Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Peking Station has arrived.

Cong Ye held Er Erhong in one hand and carried his suitcase in the other, following the flow of people out of the car.

After getting off the car, the person supporting Er Erhong turned into Qi Tiezui.

Next, Er Erhong and Cong Ye split into two groups. Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan waited at the station for the people who came to pick them up from the Crescent Hotel. Qi Tiezui took care of Er Erhong and left, and the two went to the inn to rest.

As the crowds of people surged, a big red signboard caught Cong Ye's sight. The words "Crescent Hotel" were written in black ink on it, which stood out among the crowd.

Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan exchanged glances.

The two walked towards the woman in blue holding a sign.

The woman in blue's eyes fell on Zhang Qishan and Cong Ye.

Although there was such a large flow of people at the train station, the two people in front of me seemed to stand out from the crowd.

Both his temperament and appearance are so outstanding that they are unforgettable.

Zhang Qishan took out the invitation from the inner pocket of his thick fur coat and handed it to the woman in blue.

Nothing proves identity like an invitation.

The woman in blue took a look, and a small smile appeared on her lips: "It turns out to be Mr. Peng."

"Please come this way." She stretched out her hand and guided Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan towards the outside of the station. "The Crescent Hotel has come to pick up Mr. Peng's car and is waiting for them."

After sizing up Zhang Qishan, her eyes circled Cong Ye's body.

Originally, she was still guessing who was Mr. Peng among the two. After all, although the two men had different styles, they were both handsome in their own way, making them indistinguishable.

The two of them are not like masters and servants, but more like friends and brothers.

The young lady has always valued appearance, and judging from his appearance alone, this man with his gleaming phoenix eyes must be more outstanding.

But Mr. Peng is not bad either. He has a slender and powerful physique, a cold expression and a formidable aura.

The woman in blue breathed a sigh of relief.

Marrying Mr. Peng, the young lady is not at a disadvantage.

"Ouch!"

"You two masters!"

Wearing black round glasses, the short driver approached diligently. He stretched out his hand to help Cong Ye carry the box.

Cong also changed his hand and avoided the driver: "Thank you, I can do it myself."

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the face of the woman in blue. Ever since the driver boy appeared, the expression on the woman in blue's face had become strange.

Cong Ye's eyes fell again on the driver in front of him.

His eyes passed over the other person's flat neck, and he frowned slightly.

The driver opened the door respectfully, and Zhang Qishan and Cong also sat in.

She took a detour and drove ahead.

Women dressed as men?

Cong Ye put the box at his feet, doubts flashing through his mind.

The chaotic thoughts in his mind were like meteors falling, and slowly, a conclusion gradually became clear.

His expression also became strange, and his eyes looked back and forth between Zhang Qishan and the driver.

"what happened?"

Zhang Qishan looked sideways and asked him curiously.

Cong Ye's eyes could not be called restrained at all.

Cong Ye shook his head without saying a word, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Zhang Qishan touched the second ring involuntarily.

"You two really don't look like you're from the northwest."

The driver's boy got close to him.

If it had been before, Cong might have been wary.

But now, he is completely in the mood to watch a good show.

"Why not?"

Cong Ye asked back.

The driver's boy chuckled, inexplicably a little vulgar:

"You two have tender skin and tender flesh, you don't look like rough people!"

Cong Ye's expression cracked for a few seconds.

He wiped his face.

The young lady of the Yin family, Yin Xinyue, seems not to be very good at Chinese.

This adjective sounds a bit uncomfortable.

He and Zhang Qishan are both men after all. How can anyone use the word "fine skin and tender meat" to describe a man?

What's more, facing Zhang Qishan's dead face, how did Yin Xinyue say the words "fine skin and tender meat"?

Cong Ye hit Zhang Qishan's shoulder with his elbow: "I'm talking about you, you have thin skin and tender meat."

Zhang Qishan, a muscular man with thin skin and tender flesh.

Cong Ye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Qishan stared at him and twitched his eyebrows.

Several coins were thrown out of his hand and landed right at the driver's feet.

Zhang Qishan couldn't tell his expression and said calmly: "Be quiet for a while."

The driver's brother pretended to be surprised and picked up the copper plate, nodding repeatedly: "Okay! Okay!"

Cong Ye: "..."

Zhang Qishan is destined to live a lonely life.

Don't think about it, give him a chance to get close to an interesting little girl, and he can throw a few coins at his feet.

Cong Ye looked at the street outside the car window, sighing and shaking his head.

Zhang Qishan looked at his face through the car window and tightened his fists.

Before getting on the train, he had already pawned some of the valuable antiques in his house.

Hopefully it will work once the auction starts.

Money is something external to the body. Zhang Qishan has never taken this into consideration. Being able to save people is the most important thing.

"Masters, here we are."

The driver stopped the car and quickly ran to the back to open the door for the two of them.

"Thank you."

Cong Ye paused and thanked her.

The driver pursed his lips and smiled: "You're welcome."

Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan got out of the car and looked up at the Crescent Hotel in front of them.

In Peiping in the early [-]th century, the Crescent Hotel could have such a scale, which shows that it had strong financial resources.

The boy at the door took Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan to the upstairs box of Crescent Hotel.

The moment the two of them disappeared into the Crescent Hotel, the driver took off his sunglasses and threw them to the boy guarding the door.

She leaned against the car, holding a lollipop in her mouth, thinking about the two of them just now.

"Miss, how are you?"

Lan Yue, the little maid who was serving her personally, ran over and looked at her expectantly.

Yin Xinyue was in a good mood. The lollipop pushed her cheeks into a rounded arc. Her big round eyes moved in an odd way. She crossed her arms over her chest:

"I'm quite satisfied with both."

The little maid Lan Yue's expression suddenly changed, and she leaned close to her ear to remind: "Miss, am I asking about Mr. Peng?"

Yin Xinyue was confused: "Can't I have both?"

The little maid Lan Yue was speechless. She faced Yin Xinyue's gaze and said hesitantly: "No...it can't be!"

Yin Xinyue frowned: "Why? Men can have three wives and four concubines, but I only want two?"

The little maid Lan Yue closed her mouth tightly.

Yin Xinyue continued to mind her own business and said:

"Peng Sanbian is tall, mighty and majestic, and the one beside him is handsome and handsome..."

The more she thought about it, the more shy she became, and she covered her hot cheeks:

"Oops! I just want to have both! It would hurt my heart to give up either one!"

The little maid Lan Yue lowered her head and silently complained about the young lady's greed in her heart.

But then she thought about it, she wouldn't be able to choose if it were her.

Well, if a man is too handsome, he can also embarrass a woman.

Lan Yue sighed sadly.

"But Mr. Peng is a wealthy businessman in Shanxi, and the man next to him seems to have an equally well-off family. The two of them will not agree to share the same wife, right?"

Another maid, Hongyu, rushed over. She heard Yin Xinyue's heroic words, thought about it seriously, and began to analyze the situation for her young lady.

Yin Xinyue nodded in agreement. She gently rubbed her chin and her expression became serious:

"My father is the only daughter. Why doesn't he leave a business as big as Crescent Hotel to me?"

"When I inherit the Crescent Hotel, then I can hire someone, won't it?"

Hongyu cheered: "Young lady is really a hero among women!"

"This...isn't this using one's power to bully others...to force...to force girls into prostitution?"

Lan Yue spoke tremblingly.

Two eyes fell on her at the same time.

Yin Xinyue and Hongyu stared at her expressionlessly.

Lan Yue pursed her lips in grievance and changed her words: "I made a mistake. The young lady just wants to give two men a home."

The lady just made the same mistake that every woman makes.