An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 53 Clearly Gender Discrimination (1)

The next day, before the sun went down, we found the inn.

The small inn is very big, with two floors, a wooden building with guest rooms on the top, a small restaurant on the bottom, leading to the courtyard at the back, a drinking pool for horses, and a utility room.Our large group of people suddenly turned this rather deserted small inn into a bustling crowd, and the people shouted happily.

Because I wanted to continue learning how to ride a horse, I hurriedly washed my face in the guest room and then ran down.

"Count Ying! Count Ying!" I cried, looking around.

Earl Ying didn't know where he went, and he didn't even see a ghost.I let people find it.After a while, the man came back and reported: "Miss, Ying Sima called Vice Commander Chen, saying that he has something important to discuss."

Damn, what's the important thing to discuss!
No matter how stupid I am, I can guess the reason, isn't it because Earl Ying taught me how to ride a horse all night last night, I guess that old guy, Vice Commander Chen, is upset and worried about any accidents.But it was not easy for him to come out and say "no" to me.Deputy Commander Chen knew how much he weighed.In the end, I am the emperor's concubine-to-be, no matter what, it's not his turn to say "no" to me.Therefore, Deputy Commander Chen cunningly dismissed Earl Ying, so that I couldn't learn to ride a horse if I couldn't find him.

I was so pissed off that I had no choice but to hold back the bird's anger in my belly.

With a dark face, I ran angrily to find something to fill my stomach first, thinking, should I go horseback riding later?Anyway, I learned some basics last night, but today I don’t have a master, so I guess with my intelligence, it’s okay to be self-taught.

The proprietress of the inn is a middle-aged woman with a thick face and a fleshy face.

While I was waiting for the food to be served, I looked at the steaming steamed buns, then at the proprietress, and asked boredly, "Is your surname Sun? Is your name Sun Erniang?"

The proprietress stood aside respectfully, and answered me respectfully: "Miss Hui, the old woman's surname is not Sun, nor is she called Sun Erniang. The old woman's surname is Hu, and people call the old woman Aunt Hu."

"Oh." I said, "Then you are not buying pork buns with human meat."

"Human pork buns?" The proprietress was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly said, "No, no, the conscience of heaven and earth, these meat buns are made of pork, not human flesh."

(End of this chapter)