The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 41 Ashue
Yi Ren didn't pay attention to what he said, and even more ignored his agitation and slogans, but suddenly felt lonely.

When I heard the news of this senior's deep death, I felt inexplicably lonely.

It was as if the world was empty, and she felt like standing alone between heaven and earth.

That was the first time Yi Ren knew loneliness, probably, it was also the first time she knew the feeling of disappointment—although she didn't expect too much.

"Girl, do you want to stay at the hotel?" The enthusiastic greeting from the waiter shattered Yi Ren's momentary sentimentality. She smiled, raised her head to ask the old man for instructions, and then replied, "Stay at the hotel."

"How many rooms?" The waiter saw that the two came in together, and his eyes wandered between the old man and Yi Renjian.

"One room." The old man snorted and replied coldly.

"Okay, let's take a room—" the waiter tossed the towel, yelled in the direction of the cashier, and then lowered his head and muttered softly: "Old cows eat tender grass."

The voice of his talking to himself was not too low, but the old man was furious, but Yi Ren was still smiling, heartless.

After enduring it, the old man finally didn't get angry, but gave the waiter a cold look. The waiter felt a chill in his body, and immediately restrained his face and stood upright, not daring to do it again.

"Lead the way ahead." The old man said angrily.

Sure enough, the waiter stopped talking nonsense, and walked ahead respectfully to lead the way, and Yi Ren hurriedly followed, probably because of riding for a long time, he staggered a bit, and almost fell off the stairs when walking on the stairs.

However, the old man walking in front had quick eyesight and quick hands, reaching out and grabbing her arm before she was about to fall down.

"Thank you." After Yi Ren stood firm, he thanked him without hesitation, with an extremely sincere attitude.

As if she was not captured by him.

"You can call me Master Wu." The old man seemed to be kind, nodded reservedly, and finally told his name.

Yi Ren pursed his lips into a smile, and called out sweetly: "Master Wu."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yi Ren's words fell, the waiter who was in charge of leading the way in front of him stopped suddenly, and looked back at the old man in panic, "Master Wu?"

That expression, as if he had just swallowed a fly.

Master Wu looked at him coldly, with a haughty attitude, and his expression concealed his color.

"Are you really the legendary Lord Wu?" The waiter's mouth this time was big enough to stuff an egg.

"What do you think?" Master Wu asked in a deep voice.

The shop clerk trembled, his feet had already stepped on the top step, but somehow he trembled, rolled down with a grunt, and rolled down the stairs in a blink of an eye. When he got down, he was not in a hurry to check his injuries, but Quickly got up, looked at Master Wu nervously, shook the towel in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, run, everyone, run, Master Wu is here! Master Wu is here!"

The guests who were dining under the stairs also looked up at them one after another, then stood up at the same time, rushing to the door.

For a while, the sound of pots and pans, pushing and shoving, men cursing, and children crying could be heard endlessly.

It's like a catastrophe.

Yi Ren looked at the performance of the people downstairs inexplicably, and touched his head in some unknown situation. After the turmoil passed, there was no one downstairs in the inn.

As for the people upstairs, they huddled on one side of the corridor, refusing to come over for a long time, like a group of mice huddling together to keep warm in winter.

"What's wrong with them?" After a while, Yicai asked dully.

Master Wu hummed, his snow-white beard curled up, and he replied arrogantly and complacently: "I didn't expect that after so many years, the old man's influence is still so great."

Yi Ren blinked and looked at him with admiration, which greatly benefited Master Wu's self-esteem: "Master Wu, what have you been doing?"

"Massacre the city." Master Wu shrugged and said indifferently: "Have you never heard of the saying 'raise soldiers through war'?" He glanced up, and became respectful again: "Of course you haven't heard of it. , This kind of great tactics can only be imagined by Mrs. Xi."

Yi Ren lowered her eyes and said nothing, but the image of Mrs. Xi in her mind dropped a lot in an instant.

It turned out that he was just a modern person who used ambition to decorate time travel.

"Our identities are exposed, we can't live here anymore." After sighing, Master Wu glanced at the trembling crowd and said, "Otherwise, it would be another troublesome thing to provoke the government. The old man doesn't want to start now." Kill ring."

However, Lord Wu certainly didn't want to provoke the government, such a big movement has already alarmed many people.

He immediately gave up his plan to rest in this town for a night, and decided to leave overnight to Madam Xi's cemetery, in order to prevent the night from having more dreams.

When they walked out of the border town, naturally no one stopped them, everyone hid far away, hid behind trees, at the entrance of the alley, carefully spying on them.

Lord Wu held his head high and his chest high, walking in a majestic and high-spirited manner, his snow-white beard and hair blowing in the wind, very arrogant.

Yi Ren followed suit, and if he saw someone poking his head, he would give a warm smile—but that smile would often scare others into a cold sweat.

——As a prisoner of the imperial court, he can still be so calm and relaxed.

