Zhao Rang got up and went to the second floor. There was only one room upstairs, and the bathroom was in the bedroom. The girl from the Western Region opened the bathroom door, and the steam inside was steaming.
He took off his blouse and threw it on the bed, took the black lacquered gold box from the girl's hand, and said to her:
"Okay, go ahead!"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then bowed to Zhao Rang and stepped away.
Zhao Rang has no use for anything in the box. As long as the water is hot enough, he feels very comfortable.
He took off his naked body three times, and then jumped into the bathtub, and the water inside filled out with a "splash".
Putting a towel behind his head, Zhao Rang lay flat in it, looking at the bathroom mirror with dull eyes, and took a long breath.
The hot water relaxed his whole body, not only physically but also mentally.
It wasn't until the water temperature dropped a little that Zhao Rang reluctantly got out of the tub.
He felt that his body suddenly became very heavy, but the fatigue had indeed disappeared a lot. After roughly wiping it with a towel, Zhao Rang walked out of the bathroom and prepared to change into clean and fresh clothes.
Zhao Rang's luggage was placed on the bedside cabinet, but there was a set of new clothes neatly stacked on the bed. Western style, exquisite workmanship, and a pair of top-grain calfskin short boots next to it.
Just after he came out of the hot water, Zhao Rang's mind was spinning a little slowly.
After thinking for a moment, I realized that this should be prepared by the "Qingshanke" Inn. After all, when we checked into the room, the waiter said that the room fee included food and drink expenses for each day, so the new clothes were naturally reasonable.
After thinking about it, Zhao Rang decided to wear the new Western Region-style clothes prepared by the inn.
Now that we have gone deep into the Western Region, if we still dress like a powerful person from beginning to end, we will attract attention wherever we go. As the saying goes, do as the Romans do when you are in the country. Anyway, I will go to the busiest market in Danye Kingdom later and change into Western-style clothes to better suit the occasion.
I have to say that the service provided by "Qingshanke" is quite good!
The clothes are cut to a very decent size when worn on the body, as if they were tailor-made. This kind of craftsmanship can only be accomplished by a few garment shops that have been passed down for several generations in the northern part of Dawei.
Finally putting on his short boots, Zhao Rang stomped on the ground a few times. The soles of the boots are very soft, and they feel very comfortable when walking, without any of the awkwardness of new shoes.
Looking at the blouse thrown on the bed, it was dirty. Zhao Rang immediately felt disgusted... The clothes were not as good as new. This was indeed true.
But if he didn't wear a smock, his new black steel knife would have nowhere to put it. The knife that Shang Shiyi gave him still had no scabbard. If it was just hanging on his waist, it would be too eye-catching. No matter who saw him, they would probably not be able to help but stare at the knife on his waist. Look twice at knives without scabbards.
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Rang decided to wear this blouse.
After wetting the towel, he wiped off the obvious mud stains on his smock, then wrapped the black steel knife with it and put it on his forearm.
The guide said that everything can be sold in the black streets, so it shouldn't be difficult to put a scabbard on this knife.
Coming down from upstairs, I saw the girl from the Western Region standing in the middle of the main hall.
Zhao Rang asked her to leave before, but she didn't leave. I didn't know if it was the rule here, so Zhao Rang didn't ask any more questions.
The girl saw that he had come down fully dressed, and picked up a fruit plate on the table with both hands.
"Is this a fruit from the Western Regions?"
Zhao Rang asked.
Because there is less rain and longer days in the Western Region, the fruits produced in the Western Region are much sweeter than those in Dawei.
Picking up a piece of watermelon, Zhao Rang ate it in two bites. The refreshing sweetness flows straight down and immediately relieves the slightly dry throat after taking a bath just now.
"Yes, the watermelon you eat comes from the owner's orchard!"
Zhao Rang ate three pieces in a row and felt his stomach was slightly bloated. Then he stopped, raised his head and asked:
"Does your master still have an orchard?"
The girl from the Western Region replied very proudly:
"The owner has many properties, including inns, wine shops, restaurants, orchards, and the most famous one is the horse farm!"
Zhao Rang nodded and said:
"Well, Sunset Racecourse is also extremely famous in Dawei! The horses they produce are of extremely high quality!"
Hearing Zhao Rang praise her master's property, the girl from the Western Region became even closer to Zhao Rang.
He originally wanted to eat another piece of watermelon, but Zhao Rang was afraid that he would eat too much. If he saw something delicious and delicious on the black street, there would be no room in his stomach for it. I could only swallow, forcibly refraining from looking at the fruit plate again, and then walked into the courtyard with my hands behind my back.
As soon as I opened the door, I heard Ximen shouting in a loud voice:
"This watermelon is so fucking amazing! I've never tasted anything so sweet!"
Zhao Rang walked to the courtyard where he was and saw a thick pile of melon rinds placed in front of him on the table.
"Eat less! Otherwise, where will you pack the other delicious food later?"
