Cultivating My Empre

"Third son, hurry over and take the guest's horse to the stable. Remember to feed it the best hay!",Just as Zhang Liyang and a few others were having their meal, a commotion arose outside the door, followed by a dozen or so people entering the inn.,The man yelling seemed to be of high status, and the shouted-at man hurriedly lowered his head and stopped talking. For a moment, only the sound of eating remained on the first floor.。