Chapter 127 Let the evil wind outside blow in.

Early in the morning of the second day, several chefs hired by Hong Kaijia two days ago, as well as the housekeeper of Wanshizhai, finally arrived as promised.

There were dozens of people coming in a row.

Among them were both men and women, all of whom came to the mansion to work or be maids and servants.

Ang Lee did not sign any indentures with these people. Instead, he stipulated that a week was seven days, with one day a week for these people to rest, and it was mandatory.

This surprised the new servants, and along with the surprise came uneasiness.

Without signing the contract, they would not be considered as members of the Imperial Master's Mansion and Wanshizhai. How could they feel at ease? They all asked to sign the contract to feel at ease.

No matter how he explained, they would not listen. In desperation, Li An signed a contract with them. As soon as he turned his head, he shook his true energy and turned the papers into ashes.

And these servants were still immersed in the joy of entering the Imperial Master's Mansion.

From now on, we are all members of the Imperial Master's Mansion. Our master is kind and gives us one day off every seven days!
They feel slightly pleased with themselves, thinking that they are different and superior to their peers.

Li An didn't care what they thought. After all, there was a precedent. There might be spies among these people. After thinking it over, Li An worked tirelessly, questioned and divined one by one, checked their identities, and finally confirmed that there was no problem with these people.

He was still wondering secretly, how much was he afraid of the Grand Master that he really didn't send even a single spy?
Just as he was thinking about it, the housekeeper came forward to remind the master that it was time for dinner.

It turned out that Li's arrangement to check everyone's identities had already delayed the entire morning, and now it was time for lunch.

The butler who came was named Chen Yuanxiang, and from then on everyone called him Butler Chen.

I heard that he used to be the steward of the Jingzhao Yin Mansion. After the former Jingzhao Yin returned home, he came to Li An.

This made Li An sigh. In two countries, both were prefects of Jingzhao Prefecture, but one returned home and the other was killed when returning home. Their endings were so different. It was really fate's trick.

After that, all servants were under the management of Steward Chen, and rewards and punishments were all decided by his words.

As for Ang Lee, he also got up and went to the dining room to eat.

He looked around and saw no disciples or Wang Shisanlang. Only Yan Xiaoyi was sitting there waiting. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where have those two gone crazy again? They're not even home at lunch time!"

Seeing Li An picking up his chopsticks, Yan Xiaoyi then started to eat slowly.

"They both went to the city's Yipinju to reserve a table."

Thinking about the talent show in the evening, Li An suppressed his excitement, his mouth twitching slightly as he asked, "They're going to grab a spot so early?"

"It is late."

Yan Xiaoyi shook his head. He received a letter from his son today. The letter said that his son Shen Du had crossed the border between the two countries and was in the border of Northern Qi. He would be with him soon. This made Yan Xiaoyi feel relieved. He smiled and looked at Mr. Li, who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but seemed to be ignorant of some common trivia that everyone knew. He responded:

"Normally, for such a grand event, most people would reserve seats several days in advance. However, Baoyue Tower and Zuixianju only entered the city yesterday, and they held a performance without taking a few days off, so everyone had to reserve seats today."

"It's noon now, which is actually quite late."

After listening to Yan Xiaoyi's explanation, Li An nodded.

But his next words made the situation awkward.

"I'm the national teacher. Do I also need to reserve a seat in advance? Won't they reserve a seat for me?"

"This..." Yan Xiaoyi was speechless after being asked.

That's right. With Li Ang's status, he didn't need to book a seat in advance. The organizer must have found out who has status in the city and arranged the seats. In this way, the disciple's actions seemed unnecessary.

Ang Lee thought that these rough old men were okay at fighting, but it was a real mess when it came to arranging the trivial matters of life.

There still has to be a hostess.

Li An sighed slightly and couldn't help thinking that even if there was a hostess, she would not arrange for him to visit a brothel!

Well, let me just let my disciples do it.

After lunch, Li An came to the lakeside of the garden, opened the system panel and checked his own data.

[Host: Li An] [Age: 26]

[Attributes: Strength 93, Speed ​​90, Intelligence 25, Stamina 86]

[Skills: Domineering Qi (Kingly Way): Reach the pinnacle. Divination LV9. Wind God Leg: Reach the pinnacle, Holy Spirit Thirteen Swords: Reach the pinnacle! Telepathic Divine Finger: Reach the pinnacle. Being a teacher: Reach the pinnacle]

[Realm: Grandmaster]

【物品：“天问”剑、“四顾”剑、“白鹤”剑、“金刚”剑、“清风”剑、纳米剑匣、丹药若干、M1911半自动手枪、T-14阿玛塔主战坦克（燃料百分之72，炮弹8枚）、纳米新能源微型机器人组件（4/13）.】

[Wealth value: 261 million taels of silver]

It has been a long time since I checked my own attributes, but I didn't expect there to be a slight increase.

Looking at the growing value and the motionless Grand Master realm, Li An fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the Grandmaster realm is really the ceiling of this world? Li An didn't believe it. The growing Qi in his body and a strange feeling told him that there should be a way to go above it.

It seems that Qingshan and his party have to set off as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, Li An took out the "Qingfeng" sword and became familiar with flying with the sword again.

On the lake, Li Ang's figure flying the sword kept flashing, stirring up waves, which was amazing.

Time passed by and slowly came to evening.

Let’s go and see the flowers in all their splendor!
Open the door and let the evil winds outside blow in!
Seeing that his disciple and Wang Shisanlang had not returned yet, Li An could only leave the house with Yan Xiaoyi. A carriage had already been parked outside the gate, which made him sigh that it was convenient to have a housekeeper, who could think ahead of him in everything.

The two got on the carriage and slowly drove towards the center of the city.

Yipinju.

The store lives up to its name.

Not only the quality and style of the dishes, but also the decoration and layout can make the guests very satisfied.

This restaurant is also seven stories high, covering a large area, and has an ancient flavor. Not only is there the sound of stringed instruments, but there are also storytellers filling the place. If you listen carefully, you will find that it is the book "A Dream of Red Mansions" written by Fan Xian, which is becoming increasingly popular these days.

If that were the case, it would be fine. Even the open space square of the restaurant at night is under the name of this restaurant.

This open space is a convenient place for nobles and traveling merchants to park their carriages and horses. One can imagine that the owner of this restaurant is very meticulous.

At the same time, it can also be seen that the power and strength of the person behind this restaurant.

After all, it is not an ordinary person who can own such a large piece of land in the center of the city.

When the two men entered the restaurant, the waiter who was in charge of the crowd had sharp eyes and saw them from a distance.

Seeing his extraordinary demeanor, he immediately accompanied him to greet him carefully, asking, "Second Master, have you reserved a seat?"

This really stumped Li Ang.

I don't know whether that bastard disciple and that damned Wang Shisanlang have booked a seat. Li An had no choice but to reveal his identity and tell the truth: "My name is Li An, and I am the newly appointed Imperial Master by His Majesty."

Ouch!
The servant shuddered and hurriedly apologized, "Please wait a moment, my lords. I will notify the shopkeeper and take you to the VIP table."

There is no doubt that the term VIP seat was coined by Ye Qingmei when she was doing business.

The two of them sat down and waited. After a while, the shopkeeper came down from upstairs.

"My Lords, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please follow me!"

After saying that, he led the way and went upstairs.

Seeing this, the two followed and arrived at the top floor after a while.

After settling down like this, the performance conference is officially about to begin!

(End of this chapter)