Dressed as a tyrant and kissing the little queen

Chapter 373

Snowflakes flutter, the north wind blows.

In a small border town adjacent to Great Qin in the Southern Chu Kingdom, in front of a very inconspicuous small inn, the wine tricks that usually fluttered were frozen.

Even though the wind and snow whizzed by, the wine move just remained motionless.

In such a cold day, there was not even a single pedestrian on the road.

There was a charcoal fire in the inn, but it was very warm.

The clerk dozed off against the corner of the counter, and the store owner fiddled with the abacus, counting the bills to pass the time.

The night is getting dark, and it seems that there will be no more guests today.

The shop owner sighed, put down his abacus, and ordered the staff to light the lanterns.

Whether there are guests or not, the lights have to be lit.

The man rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, there was a man with white snowflakes all over his head and body standing outside the door.

The man was standing with his back to the shop door, slapping the snow off his body.

The clerk was overjoyed: "Guest officer, inside——"

Before he could say a word of please, the man had already turned around.

It was dark outside the house, and the clerk suddenly took two steps back in fright, and let out an "ouch" as if he had seen a ghost.

The shop owner had just lit the candle, and was very displeased when he saw the reaction of the waiter: "Mao Er, what's the matter with you? Why don't you hurry up and welcome the guests—"

As he talked, he walked over with a candle in his hand, and the candlelight illuminated the face of the customer, who smiled politely at the shopkeeper.

The shop owner was like a duck being choked by someone, he stopped talking abruptly, and the candle in his hand fell to the ground.

In the darkness, the shop owner's voice was a little trembling: "Mao Er, still, hurry up and light the lamp!"

Mao Er shook the flint with trembling movements, and fumbled to light the wind lamp.

The guest seemed very helpless, and sighed slightly: "Don't worry, I'm not a ghost, I just look a little ugly."

The voice was actually very crisp and pleasant, it sounded quite pleasing to the ear, it should be that of a young man.

Seeing the shop owner and the clerk looking at him in shock, the man explained patiently: "I got a disease, and I developed a rash with a high fever, so it became like this."

The shop owner bravely glanced at the customer again, only to see that the other party's face was covered with scabbed rashes, and even the white skin exposed on the neck was covered with dark scars.

Although his face was ugly and terrifying, his eyes were very clear and bright.In addition, the tone is kind, not like a villain.

The shop owner finally felt relieved, "Guest officer, you sit down, you sit down."

The man found a table and sat down, ordered some food casually, chatted with the shop owner and the waiter about the weather, and inquired about the distance.

When the food came, the man stopped talking, finished his meal quietly, asked for a room, and planned to go to the guest room in the backyard to rest.

"The little one takes the guest officer there."

The clerk had just chatted with the guest, and felt that the guest was very accommodating, not as scary as he imagined, and his attitude was much warmer.

The backyard is not big. When the guest followed the waiter and passed the woodshed, he heard a strange sound.

It was like breathing heavily, or moaning in pain, extremely rough and hoarse.

The guest paused: "Is there anyone in the firewood room?"

"Yes, it's also a customer. After staying in our store for a few days, both legs are broken. It's probably going to die soon."

Mentioning this person, the guy didn't know whether it was a sigh or something, "When he first came here, he still had some money in his hand. Anyway, we can still serve him, but now the money is gone. It's freezing cold, and we can't help it." We can’t drive him out, can we? We can only move him to the woodshed, at least let him have a place to hide, give him some leftovers, and let him make do with it.”

The guest was thoughtful: "Broken leg?"

The guy said: "Isn't it? I don't know who offended someone. That leg was broken by someone, and the whole body is injured."

The panting in the firewood room became heavier, and a hoarse voice came out of the man's throat, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

The guest listened carefully and felt that what the man was calling was either rice or water.

The man glanced into the firewood room and said loudly: "Calm down, we haven't eaten yet, where did you get your food? Just wait, you will have some food later."

The guest followed the clerk back to the room, settled his luggage, and called the clerk who was about to leave: "Excuse me, prepare some food for the man in the woodshed later, and put it on my account. Then help me light a lamp in the woodshed." , I went to see him."

The guy was stunned: "Guest officer, why do you see him? A dying person is not good-looking."

The guest smiled: "I happen to know some medical skills. Didn't you say that he had a broken leg and was injured? I might be able to cure it."

The waiter thought that this guest was really ugly and kind-hearted, but he was a good person.

He hastily arranged it.

The man in the firewood room had long hair and beard, which covered his face in a disheveled way, and his temple hair was gray, so he must be very old.

The guest lifted up the tattered, dirty and unrecognizable robe, and said in a gentle voice, "You bear with the pain, I'll help you look at the injury."

