The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

At nightfall, Cheng Zailan made a final inspection around the inn, and asked his subordinates to take turns guarding the carriages, horses and food, before returning to the guest room with a rub of his brows.

Not long after sitting down, Zhong Xiang knocked on Cheng Zailan's door.

"Uncle Xiang, sit down, what's the matter?" Cheng Zailan raised his eyes slightly, looked at Zhong Xiang who was hesitant to speak, and poured two cups of tea.

Zhong Xiang looked hesitant, and finally said as if he made up his mind: "Master Shao, why do you want to go with Zai?"

Cheng Zailan smiled slightly, took a sip of tea, and said, "Uncle Xiang, you also saw that I didn't provoke Meng Qianxun."

"But..." Zhong Xiang frowned. He couldn't explain his feeling clearly. He always felt that the young master was indulging Meng Qianxun invisibly. A reasonable friendship, right?

"Uncle Xiang doesn't think it's right?" Seeing Zhong Xiang's doubts, Cheng Zailan made it clear.

Zhong Xiang nodded. This time escorting the disaster relief items was unpredictable along the way, and with the addition of a famous prime minister who did not follow common sense, it was not a good situation in any way!

Cheng Zailan put down the teacup in his hand, his expression turned serious, and he opened his lips and said, "Uncle Xiang really thought that Xuanyuan Jin would trust a merchant from Wulan Villa to handle the collection and escort of 40 taels of gold materials? The hardships and dangers on the road are not without Lanshan Villa can overcome it on its own, not to mention that when the disaster relief items are sent to Beiliao, will the imperial court let go of this opportunity to win the hearts of the people..."

"Master Young said that Meng Qianxun is here to spy on us?!" Zhong Xiang's eyes were filled with anger.

Cheng Zailan shook his head, "Not necessarily, maybe it's more about helping us."

"Just the three of them? Help us?..." Zhong Xiang satirized disdainfully.

Cheng Zailan coughed lightly and pointed out a fact: "Uncle Xiang, Meng Qianxun is the prime minister of the Jinshuo Dynasty."

"..."

Zhong Xiang was dumbfounded immediately. With such an image, it was easy for people to ignore the illustrious identity of Meng Qianxun, and was so embarrassed that Zhong Xiang got up to leave, saying: "Young Master, feel free to rest tonight. I will watch outside, and nothing will happen. of."

"Uncle Xiang, please." Cheng Zailan nodded calmly.

After closing the door again, Cheng Zailan listened attentively to the movement in the room next door. When he entered the door just now, he found that the light in the room next door had been turned off. It's too early at this hour, right?

Shrugging his shoulders, Cheng Zailan thought to himself that he was worrying too much, after all, the inn is not as good as the prime minister's mansion, and he can sing and dance until midnight.

After washing up, Cheng Zailan also fell into bed and fell asleep. The air in the midsummer night was slightly stuffy, and the guest room was built in a four-fold layout. It was warm in winter, but a bit stuffy in summer.

——"Red beans are very important! Without red beans, who will warm my bed at night!"

Suddenly, a sentence from Meng Qianxun during the day flashed in Cheng Zalan's mind, and he thought: Meng Qianxun, you can really make nonsense, just in this weather, you still warm the bed!

Inadvertently, Cheng Zailan had a helpless, shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, and gradually fell asleep...

Xia Ye is very sleepy, Cheng Zailan has practiced martial arts since he was a child, his breath is steady and long, but he always maintains three points of sobriety.

Outside the door, there were slight footsteps and voices. In the darkness, Cheng Zailan opened his eyes, and he saw a bamboo tube from the side, piercing the wallpaper and blowing in misty smoke...

Holding his breath, Cheng Zailan closed his eyes and watched the situation quietly.

"Boss, after so long, it should be okay, right?"

"hold on……"

After a while, the door latch was pried open from the outside, and four or five footsteps sneaked into the room.

"Damn, these people are all troublesome. I obviously don't like men, so I feel itchy no matter how I look..."

"Ah Cheng, I'd rather be murderous than lustful, otherwise I won't even know how to die..."

"I still understand this... It's been so long, the two next door should be out of their minds, hehe..."

"It must be done, Ah Cheng, we have to hurry..."

As he said that, under the faint shadow of the lamp, a man with a ferocious face raised the dagger in his hand, and stabbed fiercely at the bed...

When Cheng Zailan heard "the two next door", he was startled suddenly, the scourge will last for thousands of years, Meng Qianxun shouldn't die so easily, right?

The sharp eyes opened suddenly, moving like rabbits, Cheng Zailan suddenly pulled up from the bed, snatched the dagger that was piercing his heart like lightning, and slapped it with his right hand, the four people in the room were stunned and couldn't move.

With a cold snort, Cheng Zailan dropped the dagger in his hand, ran out of the room in a hurry, and turned to the next door...