MTL - To Hold One’s Joy-Chapter 44 reliable guard

  Chapter 44 Reliable Guard

   There are hot water baths and hot meals. Compared with what happened in the ruined temple, this is simply heaven.

  Luo Sheng had a fairly solid sleep, washed up and walked out of the room.

  Sheng Saburo was already waiting outside, and his eyes were blue.

   "Cousin didn't sleep well?"

  Sheng Saburo quickly denied: "Why didn't I sleep well, I slept soundly last night."

   I didn't expect Cousin Luo to look so energetic, it seemed that he couldn't stand the trouble at all.

  Looking quietly at the girl's fair and ruddy face, Sheng Sanlang sighed in admiration: After all, she is the cousin who tore off King Kaiyang's belt without changing her face. She is much calmer than him when things happen.

  Luo Sheng is indeed more calm than Sheng Sanlang.

  Resurrected from the dead, the catastrophe of destroying the family, she can still hold on to herself under such an impact. Compared with what happened in the ruined temple yesterday, it is nothing.

   "Where is cousin going to have breakfast?" Thinking about the shock Sheng Saburo received yesterday, Luo Sheng felt that he should make up for the innocent and troubled boy.

   "Just eat something casually in the lobby of the inn. After eating, we will go to the Escort Bureau to hire people, and hurry up while the weather is still early, so that we can rush to the next town before dark."

  Luo Sheng nodded: "Then let's have dinner at the inn."

   Several people came to the lobby and found that many people were already seated.

Scallion pancakes sprinkled with sesame seeds, golden fried glutinous rice balls, soup noodles with red oil, clear and white Yangchun noodles, the aroma of various foods intertwined and rushed to the face, which immediately lifted the sleepy boy's spirits .

   "Cousin, let's sit by the window."

   There were only five people left in the group, and they didn't pay attention to any respect. They sat around the table by the window, and soon all kinds of food were served.

  Luo Sheng ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles and ate slowly.

  Noodles with only a pinch of scallion added, the soup is a bit perfunctory, and it tastes like a clear soup with little water and no taste.

  Sheng Saburo also had a bowl of Yangchun noodles in front of him, and he couldn't help frowning after eating with chopsticks.

  This noodle is a bit unpalatable.

  He glanced at Luo Sheng quietly, seeing that although the other party was eating slowly, he had already eaten less than half of a bowl of noodles, and asked wonderingly: "What do you think of this noodle, cousin?"

  Luo Sheng wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said concisely: "It's unpalatable."

  Sheng Saburo was silent, and began to eat.

  As long as there is no problem with his sense of taste, it will be fine. If it tastes bad, it will be bad. He can't be more picky than his cousin, a girl.

   "I'll make noodles for my cousin when I come back." Seeing the boy buried in the noodles, Luo Sheng said softly.

   This hunt is aimed at Miss Luo, and Sheng Sanlang has suffered an innocent disaster, so let's comfort him with delicious food.

  Sheng Saburo's face buried in the bowl suddenly lifted up, as if it could glow: "Really?"

   "Of course I won't lie to my cousin."

   There is a beggar's elbow that has been eaten in his stomach as a guarantee. Sheng Sanlang has no doubts about this, and said happily: "Then I won't eat Yangchun noodles, I want to eat meat, preferably pork belly!"

  Luo Sheng pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Then make shaozi noodles, and use fatty pork belly as shaozi."

   "Chiliu—" Sheng Sanlang took a big mouthful of the tasteless Yangchun noodles, and swallowed them together with his saliva.

  A young man's voice suddenly sounded: "Two bowls of Yangchun noodles, eight green onion pancakes."

   Sheng Saburo paused.

   This voice is a bit familiar, it should have left a deep impression on him.

  He immediately looked over, his eyes widened.

   No wonder it sounds familiar, this is King Kaiyang's attendant who wants to buy a beggar's elbow from him!

  Sheng Saburo looked to the side again, and sure enough, he saw Wei Han.