Ximen Dazhuang swallowed a piece in one gulp, ignoring the watermelon seeds stuck to his face, patted his belly with a smile and said:
"Brother Rang, mine is bigger than yours! Even if you eat a whole watermelon, there is still room to hold three kilograms of wine!"
Zhao Rang was very disdainful of these words, but he could not deny that what Ximen Dazhuang said was true.
If he had such a strong body, he would have eaten all the watermelon in the fruit plate just now.
"Any more? Bring some more!"
What Zhao Rang failed to do, his good brother Ximen Dazhuang did it for him. The fruit plate was bottomed out, and there was nothing left. He hadn't eaten enough yet, so he asked the girl from the Western Region who was accompanying him to cut another plate of watermelon.
"No need to take it anymore, just eat mine!"
Yuan Mingkong strode over with his entourage, and the fruit plate in the girl's hand didn't even move.
Zhao Rang asked in surprise:
"Why don't you eat?"
Yuan Mingkong looked embarrassed, shook his head and said:
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't have the luck!"
Then he sighed again, looked at the cloudless sky, and continued:
"I've had this problem since I was a child. Whenever I eat fruit, even if it's just one bite, it starts in my mouth, and then it feels like ten thousand bugs are biting me all over my body. It's extremely itchy!"
Zhao Rang was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard about such a special problem!
"Then what?"
Yuan Mingkong spread his hands and said:
"Then I feel uncomfortable! No matter how I rinse my mouth, it doesn't work. I can only wait for this wave of stress to pass by itself."
Unlike Zhao Rang's surprise, Ximen Dazhuang had already reached out to take Yuan Mingkong's fruit plate and started eating.
When the fruit plate bottomed out again, Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also packed up.
Without exception, they all wore new Western-style clothes provided by the "Qingshan Ke". Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin also brought complete sets of jewelry. At first glance, they looked no different from the girls from the Western Regions who were accompanying them.
"Haha, it turns out everyone is wearing them."
"Brother Rang, why are you still wearing a smock?"
Zhao Rang took off the blouse on his forearm, revealing an inch of sharpness inside, and replied:
"Because you asked me to carry a knife!"
In the Qingshan Guest Hall, the guide has been here for a while.
"My lords, I was worried about the long journey, so I hired a carriage on my own initiative. If I didn't use it, I would send him away."
It was in the afternoon, Zhao Rang looked at the sun outside, it was very bright.
For a martial artist, walking is not a scary thing. But the two girls, Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin, might be afraid of the sun. So Zhao Rang did not answer immediately, but turned his attention to Ye Sanniang.
"It doesn't matter whether you leave or not, Kexin and I are going to take a carriage anyway!"
Zhao Rang said jokingly:
"Is it possible that the Grand Master is also afraid of the sun?"
Ye Sanniang replied seriously:
"I'm not afraid of the sun, I'm afraid of aging! You rough men... don't know that the sun is so strong. If you expose your face to the sun, you will age several years immediately!"
Zhao Rang curled his lips in disapproval.
On the contrary, he felt that men were more vicissitudes of life and more energetic!
Just as he was about to suggest that the three of them walk over, they discovered that Ximen Dazhuang and Yuan Mingkong had already boarded the carriage before Ye Sanniang and Yuan Kexin!
The road in Shanye King City is relatively smooth, and the dust here is much smaller than that in Lanmo Kingdom. The horse-drawn carriage flew by without any impact on the vendors and shops on the street.
Walking along the straight road to the end, the coachman shouted, tightened the reins, and the pulling horse turned and dived into a narrow alley.
Zhao Rang tensed up subconsciously. His right hand had already reached into his blouse and held the handle of the knife.
Fortunately, the alley was very short and the carriage was very fast. After a while, it suddenly became clear again.
The coachman shouted again, and the horse stopped obediently. The guide opened the door and said:
"Masters, we are here!"
Looking in the direction pointed by the guide, there was nothing special about the intersection of this street. Zhao Rang looked at the ground specifically and found that the color was indeed much darker than the streets he had just walked through.
"Is this a dark street?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked.
He felt it was a bit unremarkable, not even as lively as Chagan Tologai!
The guide explained:
"Master, don't worry, the bustle of the black streets only lasts for more than an hour when the sun sets in the west!"
Ximen Dazhuang was noncommittal, but Zhao Rang had already seen the difference in this street.
The buildings are layered on top of each other, but very irregular. But if you put yourself in these buildings, you will find that the positions of their windows are very particular.
Walking in from the street entrance, all the windows on the dark street are staring at each other, with no blind spots between them.
In other words, as long as you stand upstairs, no matter what happens below, you will be clearly seen from the side, and then they will be relayed in turn until the end.
Such planning is definitely not accidental, but deliberate.
From the moment the carriage they were riding in stopped, Zhao Rang saw figures flashing behind at least three windows. This shows that anyone who steps into this street has been registered. It is absolutely impossible to do it silently.
However, Zhao Rang then thought about it and realized that he came to the black street just to eat, drink, have fun and watch the excitement. He neither caused trouble nor made any noise, but instead gave them money. It doesn't matter whether you register or not.
