Chapter 18: The Play of a Room

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"What is uncle laughing at?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.

"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her, so he changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought with Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the ancient tomb faction?"

"Well, that's right," Mrs. Hu nodded lightly. "I met my master by chance when I was a child. She lived in my house for more than half a year and taught me a lot."

"Sister-in-law knows what her name is, is it Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hurriedly.

Mrs. Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why her uncle knew so much about the ancient tomb sect, "Lin Chaoying is my grandfather and grandmother. I don't know what the master's name is."

Song Qingshu's face suddenly brightened, thinking that Xiaolongnv and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, and they didn't know how to react.

The two of them were busy all the way, and they were about to reach Gusu City. Seeing that it was getting late, they decided to rest in a small town outside the city for one night, and then go to Yanziwu tomorrow morning.

"Boss, there are two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's shout, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them and put on a smile: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here. How about you two? "

Mrs. Hu frowned and shook her head: "No need, let's go to another inn."

"Ma'am, there is only one inn in this town. Now the gate of Gusu is closed. Other inns are only available in neighboring towns a hundred miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Let's go and find out." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.

"Forget it, it's all right here." Mrs. Hu said absentmindedly.

"Little Er, take this lady up first." The shopkeeper grabbed Song Qingshu and whispered, "Young Master, please stay and tell me something."

Seeing that Mrs. Hu had disappeared in the corridor, the shopkeeper spread his hands and smiled: "Young master, the rent is ten taels of silver, thank you."

Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, and it is clearly written that a room is a tael of silver."

The shopkeeper was not angry, he smiled: "Master, do you really think we only have one guest room in such a big inn? Didn't you see you alone on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you grasp it? It's up to you."

"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked.

"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "otherwise you think there are so many inns on the rivers and lakes, why are there only one room left when there are solitary men and widows? , but beautiful women are hard to come by.”

Song Qingshu was so impressed with his admiration that he willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first one who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"

"What did the shopkeeper say to you just now?" Madam Hu asked suspiciously when Song Qingshu returned to the house.

"It's nothing, I just settled the rent." Song Qingshu replied casually, "Sister-in-law, you will sleep in your bed later, and I will make a floor here."

"Your meridians are damaged, the ground is too cold, how can you sleep on the ground?" Mrs. Hu frowned, feeling very embarrassed, just one bed...

"It doesn't matter, no matter how I say it, I'm still a man, so I can stand it." It's not that Song Qingshu didn't want to go to bed, but he knew it was impossible, so he had to lay down a cushion and fall asleep on the ground.

Mrs. Hu stared at him for a while, then turned around silently, and lay down on the bed with clothes on.

In the middle of the night, Mrs. Hu was suddenly awakened by some rustling voices. She opened her eyes and saw Song Qingshu lying on the ground, huddled in a ball, trembling all over, her arms were exposed, and she was clutching the quilt.

Mrs. Hu knew that the wounds of people who had been stabbed would be sore and painful in wind and rain. What's more, Song Qingshu, who had broken all the meridians, bit her lip hard, not wanting to make a sound in her heart. Feelings: Uncle really is a decent gentleman.

Song Qingshu was indeed in pain because of the intrusion of the cold air on the ground, but there was a bit of stubbornness in his heart, which made him

What can Mrs. Hu know? It is better to bear it silently like a man.

"Uncle, go to bed and sleep." Mrs. Hu's soft voice came from behind.

Song Qingshu looked at her blankly: "How can this be done! Sister-in-law, leave me alone, I can hold on."

"How are you going to travel like this tomorrow?" Mrs. Hu held down his vest and sent a burst of anger, "Don't be awkward, I'm not afraid of a woman, what are you afraid of? As long as we are worthy of our conscience, it's fine. ?"

Although Song Qingshu is arrogant, he is not a fool. For this sake, how can he refuse.

Trembling all the way to the bed, Song Qingshu slipped into the bed, only to feel a scent coming, and it was warm, and for a while, he even forgot the pain in his body.

Seeing that Mrs. Hu went directly into the quilt she had slept in just now, her pretty face blushed, she hesitated for a moment, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Uncle, you slept on my quilt."

Song Qingshu was embarrassed to find that his quilt was still on the ground. He quickly realized that Mrs. Hu had already given her the greatest gift to sleep on the bed. How could she agree to sleep in the same quilt with herself?

With a shy smile, when Song Qingshu ran down and carried the quilt back, Madam Hu was already wrapped in the quilt and fell asleep with her back to herself. Song Qingshu lay down beside her slowly, touching her body several times in the middle, and Madam Hu's body All trembled slightly.

Unlike Zhou Zhiruo's betrayal, Madam Hu is like Liu

The glass is generally clear and pure, and it is also very good to herself. Song Qingshu does not dare to make more mistakes and use those nasty methods to deal with her.

Smelling the faint fragrance from the hair of the beauties around her, Song Qingshu's spirit slowly relaxed, the pain was gradually calmed down, and she fell into a deep sleep not long after.

The next day, Song Qingshu woke up, and when he touched the side, the beautiful woman was no longer there. He sat up in shock and saw Madam Hu looking at him with a half-smile.

"Morning, sister-in-law." Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly.

Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, noticed what he did just now, and was secretly annoyed in her heart: last night, he put his hand on her body and touched her many times. .

Seeing Madam Hu's angry eyes, Song Qingshu's heart felt empty, and she lowered her head to recall the dream she had last night. In the dream, Madam Hu was shyly crouching under her body...

It was too early, and the two went to Yanziwu. Song Qingshu knew that Shenhezhuang was about dozens of miles west of Gusu City, and took Mrs. Hu directly to find it, but it was a pity that even dozens of people had never heard of this place. Mrs. Hu's heart was shaken, maybe she was going in the wrong direction, but Song Qingshu said she was right.

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