tough command.

The shopkeeper wiped his sweat repeatedly, "This..." It's wrong, it's wrong, it's hard to fight? Don't worry, my century-old store can't stand your toss!

The negotiations reached an impasse. Just as the two sides were deadlocked, a delicate female voice interrupted, "What's going on?"

I saw them discussing from afar. Isn't it just to live in a store? Why is it so troublesome? If you live in a hotel in modern times, you only need to register an ID card and pay a money. Is the ancient inn more high-tech than modern? Finally, I couldn't help leaving the resting seat and approaching.

Miss. He said that the store had been wrapped up. Ying Ru told the truth, but his attitude was already respectful in the face of Xi Xinmiao.

Hearing this, he frowned slightly and said faintly; "Shopkeeper, is there still a vacant room in the inn?"

"Miss, the shop has--" He still wanted to explain, but I interrupted first, "You just need to answer me, Yes, or no." The faint tone and faint expression make people feel an inexplicable pressure, which makes people breathless.

"Yes, yes, but--" hurriedly opened her mouth to persuade, but she was not as proud as him. "Since there is, take us there. If you need anything, just ask that person to come to me, and I will be waiting for you at any time." The cherry lips opened gently, like the first time of the warbler, but there was an irresistible majesty.

With a hammer, there is no room for a little refutation. As strong as this, this is Xi Xinmiao's style.

With that, the person had already stepped upstairs. When he heard her name, the shopkeeper screamed and stopped her: "Is Miss Xi?" He looked as if he had seen the national leader and was very excited.

It was strange that the shopkeeper was shocked and raised his eyebrows, "What's so?"

"Miss doesn't know anything," the shopkeeper stroked his chest with a sigh of relief. "Yesterday, a young man wrapped up our store, saying that a Miss Xi will come here in the future and ask us to wait carefully. Unexpectedly, the young lady will arrive today. I just didn't recognize the young lady. Please forgive me."

"You mean this store was originally chartered for my lady?" Bing Ning asked.

"Exact"

"What does that man look like?" She was curious. Who knew her whereabouts and kindly chartered the inn for her?

The shopkeeper seems to have fallen into memories. I was about to open my mouth.

"If you want to know, why don't you ask me directly?" A sudden, warm and slightly low voice attracted the attention of the whole audience.

There was a thrill in his mind. He turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, and saw him flying in a crescent robe. The ink hair is like silk, and the hair is light with the wind.

The facial features are deep, and the face is thin but a little cold and arrogant.

Wearing a pair of white boots with gold edges, not stained with dust. His body was straight and long, standing at the door, standing up from the crowd.

The deep eyes of the lake blue only stay on the woman in white on the stairs, with soft warmth,

The mouth naturally pulled a perfect arc while looking at the woman in white.

I don't know when there was an extra folding fan in his hand wearing a pure white jade wrench finger. For him who was not like extraordinary, he led people to the ranks of handsome princes in the world, unrestrained and elegant, handsome and dusty, like a god.

The arrival of the cold water has undoubtedly caused a new sensation, and it is more than enough. In this way, the rare figures in the world appear in the sight of the public only by the luck of the public, but also a great blessing!

I don't know if it's everyone's illusion. Looking at him with a smile, I just feel a chill, with a cold breath all over, which makes people dare not approach.

That's what they don't understand. The cold warmth of the water will only give one person, a woman in his heart.

He still has a cute baby face, but there is always a cool expression of Feng Xue. At this time, he is dressed in a blue shirt, like a book boy.

Facing the sudden appearance of the master and servant, Xi Xinmiao was a little stunned and saw his figure in the deep star eyes.

When the shopkeeper saw Feng Xue, he quickly told her, "Miss, it's the shop wrapped by that little brother."

Nod, it's clear.

She went downstairs, and he walked in. The two of them were close to each other as if no one was there. They were speechless for a moment, with similar white clothes, beautiful faces, and eye contact, the same arrogant and noble temperament. The two were there like glowing bodies that deeply attracted everyone's attention. Anyone thought that they were lovers who had met again after a long separation, of course, not including those who knew the inside story.

