Chapter 258 Ancient House
It can be seen that everyone is very interested in Fatty's self-introduction. A truck driver who is not an orphan sounds like he is full of stories.
"Okay," An Xuan breathed out and said, "It seems that this mission should be for us alone. If you don't have any objections, let's go out for a walk."
It seems Thinking of something, An Xuan's expression became a little strange. He paused for a while and then continued: "I have briefly communicated with the guys here before, and what they said will be weird."
There are some things that can't be said. Well, after saying this, everyone became curious.
"What's weird?" someone asked.
"Well, the tone, wording," An Xuan thought for a moment, "and the logic of writing, are a little different from what we have been exposed to before."
The group left the room and walked down the stairs. Building, the old wooden stairs made an embarrassing sound.
Contrary to what Tang Shirou, who was blinking her big eyes and looking around, imagined, the clothes worn by their group did not arouse curious eyes from the people around them.
People were coming and going, but almost no one noticed them, as if they ignored their existence.
"Dear guests," just a second before they were about to walk out of the store, a man with a dark rag on his shoulders and a shrewd look blocked their way.
A few people looked at each other, and finally An Xuan asked calmly: "Is something wrong?"
The waiter smiled flatteringly, and then said: "The housekeeper of Mr. Huang's house sent someone here this morning. , the guests were not awake at that time, and they did not dare to disturb them, so they told me to wait for the guests to wake up. I’m here to show you the way to my house.”
Coming
Hearing this, everyone’s eyes changed. It seems that the guy in front of you is the NPC in this mission, and his role is Jump out on their way out of the store and guide them to their next mission.
"Master Huang," You Qi asked angrily, "Which Master Huang?"
"Sir, please don't make fun of me," the clerk said in a lower tone, "In this whole town, except for Huang Dashan, Huang Master, where is the second Master Huang?"
An Xuan didn't talk nonsense. He glanced outside the door and said, "Please lead the way."
Following the waiter's guidance, a few people left the hotel. As soon as they walked out of the door, everything suddenly became clear. Cheerful, there is an quaint town in front of you.
The streets are full of pedestrians in ancient costumes. On both sides are shops, restaurants, hotels like the ones we just left, and smaller rice shops.
But most of them are scattered stalls on the street.
A candy seller pushing a wooden cart and a candied haws-lud vendor got into an argument. A circle of people gathered around to watch the fun. The clothes they wore were much more dilapidated than ordinary people. Their faces were sallow and thin, as if they had been together for a long time. Didn't have a full meal.
This kind of town is matched with such people, and the two complement each other very well.
Chen Qiang, who was standing next to the fat man, blinked slowly and carefully looked at everything around him, with an unknown light shining in his eyes.
"Song Dynasty." He said softly.
"What is the Song Dynasty?" Liao Zhi, a teacher with very good ears, muttered, "I think ancient times are similar."
"It's different," Chen Qiang explained in a low voice: "The architectural style of the Song Dynasty is unique in its softness. The roof ridges and corners are often warped, which is not as vigorous as the style of the Tang Dynasty, and is less rigid and more flexible than the subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties. "
Talking about this topic, Chen Qiang seems to be much bolder.
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at him in surprise.
"What major do you major in?" Xia Meng suddenly asked.
"Architecture, focusing on architectural history."
Going straight across the street, they came to a large house. The door was closed. No one in the group had any intention of knocking on the door. Can go around the courtyard wall.
After walking for a while, everyone turned into a small alley. A wooden door opened deeper in the alley.
The wooden door is not big, probably only big enough for two people to walk side by side.
Looking from a distance, there are three people standing next to the wooden door.
One man and two women.
The man is about 40 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a powerful look. He is wearing coarse linen clothes and has a fierce look in his eyes. He stands next to the wooden door like a door god.
The two women were average in appearance, and their expressions were not that rich. The older woman held a ostentatious paper fan in her hand and did not shake it. The other woman just stood there quietly, her eyes empty, like I have lost my soul.
The change occurred when a group of people walked in front of the three of them. The pupils of the three of them focused almost at the same time, looking at Jiang Cheng and the others.
"Housekeeper Zhou has been waiting for a long time," the middle-aged woman holding a paper fan said solemnly, her eyes slowly sweeping over everyone as she spoke, "Doctors, please follow me."
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Doctor
Everyone’s eyes began to change. It seemed that in this ancient copy, their identities were doctors.
Everyone remained calm. As the middle-aged woman walked into the house from the side door, the scenery kept changing along the way. Pavilions, water pavilions, etc. really opened everyone's eyes.
If the atmosphere of the mission were not pressing down on me like a mountain, it would be a good opportunity to relax.
“We’re here.”
The middle-aged woman stopped, turned around and said, "Please, doctors, please stay here for now. The young master is still resting. I'll ask the doctors to diagnose your pulse later." There are all of them, they are all arranged according to everyone’s preferences before, and there are people to eat I came to call you." After a pause, the woman continued with her dead face: "Master Xi Jing, the house is always deserted, and there are few rooms for people to live in. Please stay in the wing at night and don't walk around, so as not to disturb everyone. "
The middle-aged woman turned around and left after finishing speaking.
“Wait a minute,” An Xuan reached out, took the woman’s arm, and asked with a smile, “Where’s Butler Zhou? We’re new here, so we’d better not keep the host waiting.”
< br>The middle-aged woman stared at An Xuan with a strange look, emotionless, as if she was looking at a dead object.
As if after realizing it, An Xuan smiled and let go of his hand.
"Butler Zhou has something to do and can't come for the time being," the middle-aged woman's voice did not fluctuate at all, like an old repeater.
"That's really embarrassing, I'm presumptuous."
After the middle-aged woman left, everyone began to look around. They were at the edge of a pond. It was said to be a pond. But the area is not much compared to a slightly smaller lake.
This shows how wealthy the owner of this mansion is.
This Mr. Huang may have either done some big business, or he was under the influence of his ancestors and became a lieutenant before he lost his job.
This place is located deep inside the old house. It is deep and secluded. You can only smell the fragrance of flowers but not the singing of birds. In other words, even if something really happens here, the outside world will not know.
"You were too rash just now," the mature and prudent Qin Jian walked over and looked at An Xuan with a pair of eyes, half reproachful and half worried, "Do you know who that woman is?"
"It's all my fault, I was too impatient," An Xuan also apologized for his previous reckless behavior. It’s the end of the month, please give me some monthly tickets, thank you very much
(End of this chapter)