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Chapter 449

They were the captives of the Murong family's royal family at that time.

What's the point of sacrificing one's children in order to steal one's life?
"Then I can't use the fake Princess Qinghe's vest, she must be under strict surveillance and it's inconvenient to do things."

"This..." Ji Fei was a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, he said, "There are only a few people who can affect the overall situation. If you don't want to use the princess's, is it possible to use the maid's?"

maid?

"Okay!"

Ji Fei said: "There is a maid who disguises herself as a man next to Murong Chong. She is the daughter of his nanny. In order to take care of him, she disguised herself as a man. But you have to remember that in the Purple Palace, as long as they are good-looking, men and women are not the same. Safety."

Nianxi: "..." This old pervert!
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Murong Chong: No matter how bright red blood is, it can't wash away the shame all over my body!

In the sixth year of Jianyuan, Fu Jian destroyed Qianyan, greedy for the beauty of Murong's siblings, and brought Qi and Qi into the Purple Palace.

At the same time, a nursery rhyme came out from Chang'an: "One female and one male, both fly into the purple palace."

At this time, Feng Huang was only 12 years old, and when he was 15 years old, he could leave this palace that made him feel ashamed all his life.

Yun Qingwei has been here for two years, but he failed to prevent him from entering the palace, failed to persuade Fu Jian to let him go, or kill him. On the contrary, he himself was not as good as the original owner Wang Jinglue. Fu Jian disliked it.

Go on playing, don't play with other people's vests to death.

Wang Jinglue's waistcoat lived until 375 A.D., and he still had two or three years to live. From now on, he is sickly.

What Ji Fei meant was that the original owner was in a state of illness and death. If the original owner's soul was not released, it might cause him to die early, which would change his fate and violate the rules.

They can only change the fate of the mission target.

Therefore, let other salesmen take over this task.

Nian Xi has been here for a day and a night, and has not seen the mission target yet.

Fenghuang was taken away by the old pervert yesterday, and he has not been sent back yet.

A court lady came in a hurry, with a rigid face, she said to Nian Xi: "Are you the servant girl Ayao?"

Nianxi froze for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, "I am."

Her new vest is a servant boy disguised as a man, the same size as Murong Chong, but a circle smaller than Murong Chong.

If there is no name, it is called A Yao.

"Go to the third side room on the left side of the main hall, someone wants to see you."

"Yes!" Nian Xi quickly entered the role state, and answered with a low eyebrow.

When she arrived at the place the maid said, she saw a middle-aged man with a sickly face. He was the vest used by Wang Meng, Wang Jinglue, and Yun Qingwei.

"Master Wang, Ah Yao is here."

"En." Wang Jing slightly raised his head and waved to the people in the room.

Afterwards, the maid and the book boy in the room withdrew together and closed the door.

Finally no need to pretend.

Wang Jinglue, who was sitting, suddenly got a little shorter, and leaned against the table with a big face.

"You're here? It's just in time. If you don't come, I won't be able to hold on."

"Yun Qingwei, you are an ancient person after all!" Looking at her sitting posture, Nian Xi shook her head and sighed, "No wonder Ji Fei said that you were about to play with Wang Meng's vest to death."

"Oh, you are wrong. I haven't been an ancient person for many years. You can try it instead? It's just the etiquette of sitting on your knees. If that shameless old man pulls you to sit on your knees and chat with him for a few hours, Make sure you don't even straighten your legs.

Hey, physical injury is nothing to fear, but who am I?Wang Meng, Wang Jinglue, Fu Jian's brain trusters.To avoid giving away my feet, every sentence and every word I say must be carefully thought out.It's a pity that my millennium-old wisdom may not be as good as Fu Jian's cunning old man! "

(End of this chapter)