The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 277: Tacun Inn

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"It's... not convenient for them, they fell asleep," Chen Qingxuan struggled to express his words, and while placing the tray on the table, he said to Grandma Chen in a deep voice, "Forget it, let them have a good sleep. Go to sleep and heat up the medicine for her to drink tomorrow morning."

"How can he sleep in the house?" Grandma Chen frowned suddenly and walked towards the room behind her, still mumbling, "Although he is an elder, he is still a man. Ah, and I see that he is not very young, why don’t he know how to avoid suspicion? No, I have to wake him up..."

"Grandma!" Chen Qingxuan suddenly grabbed Grandma Chen. He didn't know how to speak, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his tone. After a pause, he said to Grandma Chen, "Yes. I asked him to rest in the room. His legs and feet were so badly injured that if he walked back, his legs would be seriously injured. As you know, my bed is very big. Even if they fell asleep together, it would be okay. , please don’t go in and cause trouble..."

"How can it be nothing? Qingxuan, you have lost your mind from studying? That girl is only seventeen! It is the age when you should avoid suspicion," Grandma Chen said with a look of disapproval, while going to push the door open again, " Besides, even if you asked him to live here, how could he have the nerve to actually live here? As an elder, how could he be so confused..."

"Grandma! Let me beg you!" Chen Qingxuan was almost speechless. He grabbed Grandma Chen and pulled her into the kitchen. While he was so busy, he pretended to be pitiful and said, "Grandma, I have been busy here. It's been a whole day, and I haven't even had time to eat a hot meal. Can you just take pity on my grandson? Make me a bowl of noodles now! Please!"

"Oh! Grandma is going to cook noodles for you now!" Her beloved grandson shouted that he was hungry. Grandma Chen was so busy that she started making noodles. Naturally, she couldn't remember anything about the defense between men and women. .

Chen Qingxuan looked at Grandma Chen who was busy in the kitchen, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. He left the kitchen and walked towards the outer hall. When he passed the closed door, He couldn't help but stop again. He stared at the door for a long time, and then walked away.

……

The eighth day of the first lunar month in the 33rd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

Pang Yi and Xiao An finally arrived at Chenjiatun early this morning.

The carriage was driving on the deserted streets. One of the two people was sitting in the carriage, and the other was sitting outside the carriage. Neither of them had anything to say. Except for the clear sound of whips, there was no sound.

Pang Yi looked at the white world in front of him and felt a little dazed. He had been to this place before, but the last time he came, he galloped all the way without taking a good look at the small street. He went up the mountain, but this time, he walked extremely slowly on the same small street.

"Call!"

The carriage stopped in front of the only open inn on the street called Ta Cun. Pang Yi jumped off the carriage, went over and patted the carriage door gently: "Madam, get off the car."

After a pause, the carved carriage door was pushed open from the inside, revealing Xiao An's calm and haggard face. She looked at Pang Yi and then looked at the unfamiliar and depressed street in front of her. , while slowly speaking: "Is this right here?"

It was obviously a question, but it was also clear that no one was expecting an answer.

Pang Yi didn't speak, and silently stretched out his hand to Xiao An. Xiao An stared blankly at the man's hand stretched out in front of her. This hand was really big, wide and big. The fingers are still long, the joints are thick and distinct, and the calluses on the hand make the hand extremely rough, but the bulging blood vessels on it also show a strong masculine flavor.

With such hands, you can tell at a glance that they are weather-beaten and used to holding swords and horse reins. They are not at all like the hands of the noble young master who started the capital. They are as white as jade and gently shake the paper fan, showing his style. Tasteful.

……

"Sir, do you want to work in a hotel or stay in a hotel?" The waiter came out with a festive and enthusiastic smile.

Pang Yi didn't speak, and kept his head lowered silently, like a wooden stake. It wasn't until he felt the warmth and smoothness on the back of his hand that his wooden stake finally responded. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and then bowed He helped Xiao An out of the carriage. As soon as his little feet stood firm, the weight on the back of his hands disappeared. Pang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he stood up straight.

"Stay in the hotel." Pang Yi said to the waiter.