Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 546 Black shop (2)
With three little buns, it is impossible to sleep in the wilderness. It is rainy and humid, and moisture is easy to get in the carriage.

Thick clouds rolled in the sky, covering the sky, and the official road was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The clatter of horseshoes shattered the tranquility of the night and resounded through the sky.

Mo Yan sat up, opened the car window a small gap, and through the rain curtain, at the end of the darkness, there was a dim light.

At this moment, a carriage came from behind and almost passed Mo Yan's carriage. The window of the other carriage was open, and through the candles inside the carriage, it could be seen that it was a young lady.

The interior of the other party's carriage is luxuriously furnished, and an oil lampshade alone is worth a fortune.

"Could it be that you are going towards the light in front of you?"

Mo Yan quickly closed the car window, the gate of the city was already closed at this time, so he could only find a place to spend the night.

"Princess, there is an inn ahead."

Mo Bing went out to investigate, but her sleeves were wet, so she simply sat in the driving seat with An Yi.

"That would be the best, let everyone wash up and change their clothes."

The rainy nights in summer are cold and cold, and prolonged rain can easily cause wind chills.

Mo Yan has always been tolerant and considerate to the people around him, and took the initiative to pay for everyone to drink.When they came to the bright light, the convoy stopped slowly. Mo Yan took an oil-paper umbrella and got off the carriage first.

There is a lonely two-story building on the side of the road, which is exposed to the sun and rain. The house is old and looks dilapidated and crumbling.

There is a yellow lantern at the door, which emits a pale light, making it even more gloomy in the rainy night.

The small building was surrounded by mountains, and under the cover of night, it was impossible to see the surrounding environment clearly.

Mo Yan frowned slightly. Why is this place similar to the rumored haunted house?

Next to it, there was already a carriage parked, which was the one that rubbed shoulders with each other before. It seemed that the lady in the carriage had already planned to rob the inn.

Although the environment of the inn is not very good, it is a place to shelter from the wind and rain. It is not picky when you go out.

In the lobby of the inn, there were two people who looked like coachmen, and they were urging the waiter, "Hurry up and serve food, I haven't eaten for a day, I'm going to starve to death!"

"Guest officer, please wait a moment."

Holding the tray in one hand and wearing a white cloth towel around his neck, the waiter yelled, "Come on, guest officer, I'll serve you two jugs of wine first, to drive away the cold in rainy days."

The hotel lobby looks better than the outside, clean and tidy, there are tables, chairs and benches on the first floor, and the accommodation is on the second floor.

"Madam, what a coincidence, a young lady came here just now and asked for three upper rooms, and now there are only two rooms in this shop."

The scale of the inn is small, and the rest is full of shops. The clerk has sharp eyes, and when he looks at the carriage outside, he knows that this is a rich owner.

When going out, Mo Yan put on a mask, her color is too good, walking on the road, she is more eye-catching than rich people.

"Two rooms?"

To be on the safe side, Mo Yan stayed with more than 30 people, and there were only two rooms, and she took one for herself, so how would she live in the rest?
"Ma'am, we're all big bastards, we can just sleep anywhere we want."

An Yi imitated the bodyguard who has been selling goods all year round, and thickened his voice.

"I'll go up and talk to that lady, see if I can accommodate you."

Mo Yan occupied a room for the time being, leaving the rest for the guards. She let everyone go in to wash and change clothes, gave money to the clerk, and brought ginger water for them to drink.

The stairs are made of wood, and when you step on them, there is a creaking sound. Mo Yan and Mo Bing went to the room and cleaned it first.

The so-called upper room is similar to ordinary people's houses. The entrance is a small hall with an old square table and four slightly incomplete chairs.

The sheets in the bedroom are clean, but a little whitish.

Mo Yan is not a particularly particular person, she plans to sleep on the small couch opposite, and put three little buns on the bed.

In the next room, there was a strong aroma. When it rained, the windows and doors were closed, and the smell was suffocating.

Maybe it was because of the pungent smell, Bao Bao and Bao Bao brothers frowned, pouted their small mouths, and looked impatient, while Niu Niu, who had always been well-behaved, burst into tears.

Mo Yan squinted her eyes and let Mo Bing look at the three little buns. She went to the next door and knocked on the door.

Soon, the other party answered.

A woman opened the door a little and asked, "Madam, what can you do?" Seeing that the other party spoke politely, Mo Yan couldn't bear to get angry, so she had to explain the reason kindly.

Xiaowa is sensitive and needs extra attention. After the other party heard about it, he had a good attitude and immediately extinguished the incense.

"Madam, I'm really sorry, there is a rotten smell in the room on rainy days, and I smell the stagnation in my chest."

The lady who was sitting in the car turned out the door from the inner room and invited Mo Yan to come in as a guest.

The two chatted for a while, but Mo Yan made the other party unaware that this lady is from the southwest, her mother is sick, and she needs a thousand-year-old ginseng. This trip is also to Yingchuan to buy medicinal materials, hoping to be filial to her mother.

"Thousand-year ginseng?"

Yingchuan is the best place to produce medicinal materials in Dayue, but there may not be a thousand-year-old ginseng in a few years, and there is no market for it.

"With the intention of giving it a try, if there is one, it can save my mother's life."

The young lady looked worried. Her surname was Zhao, her boudoir name was Hongxiu, and she was nineteen years old. It stands to reason that she should have married a long time ago. A woman of this age would be Xiaowa's mother under normal circumstances.

"Well, in the past two years, my grandparents passed away one after another."

Zhao Hongxiu was wearing a plain white gauze dress with a pink thread-stitched long skirt. The attire was extremely elegant and a little flimsy.

According to the regulations, they kept filial piety for one year, and then caught up with their mother's serious illness. Zhao Hongxiu was not in the mood to marry, so he discussed with the other party and got married a few years later.

If the mother is gone, she will have to observe filial piety for three years.

However, from the heart, Zhao Hongxiu didn't feel indebted to the other party, because his fiancé had already taken three concubines, and his ability to create people was outstanding, and a group of concubines and concubines came out.

The two chatted for a while, and Mo Yan heard the cry of the baby next door, presumably it was the time for the little buns to drink milk.

"Hongxiu, I'm going back first."

Zhao Hongxiu got up to see her off, she had booked a lot of rooms, and one room was not needed, and it happened to be vacant for Mo Yan's guards.

The two have the same temper and talk a few words together.

Zhao Hongxiu doesn't know martial arts, and so does the maid beside her, and her accent is from the southwest, but Mo Yan doesn't dare to relax. In critical times, she must keep a distance from Zhao Hongxiu.

In the past, Mo Yan would not be careless when traveling. At that time, she was the daughter of the imperial censor, her family was not prominent in the capital, her father had a high official position and did not have much real power, and her family was always poor, so she could not take advantage of her friendship.

It's different now, she is Princess Ping of Vietnam, who occupies a high position, her own royal uncle is one person below, ten thousand above, and there are many people who want his life.

(End of this chapter)