Chapter 18： A room of drama

"What are you laughing at, Uncle?" Mrs. Hu gave him a strange look.

"It's nothing," Song Qingshu didn't have the guts to tell her. He changed the subject and asked, "Sister-in-law, you fought Murong Jingyue before, and he said that you seem to be from the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

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

"Sister-in-law, do you know her name, is she Lin Chaoying?" Song Qingshu asked hastily.

Mrs. Hu shook her head, secretly wondering why my uncle knew so much about the Ancient Tomb Sect, "Lin Chaoying is my patriarch and mother-in-law. I don't know what the master's name is."

Song Qingshu's face brightened immediately, and he thought that if Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou knew that there was such a senior sister, they didn't know how they would react.

The two of them traveled all the way, and seeing that they were going to 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, two rooms." Hearing Song Qingshu's call, the shopkeeper looked up at the two of them, and put on a smiley face: "I'm really sorry, there is only one room here now. Why don't you just let it go? "

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

"Ma'am, we are the only inn in this town. Now that the gate of Gusu City is closed, other inns are only found in neighboring towns hundreds of miles away." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

"Let's look for it." Song Qingshu felt that the shopkeeper's words were not true, and he was a little suspicious.

"Forget it, here it is." Mrs. Hu said absently.

"Xiao Er, send this lady up first." The shopkeeper held Song Qingshu back and said quietly, "My lord, please stay and let me know if I have something to do."

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

Song Qingshu's eyes widened: "You are stealing money, it clearly says one tael per room."

The shopkeeper was not angry, and smiled: "My lord, do you really think that there is only one room in such a big inn like ours? Didn't you see you alone and widows on the road together, and create opportunities for you? Can you seize it?" It's up to you."

"Is this okay?" Song Qingshu was shocked immediately.

"Hey," the shopkeeper smiled strangely, "Otherwise, you think there are so many inns in Jianghu, why there is only one room left when lonely men and widows are lodging? This is our business rule, son, if the money is gone, you can earn more money." , but a beautiful woman is hard to come by."

Song Qingshu was overwhelmed with admiration, and willingly handed over ten taels of silver, "The first person who came up with this marketing strategy is really a genius!"

"What did the shopkeeper tell you just now?" Seeing Song Qingshu returning to the house, Mrs. Hu asked suspiciously.

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

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

"It doesn't matter, I'm a man anyway, so I can stand it." It's not that Song Qingshu didn't want to sleep on the bed, but he knew it was impossible, so he had to bite the bullet and lay a mat on the floor to sleep.

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

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Mrs. Hu was suddenly awakened by some rustling sounds. She opened her eyes and saw Song Qingshu lying on the ground huddled up, trembling all over, with veins in her arms exposed, tightly clutching the quilt.

Madam Hu knew that people who had been wounded by a knife would feel sore and painful in the wind and rain. What's more, Song Qingshu, whose meridians had been cut off all over his body, saw that he was in such pain, and bit his lips tightly, unwilling to make a sound. Feeling: my uncle is really a gentleman.

Because of the invasion of the cold air on the ground, Song Qingshu was indeed in pain, but there was a trace of stubbornness in his heart, so what if Mrs. Hu knew about it? It's better to bear it silently like a man.

"Uncle, come and sleep on the bed." Madam Hu's soft voice came from behind.

Song Qingshu stared at her blankly: "How can this be done! Sister-in-law, leave me alone, I can stand it."

"Why are you on your way tomorrow?" Mrs. Hu pressed his vest and sent a burst of anger, "Don't be coy, I'm not afraid of a woman, what are you afraid of? As long as we have a clear conscience, it's fine ?"

Although Song Qingshu is proud, he is not a fool. He has already talked about this, so how can he refuse.

Trembling all the way to the bed, Song Qingshu slipped into the bed, only to feel a warm fragrance coming over him, he even forgot the pain in his body for a while.

Madam Hu saw that he went straight to the bed she had slept in just now, her pretty face was flushed, she hesitated for a moment, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Uncle, you slept under my bed."

Song Qingshu was embarrassed to find that his quilt was still on the floor, and quickly realized that Mrs. Hu's letting him sleep on the bed was already the greatest gift, how could she agree to sleep in the same quilt with him?

With an embarrassing smile, when Song Qingshu ran down to bring the quilt back, Mrs. Hu was already wrapped in the quilt, and fell asleep with her back turned to him. Song Qingshu slowly lay down beside her, touching her body a few times on the way, Mrs. Hu's body They all trembled slightly.

Different from Zhou Zhiruo's betrayal, Mrs. Hu was as clear as glass, and treated her very well. Song Qingshu didn't dare to make more mistakes and use those dirty methods to deal with her.

Smelling the indistinct fragrance from the beautiful woman's hair, Song Qingshu's spirit slowly relaxed, and the feeling of pain gradually calmed down, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after.

The next day Song Qingshu woke up, touched the side, the beauty was no longer there, sat up in shock, and saw Mrs. Hu looking at him with a half-smile.

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

Mrs. Hu nodded lightly, noticing his action just now, secretly annoyed in her heart: last night he put his hands on her body and touched her body many times, if she hadn't used her true energy to find out that he was just an unconscious behavior after a deep sleep, she must have turned her face up.

Seeing Mrs. Hu's angry eyes, Song Qingshu felt guilty, and lowered his head to recall the dream he had last night. In the dream, Mrs. Hu was lying under him shyly...

After it was too early, the two went to look for Yanziwu. Song Qingshu knew that Shenhe Village was about tens of miles west of Gusu City, so he took Mrs. Hu straight to look for it, but it was a pity that he had never heard of this place even after asking dozens of people. Mrs. Hu's heart was shaken, could it be that she was going in the wrong direction, but Song Qingshu said confidently that she was right.