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Southern Wind Hall, Nightstar Restaurant.

Just as Gao Lang changed into the cyan colored silk shirt that He Niang had specially brought him, the door was knocked.

Big Brother Zhuang was waiting outside to bring Gao Lang to the hall.

Yesterday night, Gao Lang had already followed Little Chou Ge and familiarized himself with his work. Today, according to He Niang's instructions, he would have Little Chou Ge lead him to go around the place, then he would have to watch over everyone.

The warm wind in the hall was blowing and the fragrance wafted through the air. The smoke from the smoke filled the air, and the curtain after curtain, layer after layer of smoke enveloped the entire room. In the midst of the smoke from the candles, it seemed ethereal, like a fairyland.

On the wooden platform in the middle of the hall, a handsome man was playing a zither with a loud and slow voice.

Behind them was a landscape of banana leaves and twilight.

Gao Lang carried a small copper pot with a green orange black dragon as he went back and forth between the elegant seats.

All he had to do was to add more tea, run errands, and pass on messages.

Among the guests seated in the hall, some were in the stands, and some were in the stands.

All the guests in the audience were amazed at when did such a good-looking waiter come to the Southern Wind Hall. He was so good-looking that instead of going up on stage, he started to serve tea and hand over water.

What a waste!

Someone waved his hand, and Gao Lang carried the copper pot over, and with a lift of his hand, the tea with the scent of orange blossoms flowed into the green jade cup.

Everyone present stared at Gao Lang's face, and only spoke after a long while: "What's your name? But if you want to come with me, I am the nephew of Constable Lou! "

Gao Lang grinned and laughed foolishly.

"My nephew is asking you a question!" Beside the man, a man dressed in embroidered clothes saw Gao Lang smiling without replying, he placed his teacup down and adjusted his posture.

Gao Lang had seen this man multiple times, and it was the constable who had told Jin Xiaolou everything three times.

Just as Constable Lou finished his sentence, a wine cup suddenly appeared in the private room on the second floor, landing right on his head.

"F * ck, who doesn't have eyes …" It was so painful that Constable Lou sucked in a breath of cold air. He jumped up and was about to curse out loud.

"Constable Lou, your nephew is a bit big." Someone stuck their head out from upstairs to talk, it was something Gao Lang did not recognize.

However, when the furious Constable Lou saw that person, he immediately became listless.

What, what are you doing here?" "I'm my mother's oldest son, and my nephew and I are both grown up together." "Constable Lou smiled wryly and bowed. He didn't dare to offend this person, so he picked up the jade cup that had just smashed against his head and handed it to Gao Lang. "Wash it clean and bring it up to the lord upstairs!

Gao Lang did not even nod his head, nor did he bend his waist, as he accepted the wine cup and left.

Constable Lou was furious, but he could not utter a sound.

This Hu Dian was called Hu Shan, and was not even twenty years old yet. Although he was young, he had his abilities, and lived in Mount Shu, where he was a scholar.

This year, at the end of spring and early in the summer, when he went to visit his relatives at Wuli River, he coincidentally met an intruder from South Yi, so he immediately threw down his brush and picked up his long spear, only then did he realize how valiant he was, and won continuously with him.

In less than three months of effort, he had risen from an unknown lance soldier to a subordinate.

Now, not only do we have to train the soldiers, we also have to manage the grain, gold and silk trade in Xin Ning County.

This Hu Shan was gentle, but bloodthirsty and tyrannical. The last person who offended him was nailed to a wooden stake in the training field and beaten to death.

Constable Lou could not afford to offend this tiger.

Just as Gao Lang walked to the entrance of the elegant pavilion on the second floor, the white water zigzag willow sculpted wooden door opened from the inside. Hu Shan stood there obediently and obediently, when he saw people enter, he quickly went up and beat them up: "Seventh Elder."

Gao Lang nodded, he walked to the center and sat down.

Chang An stood at the side and took the copper pot in Gao Lang's hands, pouring a cup of kumquats.

"Seventh Elder, this person is called Hu Shan." Chang An introduced.

Gao Lang took a sip of tea: "He's a hero, remember, you need to use your courage on the battlefield, don't use it on your own people."

Hu Shan was alarmed, he calmed his expression and quickly replied.

"What news did you bring?" Gao Lang glanced at Chang An and asked.

"Lord Seventh is wise." Seventh Elder was always able to see through his own actions, "This news was brought by Hu Shan."

Hu Shan continued: "A few days ago, this humble servant caught a spy from the South Yi. According to him, the reason the South Yi came this time was because there was someone from my side who helped me.

