Chapter 70: The spiritual pressure is so terrifying. Fang
Bi calmly picked up a soup dumpling, opened the window to drink the soup, and nodded: "Yeah, it's delicious."
He completely ignored the words He Ping and Bianliang. .
Xue Ling was really shocked.
Bianliang soup dumplings are very famous.
But Bianliang is almost two to three hundred miles away from Luocheng. Even if it is six hundred miles with a fast horse, it will take a whole day to go back and forth.
The last time Sister Ping saw her yesterday was Youshi, and now it is 3:30. In other words, during the eight hours from Youshi to Sishi, Sister Ping ran to Bianliang overnight to buy soup dumplings and came back. ?
Even the soup dumplings are still hot?
What kind of magical speed is this?
Of course, with Xue Ling's imagination, she could not imagine that He Ping actually went to Bianliang first to find Lady Die and kill her, and then went to Bianliang. Even the shops were not open because she went there early, so she said that in the city wall I slept in the moonlight for half the night.
Yes – this is something no sane person could imagine.
"Why did Sister Ping suddenly want to buy soup dumplings in Bianliang?" Xue Ling asked tentatively.
And the soup dumplings are still hot after buying them. What kind of magical speed is this? "I heard others talk about it." He Ping said lightly, gently uncovered it, and then looked at Fang Bie
: "What happened last night?"
The matter was roughly explained in detail. Although it was brief, it was very complete and concise.
He Ping nodded: "Where's the gold?"
Fang Bie seemed to be prepared. He took out the gold and put it on the table. He Ping picked it up and weighed it, then nodded with satisfaction: "Well done."
Xue Ling looked at it. I'm stunned - so you don't plan to punish Fang Bu?
It was obvious that such an outrageous guest had been let in.
Is this for the sake of protection money?
"Where's the Dragon Boat Festival?" He Ping continued to ask.
The proprietress's attitude of trying to regain control of the situation as soon as she came back made Xue Ling feel a little ashamed: "He is still resting in the guest room. Fang Bu has already put a wig on him. I plan to tell him some basic information after he wakes up." As for what happened
. The basic situation will be determined based on the state of awakening during the Dragon Boat Festival.
He Ping nodded and touched Xue Ling's head: "Then you eat first, and remember to go see the Dragon Boat Festival later."
With that said, He Ping walked upstairs by herself, and Xue Ling was a little surprised: "Sister Ping, you Are you going?"
"I'm going to see the guests." He Ping turned around and said calmly.
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Since there was only one bed in the guest room, Ningxia had no intention of letting Fang Bie add an extra bed. When the only bed was occupied by Hei Wu, Ningxia just slept on the table in the guest room for the whole night. .
Fortunately, the wine was very sweet and delicious, and Ningxia actually slept well. However, when the sunlight filtered through the window lattice, Ningxia had not yet fully woken up.
At this time, there was a quiet knock on the door.
It was a very calm and rhythmic knock, neither light nor heavy, and the interval between each knock was almost as precise as measured with an hourglass.
"Who?" Ning Xia looked at the door. In fact, she didn't even take off her clothes and was in a light sleep.
After all, she was caring for the wounded.
"I, He Ping." He Ping's voice came quietly from outside the door, cold and plain: "The owner of this inn." "I
heard that a new guest checked in last night. I wanted to ask how your stay was. For Are you satisfied with the store?"
Ningxia was stunned for a moment before replying: "Very satisfied, the service is very considerate."
"Can I come in?" He Ping continued to ask outside the door.
Ningxia thought for a moment before saying, "Come in."
He Ping opened the door and entered - just like all inns, in addition to the tenants having their own keys to the guest rooms, the owner naturally has his own spare key.
The two people looked at each other at the door.
He Ping was wearing emerald green clothes and was dusty, but she didn't look tired. Her beard was like ink, her eyes were like stars, and she looked at Ningxia with a smile: "Isn't the girl from China?" Ningxia had not seen it all night
. After undressing, she was not originally wearing Central Plains clothes, and her appearance and hair color were completely different from those in the middle. She smiled and said: "The boss lady looks so beautiful, I am ashamed of myself." "The girl is so beautiful."
He Ping said with a smile, then looked at Hei Wu on the bed: "May I ask who this girl is?" "
He is my cousin. He was doing business with others in China and was deceived out of his money. He was also seriously ill. , Fortunately, I saved my life when I met him." Ningxia Zhangkou came right away without any hesitation.
He Ping nodded, then moved lightly to Hei Wu on the bed, reached out and touched Hei Wu's forehead, then smiled: "It looks like the fever has subsided."
Hei Wu remained motionless under He Ping's hand. , as if falling asleep.
Ningxia couldn't help but tensed up and said, "Yes, he slept all night and ate something, and his condition got much better." "Life is not easy." He Ping nodded and said softly, "Let
him Take good care of yourself, and then go back to the Western Regions."
Ningxia nodded in agreement, and He Ping turned around and left. When she reached the door, she turned back and smiled: "Xiaohun Inn, you feel at home." "
You can rest assured when you come here. Just stay here to recover."
After saying this, He Ping closed the door and left.
Ning Xia felt cold sweat soaking her back.
When He Ping's footsteps left, Ning Xia said in a trembling voice: "Who is she?"
In the previous conversation with Ning Xia, this woman in green was one and the same from head to tail, and it was impossible to find her. At least half a flaw.
It even made Ning Xia feel like she was in a wrong situation. If she dared to attack her, she would die on the spot and there would definitely be no chance of survival.
This terrible feeling had never happened to Ningxia before when she faced her master, the miserable old man.
Under her hands, Hei Wu was as quiet as a quail.
"I don't know." Heiwu's voice sounded hoarse, and there was even a taste of blood in his throat.
Just now under He Ping's hands, he had to fight hard to restrain his desire to take action, so much so that blood bubbles appeared in his lungs. At this time, they were slowly rising into his mouth, and then he swallowed them again.
"There are such terrible people in the Central Plains."
Ning Xia nodded blankly.
"But she said we can live here?"
"Probably to show off." Heiwu said quietly.
"She came here probably to warn us not to cause trouble here."
Heiwu looked at the ceiling and sighed: "People like her are still in cages."
"When will I be able to escape from this cage?"
Ning Xia stood up and looked out the window.
The voice sounded firmly: "There will be a day."
(End of Chapter)