The man was lying on the pile of firewood, panting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the guest's voice, he opened his eyes suddenly as if struck by lightning, and turned to look at the guest.

The man's old and feeble eyes shot out two sharp rays of light, fixedly fixed on the guest, his eyes lingering on the guest's face covered with red rashes.

The guest lowered his head and concentrated on examining his wound, without paying attention to his gaze.

But the guy was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "I'll take care of your injury, what kind of eyes are you looking at? I said, old man, you've met a good person, you know? We'll bring you food in a while, and it's also this guy." The guest officer invited you, you have to thank him well, you know."

The man babbled, but the guest just smiled, "It's not easy to go out."

After checking the man's wound, she said in a gentle voice, "Old man, you have been injured for some time, right?"

The man just doesn't talk.

The guest didn't take it seriously, and lowered his head to treat the wound on his leg, and then fixed his broken leg.

"Your leg has been broken for a long time, and you may still be unable to move in the future. I'll help you look at the injuries on your body."

The wounds on the man's back and legs were festered, some places festered badly, the smell was strong, blood and flesh stuck together with the clothes, and it took some time to deal with it.

The man covered his nose and eyes, not daring to look.

The guest was unhurried, patiently and carefully treated the wound, and asked the waiter to find a clean thick robe to put on the wounded.

Of course, the money for the robes is also paid by the guests.

The injured person didn't even say thank you from the beginning to the end.

A snowy night.

This small inn has welcomed guests again.

This time it was a young man in white clothes who came in through the door in the cold night. Against the backdrop of snow and candlelight, he had a good appearance and good temperament, worthy of a tree facing the wind, handsome and elegant.

Both the man and the innkeeper were dumbfounded.

When the clerk led the young master to the guest room, the other party stopped in front of the firewood room, and said in a deep voice, "Is there someone in the firewood room?"

Dude: "."

Why did this guest ask exactly the same thing as the previous guest?

He was a little puzzled, and thought that the person in the firewood room was very quiet this time, and he didn't make any noise, how could he hear it?
But he nodded quickly: "Yes, there is an injured old man living in it."

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Injured?"

"Yes, the leg is broken, and the body is also seriously injured."

"Hold the lamp, I'll go in and have a look."

Dude: "."

What the hell happened today? One or two guests said they wanted to go in and see the injured old man.

He just wanted to say that someone has already looked at the wounded.

However, the young man couldn't help but took the lamp in his hand and stepped into the firewood room.

The young man checked the wounds of the wounded bit by bit, wiped a little ointment from the wound, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.

"Did someone help him treat the wound just now?"

The young man stood up, "Where is that man?"

The guy was a little confused, and said in a low voice: "Guest, guest room."

"take me."

"But, but it's so late, the guests are probably asleep."

"Excuse me, it's urgent. The man,"

A gleam flashed in the young master's eyes, "It's probably someone I know."

Hearing that the two might know each other, the waiter felt relieved, and quickly took the young master to the guest room to knock on the door.

The light was on in the guest room, but he was still awake, when he heard someone knock on the door, he asked very alertly: "Who?"

Who.

A simple and common word, but the expression of the young man next to the clerk suddenly changed.

The blood seemed to disappear from his face suddenly, and after a while, it slowly came back, and the young man's handsome face was flushed with excitement.

"Is such that."

The clerk was about to explain, but the young man seemed to have lost his patience, he pushed open the door suddenly, rushed in with strides, went straight to the guest, and grabbed the wrist of the guest in the room.

The guest's pupils trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously wanted to break free.

The young master held it tight, and sneered: "Qin Luoyu, you are really good at getting rid of the golden cicada's shell! Even I was deceived by you!!!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Qin Luoyu could only bite the bullet and say, "Senior brother, don't come here without any problems."

The man was quite worried at first, fearing that the two would fight.

Who knows that they really know each other, it sounds like they are still brothers.

Only then did the buddy feel relieved, and thought that these two people rushed to see the wounded when they saw the wounded, and it was true that the whole family did not enter the house.

The clerk exited quietly, closing the door behind him.

Qin Luoyu saw Xue Yuheng's face was very ugly, so he quickly pulled him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, held it in front of him respectfully with both hands, and bowed deeply: "Brother, please drink tea."

Xue Yuheng was both annoyed and funny by her appearance.

His eyes fell on Qin Luoyu's almost disfigured face, and he couldn't tell whether it was sad or distressed.

He still took the tea after all: "what's the matter with you?"

Qin Luoyu sighed, "It's a long story."

When she left Ancheng Mountain, she took the mountain road to Nanchu.

Halfway through, the Gu poison broke out, she was in unbearable pain, her body and face were covered with terrible rashes, and she started to have a fever.

She thought she would die for sure, so she simply ate the whole bottle of An Ling Pill.

(End of this chapter)