Chapter 340 Reviews For 340.

Before dark, people finally arrived at the inn outside Shanhuai County.

The independent inn stands tall and does not seem luxurious, but there is such an inn in this wilderness in the mountains and forests, which is a luxury!

Moro took the lead in the carriage, the head is also much sober, a horse quickly into the inn, the foot into the door, shouting and drinking the shop two.

"Quickly, a few pots of upper-class daughters red."

The second shop rushed to meet up, and the towel was wiped on the table: "Good, sir, you wait a little, come soon!"

The treasurer of the inn is dialing behind the counter, fingers dialed one after the other.

Slip very well!

Very flexible!

Hearing the movement, his wealth-fans' eyes were raised outside the door, and he saw a line of people dressed in costumes, especially the carriage at the front, which seemed simple, but the above material was not ordinary!

Just say that the curtain cloth is the best brocade!

Not what a big family is!

The treasurer's eyes suddenly reflected a golden light, threw away the unscheduled abacus, carried the robe, haled, smiled around the counter in front of the room, and greeted the people outside ass.

Enthusiastic: "Oh, how many gentlemen want to stay in the store?"The shop is a white-year-old brand, the merchants who have walked here, the candidates, your children... all lived here, here are excellent rooms, excellent meals, and excellent wine, it is definitely the best inn in the circle of ten miles, you can be regarded as the right place, fast, please.

That word is great!

No way to convince!

Jingrong sideways to him, did not put his words in, ordered his subordinates to pull the carriage to the back of the inn to feed the horse, and waited for Ji Yunshu to get off the carriage.

The treasurer stood on the side, rubbed his hands, and fantasized about killing a good sum.

Behind the carriage, Ji Wanxin was the first to dismount, Ji Yunshu and Wei Wei behind him.

That kid, you’ll still be holding your arm.

It’s a little “you” look like.

Mrs. Xie also came down from the back of the carriage, which had probably never been in for so long, and was not comfortable coming in.

Ji Wanxin quickly came forward to care: "Thanks to Grandmother, are you okay?"

"I'm all right."

"Let's go in and rest."

“Well.”

Thank you, I am powerless!

He said nothing, but his eyes secretly looked at Ji Yunshu and Wei, and then took the people in.

The treasurer is also tacitly introducing his inn next to him!

Not happy to say!

She went upstairs to rest, and everyone sat on the first floor.

The whole inn was deserted, and there were basically few guests.

Moru sat alone at a table with a wine pot in his hand and drank very pleasantly.

Jingrong, Ji Yunshu, Wei Yi and Ji Wanxin sat at a table.

Soon, the food arrived.

In the mountains, everything is there, chicken, duck and fish meat, everything.

The manager is introduced next to a dish.

The guard pointed to a chicken and asked, “What is this?”

The manager replied, “This is the chicken!”

“What chicken?”

“The chicken!”

“Why is it called chicken?”The guards paw with chopsticks!

The treasurer continued: "Because the chicken's body is wuth."

“Then why U?”

"Because he was born."

“Why was it born?”

“...”

The treasurer was speechless, quickly wiped his sweat with his sleeves, and he was half-sounding, and he did not think of the words to pick it up.

Is this guy coming to the monkey to invite?

Today, he was in a slip of his mouth, and he was speechless.

He stared at him with a longing face, waiting for the answer.

Ji Yunshu really couldn't help but laugh, and he played the round field for the treasurer's, and said, "Weaver, this chicken is so tanned."

Hip-

The opposite view did not hold back for a while, and instantly snorted.

He laughed, but he just laughed, and he covered his fingers.

There is indeed a beautyous movement!

For Ji Yunshu's answer, Wei Yi seemed to understand, nodded: "Oh, I understand, or Shuer is the smartest."

Of course, he still did not forget to dismiss the treasurer: "You see you, so stupid, even this one does not know, I now know, the original chicken is tanned, you also have to remember, next time can not talk nonsense, otherwise others will laugh at you."

Where dare the treasurer argue with this stupid guy?

Hurry to the waist and nod: "Yes, the boy said."

He grinned and began to eat.

Jingrong also waved to the treasurer: "Go down and let the food go upstairs to the woman."

“Yes.”

Hurry up!

Without the hustle and bustle of the table, the table was much quieter.

The scene clamped a muscle, put it in Jiyun Shu's bowl, and said, "Eat more, after all, the muscles tanned by the sun are more chewy."

It means to laugh!

Ji Yunshu did not return, and he took a bite of chicken.

Wei Wei saw the appearance, also caught a piece of chicken to Jiyun Shu bowl, with a big boy-like smile, said: "Shuer, you eat more, the mother said, a lot of sun, good for the body, so this chicken must be very nutritious."

She smokes, she shouldn’t lie!

I’m really worried about “poisoning” too much.

Then the scene then sandwiched a piece of meat for Ji Yunshu, and the guard was then sandwiched.

End of again!

The bowl of Ji Yunshu was filled in less than a moment.

Naturally, Ji Wanxin was naturally snubbed!

Moro, who was sitting at the other table, looked this way, smiled, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, provoked a chopstick, and tapped the porcelain bowl in front of him.

I got a face and started reading poetry.

"The moon last month, Mingming, water is also water, wind to wind, an inch in the forest, thousands of miles, looking at three people into a seat, the beauty of the cloud do not know..."

Good to read!

This poem may not be understood by others, but those who understand something can understand that if this is a three-member table in the cover of the defense, scenery and Ji Yunshu, the beauty of Ji Wanxin has become a person next to him.

Soon, the meal was gone.

It was getting dark and everyone was tired.

So they went back to each house and found their own bed to sleep.

Because of the fear that something will happen to one person in one room, the person who sleeps with him has become a berth of a lying gun.

The defender may have become accustomed to it, not as far as the last time, but accepted with joy, pulled into the house, and began to talk about what he experienced during the Yuhua Pavilion.

Luang berthed hands with his chest, his arms were still holding a sword, leaning against the door, staring at the defender to tell the "story".