The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

Lan Xishu came to the door of Big Head Zheng, and was just about to meet the soldiers of the courier who were traveling eight hundred miles away, and were led away by Zheng Big Head's personal guards to rest and have a meal. Lan Xishu greeted the guards and signaled that there was no need to report , Lan Xishu was already a frequent visitor, and the guards didn't stop him at all. Lan Xishu turned around Zhaobi and slowed down. Zheng's big-headed scolding voice came from the meeting hall, and the table slapped loudly.

It seems that not only is it not in line with Zheng Da Da Da Dao's wishes, but also his lungs have been unblocked. A group of people are chattering inside. , deeply influenced by Zheng's big head, his speech became thicker than the other, and some words were even unbearable.

Lan Xishu is also used to being wild, and his ears are bombarded when he hears it.

I didn't hear anything about Xia Shiyu, but compared with this group of rough generals, Xia Shiyu has become a great scholar who is a model of civilization.

Lan Xishu suddenly didn't intend to go in. He felt that Zheng's big headed territory would be difficult for him to be a small Jinyi General Banner. Sooner or later, he would know about it. As long as Xia Shiyu left here, he would be the first to know.

Lan Xishu couldn't hear Ziwumaoyou outside, that is, the salary was low, the ration of horses and fodder was insufficient, and so on, and there was nothing to focus on.

Lan Xishu wiped himself and left.

As soon as Lan Xishu returned to his barracks, Ding Ya, Jing Maang'an and Mouse all came.

Lan Xishu leaned back on the bed and looked at his brothers one by one: "Let's talk about the key points!"

Jing Maang'an was originally in a hurry to inquire about Lan Xiwen's whereabouts, but he didn't care about other things. Anyway, if he took action, he would just say a word, and they didn't bother about it. I couldn't speak anymore, I was in a hurry, I leaned against the table and leaned against Ding Ya, blinking and blinking, but couldn't walk out when the words came to my mouth.

The mouse was blocked by Jing Maang'an, and he didn't open his mouth while playing with the teapot. Based on his intuition, the mouse felt that Lan Xiwen might not come to the Longmen Institute with him. He just couldn't figure out where Lan Xiwen arranged Lan Xiwen. Remember the pharmacy?The possibility is relatively high.

"Big head Zheng is on standby. I heard that his defense area has shifted to Haha Ridge. The details are not clear. Our boss has recently arranged to prepare equipment for a long trip. He seems to be in a bad mood. No one dares to ask." Ding Ya leaned the most Spectrum, speaking and doing things quite satisfactory.

The door rang, and Hu Dapiada poked his head in. He was slow to respond and came late, with an apologetic smile on his face. In fact, no one cared whether he came or not.

Lan Xishu looked at the roof, and Hu Dapida saw that he was not welcome, so he smiled dryly and found a seat by himself.

"Is there any action!" Jing Maang'an had to temporarily put down the fourth young master, Lan Xiwen: "My elder brother sent someone back, and after whispering to the boss for a long time, he asked me if you were back. His eyebrows are twisted like big pimples."

Hu Dapida poked Jing Maangan for a while, Jing Maangan didn't look back and laughed.

Lan Xishu rubbed his forehead, and Qian Daqian took a nap in Huaishugou, wasting time, and had already forgotten Xia Shiyu's explanation.

Lan Xishu moved his body, and the welt on his back hurt the most, but Lan Xishu really didn't take this pain seriously.

"Not only is there an action, it is likely to be a big action, but the mule is pulled out by Ma De, and the small fights are not enough, hey! Maang An! You didn't ask in private! Where is your eldest brother now! It's been nearly four months." Lan Xishu lay down more comfortably.

"It's useless to ask, my brother is serious, his mouths are tighter than the other's." Jing Maang'an said this deliberately, he was only thinking about Lan Xiwen, he didn't ask about it at all.

"Learn a little bit!" Lan Xishu stared, there is a way of transporting water in wells, look at that group of elites, they can't even insert a needle with a tight mouth, and they hug each other.

Jing Maangan shut up.

"What is Wang Xiaoxiao doing?" Lan Xishu felt dry for a while, turned over and sat up, and the bluffing brothers all tensed up and looked at Lan Xishu together, Lan Xishu sat up For a moment, his eyes looked at the roof, and his thoughts straightened up as if he had reached a dead end.

Jing Maang'an hurriedly answered: "Third Young Master! Ever since Wang Xiaoxiao heard the news that Qian Daqian was burned to death and knew the Hakka family, he just walked around in his room like a dead father." There was a trace of gloating lines of laughter, and he forced it back: "I guess he didn't let Qian Daqian waste his things, it seems that he must have thrown a lot of money into Qian Daqian's hands."

"So do we!" Hu Dapida followed, only Lan Xishu, Ding Yajing Maang'an and Mouse knew about Zhang Song's surrogate death, Hu Dapida didn't know about it at all.

Lan Xishu took a deep look at Jing Maang'an, and Jing Maang'an understood that he couldn't be bald in a single word.

Lan Xishu took a breath: "It's really going to be a big deal in the future, Ding Ya! Be careful, find someone reliable, let's find another way!"

Ding Ya responded, "I can still handle it for a while, won't the salary come down now?"

Lan Xishu shook his head, just that little money, brother will be gone in a few days.

Lan Xishu was in a trance, and my brothers lost their minds, thinking that Lan Xishu was worried about money!

"Third Young Master! Tell me what you need! I'll take care of the money!" Ding Ya took care of the money, and he would take care of all the money.

Lan Xishu shook his head again, and murmured with indescribably dark eyes: "In some places, you can't even exchange Jinshan for things."

Others didn't understand this sentence, but Ding Ya understood. Ding Ya frowned slightly: "Third Young Master! Are we going to cross the river?"

My brothers straightened their backs when they heard Ding Ya's words. Crossing the Hetao is the territory of the Tartars. The brothers always perform tasks around the Longmen Institute, and this group has not been pulled out yet.

The brothers are a little nervous and a little looking forward.

"I'll find out soon, rat! No! Maang An! You go, tell me as soon as the boss comes back from Zheng's head!" Lan Xishu withdrew his gaze, and the restlessness in his heart became even worse.

Jing Maang'an responded and vacated the door.

"Rat! Go and prepare the items for the long-distance expedition immediately, prepare an extra horse, and bring more bows and arrows. You can figure out the rest! The sooner the better!"

Lan Xishu twirled his fingers habitually, and his frizzy mood eased.

Only Ding Ya and Hu Dapida were left looking at each other.