When he first arrived at this inn, Zhao Huaien smelled a strong smell of blood. This smell was so familiar to him. So many people died in Luoshecheng. When those hellish days echoed in his mind, he took a breath of cold air.

The bartender named A Chang got a dog chain from somewhere. After locking Zhao Huai'en's feet, A Chang threw the key into the burning earth stove. He never thought about helping Zhao Huai'en open it again.

The chef even burned a golden seal similar to the Wei Dynasty on Zhao Huaien's forehead with a red-hot Luo Tie. When the tribe members had said that the Wei Dynasty's "tattoo" and his own virtue, Zhao Huaien wailed for a while and then calmed down. One day he couldn't stay here, maybe he could rely on this thing to get into the Wei Dynasty's army and have a meal again. This is the only kind of abuse he can accept deep in his heart. After all, his surname was given by the Emperor of Wei Dynasty, and they wanted Zhao Huaien to eat this bowl of rice.

Feng Shiniang has been watching all this with a very peaceful attitude, as if she was not worried at all that Zhao Huai'en would reappear the mighty power in the arena here.

Looking at the bowl of steaming rice porridge in front of him and the steamed buns placed beside him, Zhao Huai'en screamed several times in a bad stomach. After coming here, he finally had a full meal. Looking at the other Tubo people outside who looked hay and thin, he actually found that he was so lucky at that moment. For the gift of food, Zhao Huai'en found that he seemed to have forgotten his ambitions and lay on the hay in the stable with a strong sleepiness. He fell asleep so deeply.

That night, he had a very distant dream. In the dream, he and his ancestors rode a strong Qing Tang horse, galloping on the endless grassland, waving a long sword, and stabbing the Westerners who were trying to touch Qing Tang City one by one. That night, he and his ancestors were drunk for thousands of years and never woke up.

Why did Zhao Huaien have a name for a Han man? Because he was a descendant of Ye Sila, and was also a descendant of Chide, the fifth-generation grandson of Zampdama, the last Tubo Dynasty, the people of the Wei Dynasty gave them the surname Wang, and gave them official positions and various salaries. In exchange for a child in the family to go to the Wei Dynasty as a hostage to receive baptism of various civilizations. Unfortunately, the brothers who came back were only full of words. They even advised themselves to go to the Wei Dynasty to be a hostage and live a pig-like life there. It was from that moment that Zhao Huaien deeply realized the sinister intentions of the Wei Dynasty emperor. They never wanted to let themselves and their tribe members live, even if they were not allowed.

The Wei Dynasty's repeated military use in the Hehuang region in recent years has turned the color of Jiangnan Village in the Yesilu era into nothingness. The Miaochuan area "all rivers are alive, with flowing water in it. Qiang mostly build houses based on the water, and the torrents are everywhere" only exists in the old man's memory. Zonggechuan "the river is long a hundred miles long, Zonghe is walking in it, and the banks are all Qiang people living in it, and the pines and bamboos are like Jingchu" has disappeared. Zhao Huaien was born in a tragic era. He felt that he lived like a joke, more like a clown. There are no more heroes like Yansilu and Dong Wen in this world, leaving only an optional "donkey" who tramples on his self-esteem in order to make a stuttering and eat.

Zhao Huai'en in the dream burst into tears, and only at this time can he relieve his weak heart a little.

Taohua Inn is a very strange place. The chef gets up very early every day. No matter how good or bad the weather is, the chef is rainy and rainy every day. The first thing he does when he wakes up every day is to take out a bare stone, then put his slightly curled pig knife on it, so that it can sharpen the sharp blade again.

When a ray of light appeared in the sky, Zhao Huaien was still awakened by the sound of sharpening the knife in the backyard. He found that he was still lying in the original stable. In addition to his feet, he could move freely, and his originally tense nerves calmed down and exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest, which meant that he was still alive and finally made another day of profit.

When Zhao Huaien was a child, he liked to play with mud. There was a kind of plateau red mud put into the keyhole, dry it, pull it out, and find a blacksmith. It was easy to get a key that exactly matched the lock. He often did this when he was a child, so he was beaten the most.

When weeding in the peach forest in front of the Peach Blossom Inn, he soon discovered this familiar red mud. He just needed to walk into the peach forest after it rained, and could bring the red mud back to the stable without anyone noticing. After accumulating enough, he had a key to the red mud in his hand.

When a familiar Tubo shadow appeared sneakily at the back door of Taohua Inn, Zhao Huaien handed the red mud key out of the crack of the door. When he got the shiny key, it was already three days later.

When Zhao Huaien inserted the key into the keyhole, he found that he was in a dilemma at this moment. One choice was: he could put the Tubo people outside the door in, and then quietly deal with the two men and one woman in the inn in a dream with them, and then flew away with the wealth here. The price was to start a wandering life again. Zhao Huaien found that he seemed to have greater losses in this way, and this idea flashed through his head; another choice was: keep it in place, take some food in the kitchen, secretly buy the Tubo people outside, and let them keep it for a breath, so that he would have some slim chance of accomplishing things.

Zhao Huai'en was holding a pack of steamed buns in his arms and was about to leave. The sound of the chef snoring came to an abrupt end. When Zhao Huai'en turned around, a cold pig-killing knife was just right inch of his heart. As long as the chef's knife penetrated into it, Zhao Huai'en knew that he would not be able to survive.

"Do you think it's smart to run into the peach forest to play with mud after it rains? This kind of trick is played by the old man when he was three years old. A Chang's head is not good, one year later than me. Manager Feng doesn't bother to use this kind of lower three-way method. People use upper three-way, and they can find anything that can penetrate the keyhole. Manager Feng can open the lock with his eyes closed.

The reason why you locked you is that you have cut off your ties with those Tubo people. You are now unable to protect yourself. What do you use to support those people? Once they eat some sweetness with you, they will pester you like vampires, and your good days will come to an end from that moment.

You are a powerful character. A Chang and I may not be your opponent, but since the first day you came, we have actually regarded you as our own. If you want to kill you, just put some poison in your bowl, you can kill you eighteen times.

Now take my knife and kill all the Tubo people waiting for you to help. If you do this, we will join you and there will be more good days in the future."

The chef put his knife into Zhao Huaien's hand, turned around, and another snoring sound came from the room.
Chapter completed!