After leaving the Spiritual State, Song Qingshu headed east. The journey was boring. Sometimes, he sighed with emotion. Others thought he was traveling around the world and flirting with women, but only he knew how hard it was.
It was rare for him to live a peaceful life all year round, and he rarely got together with his female friends. He was always on the move. It was really better to be a martial arts master, who was free and unfettered.
However, he still had to do what he had to do. Now that he had participated in the game of Seize the Throne, there was no such thing as quitting halfway. The winner would take all, and the loser would be doomed eternally. Now, he was not only fighting for his dream, but also shouldering the lives of countless people.
After a day of traveling, when night fell, Song Qingshu found an inn in a nearby town to stay for the night. He threw a silver ingot on the counter and said, "Innkeeper, I want the Sky Room 1."
He didn't do this on purpose. After all, these so-called heavenly rooms sounded good, but in reality, the environment and conditions were just so-so. In his previous life, any of the better hotel rooms would be much better than this. In addition, he was used to living in the royal palace in this world, so ordinary inn rooms were naturally not good enough for him.
The guest rooms in this rural town were not good, so he simply asked for the best room, hoping that it wouldn't be too bad later.
Song QingShu had never been the kind of person to mistreat himself. After all, he now controlled a few powerful forces in the Central Plains, and he had even dug out quite a few treasures. Even though he was short of money sometimes, that was only when it came to the country. While the money needed to pay for a war was an astronomical figure, when it came to his personal expenses, he would not be able to finish spending it even if he lived for ten lifetimes.
The innkeeper looked greedily at the silver ingot in front of him and reluctantly returned it to Song Qingshu. "I'm sorry, sir, but the Sky Room 1 is already taken."
"Then I'll take Room 2." Song Qingshu didn't mind. This kind of situation happened from time to time.
The innkeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Room 2 is also taken."
Song Qingshu frowned slightly and said, "Then I'll take Room 3."
The innkeeper's face was wrinkled like a shriveled orange peel. "Number three is also reserved."
Song Qingshu's face darkened. "Don't tell me you want to rip me off because I don't look familiar to you?" This world was not like those historical dramas on TV. One had to know that the Sky Suite was very expensive for ordinary people. Not many people could afford it. In such a remote town, most of the people who came and went were poor travelers. Some of them were Jianghu people. They could not be considered rich. It was fine if one suite was booked, but how could three be booked at the same time?
"How would I dare to lie to you? There really is someone living here." In order to make his words more believable, the innkeeper hurriedly added, "The lady in Room 1 is wearing a veil. Although I can't see her face, she has an extremely beautiful figure. At first glance, I can tell that she is an outstanding beauty. All the women in the town added together can't compare to her. I don't know which family's young lady came out alone. But which decent family's young lady would come out alone? I see that her skin is rather fair. She doesn't look like someone from the Central Plains …"
Song Qingshu frowned. If it were a few years ago, he would indeed be interested. But now, he had countless female friends around him, and all of them were extremely beautiful. His taste had long been far better than that of ordinary people. How many beautiful women had the innkeeper seen in such a remote town? Most of the time, he would be shocked when he saw someone with a bit of beauty. What's more, he hadn't even seen her face.
Of course, the most important thing was that he had now felt the meaning of the word "responsibility". In addition, most of his thoughts were on his career, so he naturally wouldn't care about women.
The innkeeper was a master of observation. Noticing the impatience on his face, he immediately ended the gossip and continued, "The one in Room 2 is a wealthy businessman with a big belly. The one in Room 3 is a hunchback. I don't know what business his family does, but he actually has the money to live in a superior room."
He only briefly described the last two people, completely different from the previous description of Room 1. It seemed that the general public's interest in certain things had been like this for thousands of years.
Song Qingshu paid attention to the hunchback. His first thought was that Camel Mu Feng of the Northern Frontier. But then he suddenly remembered that he had died in the Convention of Ten Thousand Immortals. No matter how he thought about it, it seemed that there were no other famous hunchbacks in Jianghu.
"I really worry too much. How can there be so many powerful people in a small town?" Song Qingshu secretly laughed.
"In addition to Room 3, there is still Room 4. Young Master, do you want to make do with it?" The innkeeper also knew that the way he answered the questions just now was too infuriating, so he hurriedly took the initiative to remedy the situation.
Song Qingshu didn't have any objection. He couldn't be like those bullies in TV dramas and ask people to give up their rooms for him to live in. But seeing the innkeeper's unscrupulous face made him angry, so he took the ingot back and threw him a much smaller piece of silver.
"Waiter, take the Young Master to his room." Seeing that the fat meat in his mouth was gone, the innkeeper wanted to cry but had no tears. He thought that there were not many people staying in the Sky Room for a month, but today there were four of them. The key was that they were all gathered together. How good would it be if there was one every day?
The waiter took Song Qingshu to the room upstairs. The hardware and environment of the room was ordinary, but it could be considered clean. After putting down his luggage, which was actually just a change of clothes, he went downstairs and ordered a few side dishes. Then he poured himself a cup of wine and drank by himself. With his profound skills, he quickly heard the discussions of the surrounding drinkers.
"Have you heard? It seems that Mongolia is going to attack Xixia."
"It can't be. Isn't Mongolia on an expedition to the west?"
"Your news is too outdated. I heard that Mongolia has completed its expedition to the west. Now they are planning to attack the countries in the south, and Xixia is the first country to bear the brunt."
"No wonder Xixia suddenly wants to find a bride."
"Do you think that the Princess of Xixia is really that beautiful?"
"Princesses should be very beautiful. Think about it, the Emperor's women are all great beauties. How can their daughters not be beautiful?"
"It does make sense. But have any of you seen a princess with your own eyes?"
"If I had that kind of luck, would I still be here talking nonsense with you?"
…
Beside them, Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, there was no shortage of political experts everywhere. Many of their logic was the same as those people on the Internet in the future. However, many people in the future had seen the photos of the Qing Dynasty princesses and already understood the fact that not all princesses were beautiful.
After listening for a while and hearing nothing new, Song Qingshu deliberately sat downstairs for a while. In the end, nothing happened. He couldn't help but laugh. After all, this was not a martial arts RPG. How could something happen every time he came to the inn?
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