After the battle on Thirteenth Street was over, the sky was completely dark, and Twelfth Street had to wait the next day.

Duanmu Yawang took the little white deer and went to the inn, planning to stay in comfort for one night.

The place is close to the polar area. The streets of Thirteenth Street are very prosperous. There are a lot of pedestrians on the street, and every passerby is well-dressed and looks vigorous. Even some hawkers on the street, the clothes can be considered as good. It's decent, you can see that all of them are going well.

There are many gadgets in the market, Duan Muya saw that Xiao Bai Lu was interested, so she paid him some money.

Little Bailu is particularly interested in the Tang people. His small mouth is so sweet that he looks at Duanmuya after being satisfied: "Sister, to be honest, this place is really good, it looks very pleasant, and it’s better than the outside. It’s even more comfortable in big towns."

Duanmuya didn't answer, seeing people with clothes and fabrics around, bought two sets for herself and Xiao Bailu.

Little Bailu was shocked, "Sister, are you actually going to buy me new clothes?"

"You do not want?"

"Of course!" Little Bailu had bright eyes, and the licking Tang people had forgotten, and said with joy: "Little master hasn't worn new clothes for a long time."

He almost forgot what it was like to wear laundry!

Duanmu Yawang smiled and bought another set for him.

She wanted Little Bailu to be with her all day long. If she only wears a set of clothes, I am afraid that after a long time, everyone will notice this and feel weird.

In fact, she didn't think much about shopping, bought a few sets of clothes, and bought some snacks for Xiao Bailu, and then passed by an inn called Xianhelou and walked in.

As soon as she entered, Xiao Er walked out after hearing the footsteps, "Guest officer, you have to live..."

He hadn't finished speaking yet, and stopped abruptly after seeing the appearance of Duanmu Yawang.

This situation is somewhat familiar. Duanmu Yawang's brows wrinkled, Xiao Bailu was also sensitively aware, and said to Duanmu Yawangxin's voice: "Will this hotel not allow black-eyed people to live?"

"Let's go."

Duanmu Yawang didn't bother to speculate, so he turned around and left.

"Hey, this young lady don't go!" Xiao Er chased out anxiously at this time, and ran to Duanmu Yawang to please him: "Miss went in, why did you come out?"

Duanmu Ya looked at him as if he did not welcome her to live, "Can I live?"

"sure!"

Xiao Er immediately made a gesture of inviting, "Our inn also has an upper room, as well as a common room. The lady can live in any type of room."

"good."

Duanmu Yawang didn't want to find another house anymore, so he nodded and went in.

When Xiao Er saw it, he breathed a sigh of relief and ran irritably before reaching the counter first. Unexpectedly, he was so excited that he almost knocked down a block of ink on the table.

The shopkeeper was immersed in the accounts at the moment, and his face went dark when he heard the sound, "Fuzzy, what did you do!"

"Uncle Wu is not angry, a distinguished guest came to my door, I was too excited."

The shopkeeper didn't continue to scold him, and raised his head while spitting out: "What distinguished guest..." Before he finished speaking, he was shocked when he saw Duanmu Yawang.

A look of surprise appeared on his face.

He immediately put aside the pen, walked to Duanmu Yawang, and said with a smile: "Miss, which kind of room do you want to live in?"

Duanmu Yawang felt that the attitude of the shopkeeper and Xiaoer was a little weird. She was almost frightened and couldn't make up her mind, so she asked two sentences: "What's the difference between Shangfang and ordinary rooms?"

"The upper room is naturally more spacious, the layout will be more comfortable, and the street is crowded, so it will be quieter."

"Can hot water for meals be delivered to the room?" She was fed up with the rules of competing with people in the low and central areas.

Although there are some inns in the high area that do not need to share meals with others, they are rarely delivered to the room.

The shopkeeper patted his chest and promised, "Of course, you can tell us what you need, and we will definitely satisfy you."

Duanmuya hopes that she is not short of money. After a hard day, there is nothing more comfortable than being able to rest at night. Hearing this, she nodded, "Then go to the house."

"Okay!"

The shopkeeper happily responded, returned to his counter, and cracked and knocked on the abacus for a while, "One night, one hundred gold ingots, because of many children, add ten more gold ingots, a total of one hundred and ten gold ingots. "

"Huh? It's so cheap." Little Bailu was a little surprised.

