Chapter 343: Beauty?

All right.

As those two words fell, Kang Ziwei's forehead was already covered in sweat, not from heat but from nervousness.

There's an empty wagon behind; get on and rest.

Among the wagons in this convoy, two are empty: one to divert attention, and the other so that Du Er and the others can take turns resting.

Now is a good time to place the wounded.

"I don't need treatment, Kang Langzhong; it's just an arm, it won't affect riding," the man laughed heartily. Although he still felt pain, those who have walked off the battlefield are accustomed to it.

On the battlefield, who would leave unless they were unable to move from injury?

"Good." Zi Wei didn't dissuade him, just quickly tidied the things in the wagon; this wagon was hers exclusively, not because she was special, but because she was a doctor, and because of her medical skill she needed a quiet space to treat the wounded.

She lightly knocked on the wagon door; the driver gave a signal, the wagons behind stopped, the wounded jumped down from the wagon and directly mounted a horse.

The procession seemed to have passed through an interlude...

"Let's stay here for the night." Ning Hanmo looked at the map; this place was deserted, and unless they went another hundred li, they wouldn't see the next inn.

In this deserted place, there was only this inn.

They seemed to have no other choice.

You arrange it.

Jiang Yunchu looked up at the inn's sign: "Dragon Gate Inn."

Fine, at least they chose a decent spot.

Hope this Dragon Gate Inn isn't that other Dragon Gate Inn.

She lightly curled the corner of her lips, gazing at the desolate wilderness outside; a shop attendant heard the commotion, rushed to open the door and looked over, asking, "Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

"Stay the night." Ning Hanmo quickly replied.

"Today the inn is empty, plenty of room." The attendant became more enthusiastic, hurriedly ushering everyone inside; some old buildings, their exteriors painted red lacquer, looked like man‑eating monsters.

"Madam, guests have arrived." As soon as they entered the hall, the attendant shouted loudly.

At that moment, a woman came down from upstairs, wearing a light red gauze that beautifully revealed and concealed her figure, with a somewhat frivolous smile, holding a round fan; each flutter sent a few strands of black hair flying, along with the faintly visible red gauze.

"Oh, please come in, attendant, bring tea." The innkeeper gave a soft, coquettish laugh, her voice sounding as if squeezed from her throat, like spring flowers touched by water.

Ning Hanmo slightly furrowed his brows, looking at the innkeeper, feeling that he had made a wrong decision no matter how he looked at it.

Within a hundred li, there was no inn.

Should we let mother rest in the wagon for the night?

Forget it; the journey is long, we'll pass many places and see all kinds of people—just treat it as broadening our horizons.

Jiang Yunchu sat in her seat, observing the surroundings: the ancient pillars, the vermilion lacquer, which actually looked not bad.

"Master, something's not right." Bai Zhi whispered a reminder.

Jiang Yunchu gave a light smile, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Since we've handed the initiative to the children, we should leave it entirely to them; whether they can detect anomalies or discern anything is also their lesson.

Studying abroad—how could it not be their process of accumulating practical experience?

"Everyone be careful; this inn is a bit strange."

The attendant and innkeeper's gazes were not exactly innocent; although they were young, in that mixed‑up place they had seen a lot.

Moreover, Zhang Cunwen's father had several concubines.

That flirtatious glance—he was all too familiar with it.

"There's drama."

Zhang Cunwen watched, gave a light chuckle with a deeper meaning: "The attendant and innkeeper seem not so simple."

As soon as his words fell, Ning Hanmo glanced at him.

Zhang Cunwen's words were never baseless; although they sounded off‑hand, when he got serious he was more earnest than anyone—this remark was meant as a reminder to everyone.

"What would you like to eat? Our guests' favorite here is the steamed bun; care to try one?" the attendant recommended.

Ning Hanmo was about to speak when—

"Wait." At that moment Jiang Yunchu suddenly spoke; if she didn't speak now, she feared the children would live or die tomorrow...

Forget it; accumulating experience, we can't afford to lose even this moment.

"Just take some dry rations, no meat or strong flavors—we eat vegetarian, understand?"

Hearing her finish, the attendant quickly glanced at her; it was the innkeeper behind the counter, who had been holding a jug of wine, took a light sip—the wine trailed from the corner of her mouth, brushed her fair neck, then disappeared beneath her red gauze.

Zhuang Miao furrowed her brows, while the attendant swallowed lightly.

"All right, sir, please wait a moment; I'll go prepare it."

The attendant gave a light smile; as he turned, his eyes met the innkeeper's for a fleeting instant.

Jiang Yunchu's words were strange, yet no one said anything.

Just then, Jiang Yunchu suddenly said, "I'm not hungry; I'll go upstairs first."

"You all..."

"As you wish."

She had already given the warning she needed to; after that, how they choose is their own business.

Little ones, grow up quickly.

Just then, Kang Nai Xin instinctively stood up, "I'm not hungry either."

Her little face was ice‑cold, lacking any warmth.

Only Kang Wen and Han Si were clueless, looking this way and that; though they always admitted they were stupid, they would just follow the smart ones.

"Attendant, prepare the dry rations for us; we'll take them tomorrow."

"Take us to our rooms."

The boss lady couldn't help but snicker at this turn of events, "Hey~ guest, after passing our shop, there's nothing for a hundred li ahead."

"But is the food at our little shop not tasty?"

"But am I not serving you well enough?"

She had already walked out from behind, then went up to the one-eared, lightly touching his face, then went to another person's side, her slender waist like a water snake, wandering among everyone.

But when she reached Ning Hanmo's side, she lightly exhaled onto his neck—however……

"Boss lady, how long haven't you brushed your teeth? Your bad breath is choking me."

The young boy, with his utterly serious look, made everyone burst out laughing.

And that boss lady, with her seductive eyes, said, "Little brat, when you grow up, I'll surely make you feel blissful."

Jiang Yunchu crossed her arms, amusedly watching everything before her, while Zhuang Miao wanted to speak but was stopped by her.

Even heroes find it hard to resist a beauty—why not take a look?

Moreover……

Beauty?