I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 116 London (for order)
When he looked up, he found Pete, and the king stared at him dumbfounded.

Only then did Yang Qing realize that he had just had a brainstorm.When I hear Scotland, I can't help but think of a comedic actor wearing a floral skirt and a hairpin I saw on TV before, and then I think of Scottish braised noodles.

Seeing the strange eyes of the two, Yang Qing coughed and said, "That... I'll just talk about it! By the way..."

Yang Qing quickly changed the subject and asked Pete, "Apart from these, is there any other information?"

Pete nodded and said: "This fog is more than 100 miles away, and there is only one small town. We sent people to the town and stayed for a long time, and found that very rich guys often came to the town to supply supplies. After finishing, he left quickly and headed towards the foggy area on the high ground!"

"Rich people?"

Yang Qing lit a cigarette and opened a gap in the car window.

Shout out.

The cold and clammy rain, with the icy wind blowing into the lathe.

Faint blue smoke was sucked out of the car.

Yang Qing thought for a while and said, "What kind of person is he? Do you know him?"

"know!"

Pete nodded and said, "Some of them are Europeans, including the Prince of Wales, the spokesperson of the Robert family, and people from the Danish and Swedish royal families. By the way, some Hollywood female stars will also come!"

After Yang Qing finished listening, he glanced at Su Si and the king and said, "Well, let's rest here for the night, and tomorrow we will go to the Scottish Highlands early in the morning!"

……

night time.

The lights of the City of London come on.

The three of Yang Qing stayed at the Hilton Hotel near the Paddington hub.

The Hilton Hotel is a typical Victorian architectural style. The unique appearance under the reflection of the lights makes the hotel full of strong British artistic atmosphere.In addition, the building itself has a history of a hundred years. Standing here, one can't help but think of the era when pirates and privateers were rampant in the Caribbean.

Staying in the hotel, standing in front of the window, overlooking the entire city of London.

The city in the drizzle, the damp and cold air, and the colorful and flickering neon lights like oil paintings make it easy for people to feel this exotic style.

Whenever you are in a new place, you must eat here.

Speaking of this time, I don't know what to eat in London.

Afterwards, Yang Qing went straight out the door and called the king.

The two sneaked out of the hotel, ready to have a big meal.

It's just that when he got to the side of the road downstairs, Yang Qing turned his head and saw Su Si standing in front of the glass window upstairs, looking at him quietly.

She is always so calm, so beautiful.

The tranquility is like the beautiful epiphyllum blooming at night, and the beauty is as if it does not belong to this world.

However, she is also lonely.

She was like this a thousand years ago, and she will still be like this a thousand years later.

She is alone, peerless and independent.

"what happened?"

asked the king.

"Wait a moment!"

Yang Qing looked away, and said something to the king.He ran back with the umbrella again.

After going upstairs, Yang Qing knocked on the door of Su Si's room.

With a creak, the door opened.

Dressed up, Su Si walked past Yang Qing with her head down: "Let's go!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yang Qing saw a faint smile in her eyes when she walked in front of her.

Yang Qing grinned, shrugged, and followed Su Si out.

……

A group of three stopped a taxi and headed towards the Thames.

In the night, the street lamps glowed orange.

The drizzle of rain flew by in the light, and every drop was clearly visible.

On the sidewalk by the side of the road, everyone is wearing thick clothes, or holding an umbrella, or using a folder to block the rain, coming and going in a hurry.

It seems that people in the UK don't like talking very much.

On the street in the rain, it was dull and silent.

Originally, Yang Qing planned to ask the locals, which restaurant is the best to visit, and where to go.Seeing the situation, Yang Qing had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and start searching for nearby restaurants.

According to the travel guide on the Internet, Yang Qing found a western restaurant called Le Fu, which is very famous in travel guides.

In the warm orange light, soft music echoed in the restaurant.Customers at several tables were eating quietly.Among them was a couple, the girl was holding milk tea and snorting, and the boy was looking at him dotingly.

After calling the waiter, Yang Qing ordered and ordered.

Not long after, the waiter brought up plates of dishes.

Open the lid and take a look.

Well, potatoes, jam, pork offal were smashed and wrapped in pork belly, and the steak was amazing.

Looking at the exquisite shapes of these foods, Yang Qing couldn't help being dumbfounded.

Wow, no appetite at all.

How should I put it, Yang Qing made the mistake of going to Russia last time again.

Western food is beautiful, but it is not his style.

Look at the king and Su Si again, the king is better, picking up the knife and fork and frowning while eating.Su Si didn't move at all, she just held a cup of coffee and quietly looked at the misty rain and fog outside the window.

Fair skin, perfect side profile, long eyelashes, clear and peaceful eyes.

She sat there like a most beautiful painting.

So many men in the restaurant couldn't help holding their breath, quietly admiring the beauty.

It's a pity that their eyesight is still too shallow.

After paying the bill, the three of Yang Qing walked towards the Thames River while holding an umbrella in the drizzle.

I heard that the Thames River is beautiful at night, and the lights on Tower Bridge are also beautiful.

Along the streets of the city, walk and talk all the way.

Soon after, the three reached the Thames.

In the night, the calm and flowing Thames River is as quiet as a mirror.All the lights of the sky and the world are reflected in it.

The bright lights on the handrails of the Thames bank reflect a sense of tired beauty in this rainy night.

In the wet and cold shore corridor, there is a blond, chubby British girl who is playing the cello.

The tune of the music is sad and low, and it quietly melts into the wind and rain and melts into the Thames River.Her piano sound is so beautiful that passers-by can't help but stop to listen.Some people will give her some rewards, and then nod and praise the girl's piano sound is really nice.

More than 20 minutes later, the three of Yang Qing came to the Tower Bridge across the Thames River.

"What a day!"

Yang Qing leaned on the fence, smoking a cigarette, enjoying the cold wind.After a while, he turned around, leaned his back against the fence, stretched his waist, and let out a comfortable moan.

In fact, he has long wanted to come to England, to see the local customs and customs here, to take a tour and learn a lot.However, due to various problems, it has not been able to take shape

　I worked overtime every day until 10:30 in the evening and didn’t come back. I was so sleepy that my eyelids seemed to be under a heavy burden.Update first, then go to sleep!good night everybody!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)