They thought that Yi Ren and Lord Wu were in the same group, and Yi Ren really didn't look like a kidnapped person.

"There are still three days' journey into the desert. We can't rely on our feet. We have to find a horse and buy some dry food." Master Wu whispered a few words to himself, his eyes already wandering around the shops on the long street.

It's just that after the news of "Master Wu" came out twice, nine out of ten shops on the street have already been closed, and the few scattered ones are for buying agricultural tools and rouge, which are not very useful.

Master Wu looked angry, and was about to get angry when a big guy suddenly walked in outside the city: he was wearing a thick cloak, the brim of his hat was pressed down very low, only his nose was exposed, his face was full of dust, and his lips were very pale. With his outline, he is probably a handsome person—but after all, he is a rough person, and his clothes are also clumsy and shabby.

However, those are not important, what is important is that he is pulling a horse in his hand, a horse with luggage on both sides, a well-groomed coat, and strong limbs.

Master Wu looked overjoyed, three steps turned into two steps, and walked in front of the man.

"Here, boy, Master Wu wants this horse." He thought that as long as he revealed his name, the man would be scared to death, kowtowed, and offered the horse with both hands.

Unexpectedly, the man raised his head unhurriedly, revealing a pair of lazy eyes under the cloak, slender and ordinary, "This old gentleman, it's not that I won't give you this horse, but this horse Only listen to the words of the next person, and always ignore the words of others."

"How can such a thing happen?" Master Wu didn't believe it, blowing his beard and staring.

"Beasts have always been like this." The man sighed and said with emotion: "I always do my own way, domineering and domineering, how can I listen to others."

Master Wu snorted approvingly, and suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened like copper bells, "Boy, are you scolding me?"

"Where, I'm just scolding the beast." The man was eager to defend, but his tone was calm, and he didn't look panicked at all.

Master Wu snorted again, instead of continuing to entangle, he transferred his anger to the horse next to the man: "I want to see if this horse is really as you said, and won't listen to anyone. !" Then, he glared at the man viciously again: "If what you said is false, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

"Please." The man stretched out his hand casually, without any feeling of intimidation, and his attitude was leisurely.

Master Wu took a step forward, then flew forward and jumped onto the horse.

At the moment Master Wu jumped onto the horse's back, there was only a long neighing sound. The originally docile horse suddenly went crazy, with its front hooves raised and its mane flying. Before Master Wu could sit still, it was caught flung down.

But don't look at Master Wu's beard and hair are all white, his movements are very agile, I saw him making sharp turns in the air several times, and then fell back steadily on the horse's back.

This time, the horse didn't throw him away, but galloped wildly, holding back his energy and running towards the Gobi.

Lord Wu was not built either, so naturally he would not be manipulated by a four-legged animal. He swung his hand, and a few ropes went away, catching the horse's hooves firmly, and heard the horse's miserable neighing. The son knelt on his front feet and fell to the ground.

Master Wu came down from the top, although his posture was still arrogant, but he felt a little disheartened.

The young man didn't speak, just stepped forward, untied the rope that bound the horse's front hooves, then stroked the horse's head, comforting in a low voice.

"This horse is disobedient!" Master Wu wanted to say something to relieve himself of the embarrassment, and after a long time of puffing up, he dropped this sentence.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, his expression was quiet, and that ordinary face was also more luxurious because of its calmness.

"As I said, it has always only listened to me." He said lightly: "Not everyone has the ability to control it."

"It's easy to handle!" The old man rolled his eyes and said coldly, "It listens to you, and you listen to me. Although it's a bit troublesome, it's still feasible."

After a pause, he sighed again: "Mrs. Xi once said that it is better to be able to employ people than to be able to do things. Now, it seems that it is really a wise saying, even horses can be used."

Yi Ren was slightly embarrassed: This Master Wu is probably a super fan of Mrs. Xi, he really mentions Mrs. Xi's name all the time.

Although she feels chilled by her strategy of "raising troops with war", Yiren is still eager to see her demeanor.

It's just that the old man is gone, and the style has been blown away by the rain and the wind.

"But why should I listen to you?" the young man asked leisurely.

"It's very simple, either die or listen to me, which one do you choose?" Master Wu asked domineeringly.

The man bowed his head and thought carefully for a moment, as if he was really weighing this multiple-choice question—and this question, even Yi Ren could choose the answer without hesitation, but he thought about it for a long time.

Then, he raised his head, his slender eyes sparkling: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Master Wu nodded in satisfaction, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

The wind suddenly picked up, shaking the sleeves of the man's cloak, the wide cuffs, and the hair on his forehead, and he smiled slightly in the wind and sand.

Yi Ren just didn't look at him carefully, until when he was smiling, she suddenly discovered that when he was smiling, the corners of his eyes were very charming, that kind of peachy and plum-colored amorous feelings, very much like a person.

That person is He Lanxue.

Just as he was thinking, the man had already announced his name, and his lips parted slightly: "Axue."

(End of this chapter)