"The traitor has never spoken of the identity of the person he wanted to eliminate. He only said that he didn't know until he was beaten to death." Hu Shan frowned, "This humble servant thinks, perhaps this person does not know, but he said that the time to make a move is the winter."

"Winter?" Gao Lang put down the teacup and squinted his eyes, "There's still a month and three days."

Gao Lang looked up at Hu Shan: "The news is very good, you may leave now. Guard our Wuli River well, we cannot let even an inch of our Great Zhou land go. "

"Yes sir!" Gao Lang's eyes were cold, but the words that came out of his mouth made Hu Shan's heart heat up, and he knew that the person he had chosen, was not wrong.

After Hu Shan left, Gao Lang asked Chang An: "Did something happen in the capital?"

Chang An replied, "When Nan Yang sent a pigeon, the emperor's illness was even more serious. A new doctor has arrived in the palace. He said that there is a Wuli Herba on Golden Lord Mountain that has a miraculous effect of curing the disease of coughing blood. His Highness the crown prince has taken the initiative to request a search. "

Golden Ascension Mountain was right next to the Wuli River, on the other side of the South Yi.

"When will it be?" Gao Lang's expression did not change at all.

"I reckon they'll be here in a few days." Chang An lowered his hands and thought for a while, "If I'm delayed on the road, I should be in this month."

"Gao Lang!" Downstairs, the He Niang pushed away the silky bamboo and crashed into the private room.

"Watch Ol 'Five closely." Gao Lang left behind these words, got up and carried the copper teapot with him, then walked out.

Chang An watched the back of his family's seventh master as he left, and he was a little worried.

A storm was approaching. He could not figure out who was the person that South Yi was going to kill, but he was afraid that everything would turn out the same as it did a year ago …

The danger from a year ago was still lurking behind this Xin Ning. Chang An still had some lingering fear in his heart when he thought of this.

This time, Chang An hoped that Seventh Elder was the last oriole.

The moment Gao Lang went downstairs, he saw He Niang standing in front of the Southern Wind Hall and saying to him: "Your wife has sent you a letter."

A letter? Gao Lang saw a coachman standing in front of him, holding a letter in his hand: "Young Master, Lady Xiaolou specifically asked me to deliver this to Southern Wind Hall's Young Noble Gao Lang this morning."

"It's good that you're a couple. It's like three years since we last met." He Niang laughed.

He Niang purposely shouted so, causing more and more people to see this extraordinary looking little servant.

The He Niang used Gao Lang as a vase to attract business, and that was the goal.

Gao Lang took the letter and turned around, walking towards the backyard and stood by the fake mountain. Under the lanterns hanging from the eaves, he opened the letter.

Inside was a piece of paper with a drawing of a tiny person with a small nose and eyes. He was dressed in thick clothes, holding a roast duck in one hand and a pig's foot in the other …

Gao Lang's face darkened. This meant that he was going to eat his fill and dress up warmly... However, did this Jin Xiaolou think that she couldn't read? She actually dared to use such a cheap drawing to insult his IQ …

While Gao Lang disdained them, he carefully returned the picture back into the envelope and placed it in his personal pouch.

Last night, after Jin Xiaolou passed Zhou Shuli's letter to him, somehow, she suddenly had a sudden impulse to write a letter to Gao Lang.

In the modern era, communication between people was very convenient and fast. Jin Xiaolou had never written a letter before.

At the moment, Gao Lang was not by her side, which gave her the chance to write a letter.

It was only when she picked up the brush did she realize that with Gao Lang's five-year-old brain, how could he recognize the words? Why don't we draw a picture!

Thus, there was the letter in Gao Lang's hands.

"Lou, time to eat." The cinnamon twig stirs the cured meat together with the old pumpkin. After the aroma is released, the half cooked rice is stuffed on top, covered with a pot lid, and used time to heat up a cup of tea.

The grilled meat was done.

The fragrant oil from the fresh bacon was soaked in the rice grains, making people salivate upon smelling it.

In the evening, the scenery was still and beautiful. The two of them moved a stool and sat in front of the door. They held their rice bowls, watching the setting sun and eating hot stew.

"The sun is like a pumpkin, crushed and painted all over the mountains." Gui Zhi said as he scooped a spoonful of rice.

"Gui Qi, if you were in the modern world, you would be a poet!" Jin Xiaolou praised casually.

"What generation?" Huang Guizhi was curious.

It was only then that Jin Xiaolou realized that she had leaked the information, and quickly pulled it away. You are the peerless poet Huang Guizhi! "

Just as she finished speaking, the courtyard door of Jin Family in front of them was pushed open. Hunter Tan came over with a pig head and a fat goose, laughing with a bad smile on his face.