The cannon fodder fake prince at the beginning, I won by hugging thighs

Cheng Xianlin stroked the beard that had just begun to grow on his chin and narrowed his eyes.

"You can go out and play today. You don't need to flatter him, just have normal interactions with him.

I don't expect you to get any confidential information out of him.

I just hope that because of your friendship, if he were with the Crown Prince, he would let you know when he heard that Your Majesty intended to send envoys to the tribe or the Xia Kingdom.

Your master... has never been far away. The Northwest and South Xia are both places with extreme weather. If I go there, I will die!"

As the old guy was talking, he actually started wiping away tears.

Qingchuan also looked as if he was used to it. He hugged his master and comforted him with a look of despair on his face.

Even without using mental power, Lu Jiao could hear Lord Cheng crying while standing outside.

It has to be said that regardless of whether the two of them were acting or not, Lord Cheng had achieved his goal.

Lu Jiao would definitely share such bizarre experiences with Yan Yuanhao!

She installed wooden stakes outside the study for a long time before Qingchuan came out.

He also looked like he was pretending to be dead, as if the person who had hugged his master in the study before was not him.

"You come in with me."

Lu Jiao followed him, walked to the table and stood still, bowed and said, "Meet Master Cheng!"

"Yes! Are you Lu Jiao?"

"To answer your Excellency's question, that's right."

Cheng Xianlin looked at Lu Jiao's face for a long time and nodded with satisfaction.

He is a good boy with clear eyes, but his eyebrows and eyes look familiar, a bit like the prince of a county.

Little did he know that the person in front of him was none other than the Ninth Prince, whom he had met once before at Qinming Cottage.

However, more than a month had passed since the incident, and Lu Jiao's appearance was very different from what it was before.

Because of his psychic powers, Lu Jiao's appearance is becoming more and more like his previous life.

The outline is deep and the edges are sharp.

The appearance and temperament of the men dressed up by Yan Jiao are very different.

It was expected that Cheng Xianlin didn't recognize him.

"You go ahead!"

Lu Jiao was confused. They pulled her in just to take a look?

She was still in a daze, but Qingchuan had already grabbed her sleeve and dragged her out.

"Come with me quickly!"

After leaving the study, Lu Jiao secretly asked Qingchuan: "You pulled me in here just to let your master take a look at me?"

"Yes! Otherwise, how could I be so lucky to be able to go out and play!

I am using your name to bully others, you won't be angry with me, right?"

Lu Jiao stretched out his finger and pointed at Qingchuan, looking gloating: "Aren't you afraid that your master will know? You told me about this?"

"What's the big deal!" His tone was nonchalant, as if he really didn't think there would be any bad consequences if Lu Jiao knew that he had ulterior motives.

He brought Lu Jiao to the courtyard where the servants of the Cheng Mansion lived.

It is called a compound, but in fact it is just a row of back buildings built along the inner courtyard wall. It is incomparable to the separate courtyard where Lu Jiao and others live.

Four or five people squeezed on a long kang, which was nowhere near as spacious as the Guiyan Pavilion.

Qingchuan put the snacks that Lu Jiao gave him into the cabinet and locked it, then led his men out.

As the corner gate of the Cheng Mansion closed again, Qingchuan was like a pig released from a pen, full of energy.

"Come on, come on, the meat pies at Liu Aizi's are the most delicious. If you go too late, you won't be able to buy them!"

Lu Jiao recalled Qingchuan's words just now and asked, "Why did you tell me?"

Qingchuan looked around and saw no one he knew, so he whispered, "I'm just a little book boy. I don't have the ambition to be a confidant, and my brain isn't that good, so why should I get involved in the affairs of adults?

Our master has also said that your prince is favored by His Majesty. If he can get even a few words of advice from him, it would save our master from danger.

He didn't count on me, but I did get some benefit - I could go out and buy meat pies!"

Qingchuan is so self-aware and clear about his own strengths and weaknesses, gains and losses. Such people are very rare.

"Besides, I saw it all at Zhiweizhai before. Those servants tried to trick you, but you said nothing, and none of them succeeded.

Although I am not smart, I am not stupid either. I will never do anything that will lead to failure!"

Qingchuan changed from being cautious and careful in Cheng's house and laughed happily.

He was so frank that Lu Jiao didn't know how to respond. Maybe this was Qingchuan's wisdom.

Lu Jiao laughed along, "You're right! Don't worry, I will definitely mention Master Cheng to our prince."

Qingchuan laughed even more loudly when he heard that.

He bowed to Lu Jiao and sang like he had seen in the theater before: "Qingchuan greets you!"

"Hahaha! Let's go! If the meat pie doesn't taste good, I will definitely not agree!"

In order not to shock the world, Lu Jiao stopped after eating five meat patties. The taste was indeed delicious, no wonder Qingchuan had been thinking about it for so long.

The two sat on the low wall near the meat pie stall, watching the owner knead the dough and fry the meat pie one after another.

Seeing Qingchuan looking so absorbed in the subject, Lu Jiao asked curiously, "Don't you plan to ask for mercy and ask Master Cheng to let you leave the mansion?"

Qingchuan did not directly answer Lu Jiao's question, but pointed at the meat pie stall and said, "How much money do you think this meat pie stall can make every day?"

Lu Jiao didn't understand how the two things were related and took a quick glance into the butcher's cash box.

"At least two or three hundred coins."

The ingredients of this meat pie are very good. One meat pie sells for five cents, so you can only make one cent in profit.

"But he has to get up early and work late, making cakes all the time, to make so much money." He looked at the person coming from a distance, "He also has to pay a monthly fee.

I think I can't bear such hardship.

What's more, I am a family-born child, and the indentures of my family are in the hands of the master and his mistress.

After I left the government, I was just a poor peasant without any land.

Moreover, I can't take the imperial examination within three generations. Why do you think I should leave the house?

I am very happy to be able to come out like this once in a while.”

Qingchuan looked at Lu Jiao and smiled: "Thank you!"

Lu Jiao suddenly had an illusion that Qingchuan should be quite smart and insightful.

But so what? As a house-born child, the best he could do in his entire life was to be a butler, and he would have to squeeze past many people before he could climb to that position.

He must have thought this through clearly, and that's why he deliberately concealed his shortcomings.

Although Lu Jiao cherishes talent, he is not in a hurry.

The big men who came to collect the monthly salary had already walked to the meat stall.

A dirty purse slammed on the table with a bang.

As the big man moved, a lot of the dirt on the purse splashed onto the dough on the table.

Seeing this, Lu Jiao frowned slightly. She couldn't eat the meat pie made from this dough.

The people who were originally surrounding the meat pie stall also scattered like birds and beasts.

There were also a few people who took the meat patties without paying and took the opportunity to slip away.