  Wei Han was still dressed in scarlet clothes, standing in the lobby without saying a word, just like that.

  The staff quickly and respectfully invited the two to a table, which happened to be next to Luo Sheng and the others.

  At this time, the guards also found Luo Sheng and the others, and reminded Wei Han in a low voice: "Master, it's Miss Luo and the others."

   Wei Han looked up and met the girl's quiet eyebrows.

  He nodded slightly and looked away.

   "Here comes the Yangchun noodles—" The guy brought two bowls of Yangchun noodles and a plate of sesame seed cakes on a tray.

   Wei Han picked up a biscuit and ate it.

  Luo Sheng put down his chopsticks, looked at Wei Han with frowned thoughts.

   Sheng Saburo, who had a full stomach, sensed something was wrong, and whispered: "Cousin, let's pay the bill and go."

   "Wait first." Luo Sheng got up and walked towards Wei Han.

   "Cousin—" Sheng Sanlang raised his voice slightly, and Hongdou gave him a hard look.

   "My cousin, don't disturb our girl's good deeds."

   Okay, good thing?

  Sheng Saburo's face turned dark all of a sudden.

   Is it the kind of good thing he thought?

   "Miss Luo, what's the matter?" Wei Han put down his chopsticks and looked at Luo Sheng expressionlessly.

  The gaudy dagger was still in his arms, always reminding him that he shot himself in the foot with a stone in front of a little girl.

   Because of this, he was a little more cautious in the face of this girl that he hadn't even noticed.

  The guard sitting opposite Wei Han looked at Luo Sheng, then at his master, picked up the bowl and left silently.

   Wei Han's otherwise expressionless handsome face turned dark.

  Since meeting Miss Luo for the first time on the streets of the capital, this **** Shi Yan has become unreliable.

  Luo Sheng sat down generously on the opposite side: "I wonder if the prince remembers the previous agreement?"

  Wei Han raised his eyebrows: "My memory isn't that bad. If you have something to do, Miss Luo, just speak up."

  Luo Sheng smiled slightly: "We encountered villains one after another on the road, and I want to ask the prince to **** me to Beijing."

   It's better to catch up early than to catch up skillfully. With the ability of King Kaiyang, it's much more reliable than a team of bodyguards who don't know the basics.

   Wei Han was silent for a while.

   There are at least five or six days to go from here to the capital. Does this mean that he is going to be the guard for five or six days?

  He didn't care about serving as a guard for a little girl as a prince, but the little girl in front of him was no ordinary girl.

  She has a criminal record!

   Wei Han doesn't want to be ripped off by a girl for the second time.

  The girl's cold voice sounded: "Forget it, if the prince finds it embarrassing, you should convert that dagger into silver and give it to me."

   Wei Han clenched his fists and smiled calmly: "Since Miss Luo thinks it is appropriate to exchange that promise, I am extremely happy."

  If you have money, how can you have that promise.

   It doesn't feel good to be controlled by others, Wei Han can only keep smiling, and secretly vows to carry at least 10,000 taels of silver notes with him when he goes out.

  Luo Sheng stood up and slightly bent his knees: "I will take care of you in the next few days. Please take it easy, my lord. Let's pack our luggage first."

  Luo Sheng and the others left the lobby, and the guard Shi Yan came over with a bowl: "Master, do you really want to **** Miss Luo back to Beijing?"

   "Otherwise?" Wei Han asked blankly.

  Shi Yan looked adoring: "It's okay, it's okay, I just ask casually."

   Not only got the token of love from the sweetheart, but also got the opportunity to get along with the sweetheart day and night, the key is not to spend a penny, tsk tsk, is there any man more capable than their master?

  As for the girl Luo whose sweetheart is—ahem, the poor vision of the master is another matter, and they cannot be confused with each other.

  Shi Yan has always been admiring his master's strong action and worrying about his poor eyesight. Until this day, he took a break on the way and ate a bowl of noodles from Miss Luo.

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