Duanmu Yawang was also surprised, because even in the Central District, many of the inns they stayed for one night, more than this price.

The high zone is even worse.

This inn is the cheapest inn she has ever seen.

Duanmu Yawang was a little uncertain, "The shopkeeper, is it really 10,000 gold ingots?"

The shopkeeper said: "The old man is not deceived."

Duanmu Ya was about to pay when she heard the words, the shopkeeper watched her movements, swallowed her throat, and seemed to stop talking.

When Duanmu Yawang handed him the money, he happened to see his look: "What's wrong with the shopkeeper?"

"Yes, something is going on." The shopkeeper was a little nervous, "Me, can I make a request to the young lady?"

Duanmuya frowned, staring at him without answering.

When they met for the first time, he, a shopkeeper, actually wanted to make a request with a customer. It was weird how he thought about it.

"Miss, don't worry, I have absolutely no malice!" The shopkeeper also knew that his request was too abrupt, and said anxiously: "I, I just heard that you have a lot of magic medicine in your body, so I want to know if there is something suitable for children. Save the child?"

Before Duanmu Yawang spoke, Xiao Er said with red eyes: "Xiao Liang is only three years old. I don't know how many doctors have been asked by the shopkeeper to see it. It is of no use at all. Yesterday there were doctors who said Xiao Liang was really helpless... "

After speaking, he sobbed and started to cry.

The shopkeeper also had red eyes.

Little Bailu is the easiest to soften his heart. The Tang people stopped eating, pulled Duanmu Yawang's sleeves, and said bluntly: "Sister, listening to that child seems so pitiful."

He was only three years old and was about to die.

Duanmuya didn't want to answer, and asked the shopkeeper: "Do you know who I am?"

"Are you Miss Duanmu?" The shopkeeper watched her carefully and said.

Duanmu Ya looked at him: "How did you know?"

The shopkeeper did not hide it, "Miss Duanmu's reputation has been very loud in the Wuji Street High District recently, plus your appearance, and shortly after the 13th Street Test ended, we guessed it was probably you at a glance. "

"I have a good reputation?" Duanmu Yawang wanted to know more, "Which aspect of me have you all heard about?"

The shopkeeper was startled, wondering what she meant by asking.

Duanmu Yawang raised her eyebrows: "Can't you say it?"

"Yes, of course it can." The shopkeeper hurriedly said: "I heard about your appearance, you have a lot of magic medicine, and guess how strong you are..."

"That's it?" Duanmu Yawang didn't believe it very much, "There should be other things, let's talk about it together."

"some."

The shopkeeper touched the tip of his nose awkwardly, "Everyone also said that you are vicious and feminine, jealous or something..."

The more he speaks, the less his voice behind him becomes, and his heart becomes uneasy.

Duan Muya looked at her without anger, but curiously said: "I was rumored to be vicious, why are you still looking for me to treat your son?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and said: "In fact, we haven't seen many things with our own eyes. It's not uncommon to use false reports. Besides, I can see that some comments are more directed at you. I'm afraid that some comments may not be correct."

Duanmuya stayed silent.

However, this shopkeeper is good and knows how to analyze problems.

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he touched the tip of his nose and said: "Besides, my son is already like this. Instead of doing nothing, it is better to try everything. What if God will pity me and give my son a way out?"

Xiao Er wiped a tear and said earnestly: "I always feel that God has opened his eyes. Yesterday the shopkeeper said to herself that if Miss Duanmu could come and see Xiaoliang's illness, it would be fine, maybe there will be a rescue. I didn’t expect you to come today."

Duanmu Yawang quietly listened to him and asked, "Where is your son, the shopkeeper?"

When the shopkeeper heard the words, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Duanmu Ya hopefully and said: "It's in the mansion!"

"Is it far from here?"

"Not far, not far." The shopkeeper heard the meaning of Duanmu Yawang's words, and said excitedly: "Cross the opposite street, through an alley, and it won't take a quarter of an hour!"

Duanmu Yawang nodded and said: "The shopkeeper tells someone to prepare food for me. I will come back to eat after seeing your child's illness."

The shopkeeper was ecstatic: "Okay!"