"You follow me." It's not a question, but an affirmation. At this time, Xi Xinmiao couldn't say what kind of emotion he was: anger? Surprised? Joy? It doesn't seem to be either, but it seems to be all. The chaotic thoughts squeezed into my mind and occupied my heart.

She only knows that something is out of the predetermined track, but she can't save it...

But he was not embarrassed to be exposed. He was also a bold self-explain: "I can only say that he has a good heart." Then she smiled brightly. Before everyone could react, she went further in front of her. Looking at the face close at hand, the male atmosphere filled her body in an hour, and it was still the smell that made her greedy: the faint fragrance of medicine.

He lowered his head to her ear and whispered in her ear, "You know, don't you, Xin'er?" It's like a dream, and it's like the intimate whisper between lovers. The light words are as strong and resolute as ever.

Xi Xinmiao was helpless by him. In a trance, she felt that her hand had been surrounded by a cold big hand, and she had been pulled upstairs by him. Looking at the clenched hands, she couldn't help wondering: Why did she feel the hot warmth?

"Let's go and open a room." The water said coldly without looking back.

The corners of your mouth twitched, open the room? Well, what an imaginative word! Brother, it's a pity that you don't come from the 21st century... It must be a ashes-level cowherd, who has been sought after by women for thousands of generations... Well, I think far away.

The whole audience gasped. They were too open-minded, but they were really talented men and women, and they were a pair of great people. The crowd of onlookers suddenly exploded again.

Shui Yanhan turned around with a faint glance, and the whole audience was as cold as a cicada. Obviously, there is no lethality, but it makes people feel as if they are in a thousand-year-old cold pool, freezing people and suffocating.

Bing Ning watched the young lady being pulled away. She was stunned for a moment and followed.

There is no superfluous expression on the shadow, and it is also to keep up. The reason why it is not blocked is that he knows what he thinks about the young lady from the time he came to remind himself in person that night. More importantly, Miss Fangcai did not signal herself to intercept. All this was allowed by the young lady. Otherwise, even if she tried her best, she would block him.

Feng Xue has long been accustomed to her master's abnormality, except for a helpless sigh.

It is said that it is in a room where lonely men and women live together.

"What are you going to do next?"

Quietly tasting tea, the water vapor floats hazyly, and the candlelight shakes slightly.

The door opened without wind, and the floating fragrance faintly attacked. His faint watery eyes opened a smile, sip tea, and said softly, "Where my heart goes, I will go." It's obvious that it's entangled to the end.

After saying that, he made tea for her with a smile, and his movements were skillful and elegant.

He took it rudely, which was not like his tea tasting. He drank a sip and had the right to quench his thirst. From this calm action, it is not difficult to deduce. Someone with few roots doesn't know that this is the first time for Shui Yihan to pour tea to others.

It's not that the water is cold and posing high, but that no one in the world can really bear his condescending treatment. None of them have this qualification. And now, he is cold and has found it.

"You are really idle." The jade scallion rubbed back and forth along the wall of the cup, looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, and defined it by himself.

He did not refute and shrugged his shoulders.

He yawned indecently, covered his mouth, and spit out unclear words, "Whatever." It doesn't matter whether it affects your image or not. It's not that I don't want to drive him back, but it's useless, isn't it? He is really hard to deal with.

There's nothing she can do. Although she is driving in a carriage, she is also reluctant for her as a modern person. She has been tired and scattered all over for a long time. It's better to get rid of this thunderbolt Buddha quickly.

Seeing that she looked sleepy and tired, there was a trace of heartache in her deep lake blue eyes, "Good night, heart." There was a shallow kiss on her forehead, and then she was stunned. She didn't feel more and more, she smiled and turned away.

There is still his faint medicinal fragrance in the air. Xi Xinmiao reached out and stroked the holy warmth on her forehead, in a trance. I heard that the kiss on the forehead is pitiful, without any affection...

The eyes are lowered, and the Black Sea is surging at the bottom of the eyes...