Although Chu Han has roughly figured out the truth of the matter, he still wants to live in peace with his brothers in front of Mr. Chu.
Chu Lan and the others didn't seem to understand what Old Master Chu and Chu Han meant. They thought that with the protection of Old Master Chu, they could get away with it, and continued to behave in front of Old Master Chu like nothing happened.
Chu Han can't see these brothers, but for the sake of his father's body, he can only endure his nausea and live with them.
But in fact, at the instigation of Chu Yunluo, he had already written a letter back to Beijing to report to the Ming emperor.
But what Chu Yunluo didn't expect the most was Qiao's. This duplicitous woman.
She must have been involved in these things, but she acted like she didn't know anything in front of Chu Yunluo, and the acting was excellent.
"Miss, I have found out the identity of the waiter."
Chu Yunluo stood in front of the Nanfeng Pavilion in men's attire, with Hong Zhao in the same men's attire behind him.
The two were dressed luxuriously but not ostentatiously, and the young lady standing at the door waiting for customers could tell at a glance that their identities were unusual, and hurriedly greeted them.
"Please, objectively, are you coming back to this place for the first time?"
He could tell at a glance that Chu Yunluo was very jerky, and he was using his brain.
Not to be outdone, Chu Yunluo took out a piece of silver and put it in the hand of the shepherd: "I came back from the capital, and I have been to Zhaoyun Pavilion several times. I heard the name of Nanfeng Pavilion, so I came here to find a talkative receptionist." .¡±
The waiter accepted the money with a smile, and did not forget to boast: "All the waitresses here can speak, and there is no one who doesn't like any guests who come here. I will recommend what you like, my lord. "
Chu Yunluo said: "I heard that the two ladies from Mr. Chu's family fought for a waitress in your hall, and I want to pay my respects."
The waitress smiled happily: "Miaojin doesn't see people during the day."
"Oh? His name is Miaojin? It sounds like a monk's name."
"He was originally a monk, and the temple owed money to our restaurant. My master saw that he was a lucky man, and used him to pay off the debt. He didn't want to force him too much, so he allowed him to chant scriptures during the day and receive guests at night."
Chu Yunluo nodded: "Then, it's fine if you don't welcome us. I know some scriptures where he is chanting, and I can chat with him a little bit."
After she finished speaking, she took out another heavy ingot of gold and shook it.
The waitress immediately nodded and smiled, "Yes, I'll ask."
It is true that money can turn ghosts around.
After sitting in the lobby for a while, the waiter came back: "My lord, please."
He took the two of them to the backyard, where there really was a large Buddhist hall dedicated to various gods.
"You guys who open restaurants also worship gods and Buddhas?"
The waiter smiled and said: "We don't believe this, but some guests are willing to play here. You know, most of the guests who like to play with men have some eccentricities."
Chu Yunluo nodded.
The three of them quickly entered a room behind the Buddhist hall, where incense sticks were lingering, and it was quite Zen-like.
"This spice"
Chu Yunluo quickly noticed something was wrong, the spice was actually the same as that ordered by Gu Moxiao in the palace.
She remembered that the master of Jiangyun Pavilion also lit this kind of incense.
Things are getting more and more confusing. What is the connection between the master of Jiangyun Pavilion, Bai Yunxiao, and Miaojin?
"This spice is unique to Nanfeng Hall. If you like it, I will give you some, but this fragrance is not very good for women." He smiled like a wind, and Chu Yunluo understood his reminder.
So he smiled and said, "I just think it smells good, so don't send it to me." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com