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

"Yes." Yan Yuanhao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then took out a seal from a wooden box beside him and stamped it on a piece of paper with bamboo leaves printed on it.

"Take it. If they have something important to do, they can use this to find the back door of Guiyan Pavilion."

Lu Jiao looked at the piece of paper with Yan Yuanhao's name printed on it, and suddenly remembered a scam in his previous life.

Someone takes a blank piece of paper and asks someone to sign it, and then adds content to it.

She didn't want to leave such a misunderstanding.

He glanced across the table, took a wolf-hair brush from the rosewood pen holder, dipped it evenly in ink, and drew a big S on the paper.

"This way, we won't have to worry about anyone else adding any text to it!"

Lu Jiao's action made Yan Yuanhao stunned at first, but then he immediately understood her intention.

"You are too cautious!"

Lu Jiao carefully blew the ink dry and explained, "You believe me, and I believe them, but you two are strangers.

People’s hearts are hidden, so you should be careful in the future.

If someone takes your seal and asks your future wife out, do you think she will be fooled?"

Yan Yuanhao's eyes turned cold and stern: "I won't give him such an opportunity."

Lu Jiao was too lazy to ask who the "he" Yan Yuanhao was talking about was, and she curled her lips and continued, "Don't take it lightly.

You are a very popular figure in Beijing now, and many eyes are on you.

You can't do anything to yourself, but can't you do something to Gu Yanning?

Her situation is much more dangerous than yours: What if Xiao Xu gets a cousin or something and puts him in the front yard? She usually goes to the study to supervise her brother's study. Then..."

Don’t make Lu Jiao’s unfinished intention too obvious.

"Have you heard any new news?"

Lu Jiao shook his head: "Not really.

It's just that there are only so many ways to break up a couple. You're flawless here, so I'll just pick on the weak ones!"

"You, your words are rough but your point is true."

Yan Yuanhao has already started thinking about how to defile himself.

He certainly couldn't cause a loss of life like he did in his previous life, so he quickly thought of the third son of the Xuanwei Marquis family.

Seeing him lost in thought, Lu Jiao reminded him again: "Let Gu Yanning know what you are going to do first, so as not to let the little girl misunderstand!"

The depressing atmosphere in the study suddenly disappeared.

Yan Yuanhao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He grabbed the discarded rice paper and threw it at Lu Jiao: "Don't forget, you are only twelve years old!"

Lu Jiao spread his hands: "You are only three years older than me, don't act like an old man all the time!"

After saying this, he slipped away without waiting for Yan Yuanhao's answer.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.

How can I live my life again and be as carefree as in my previous life?

Yan Yuanhao took out another piece of paper and wrote on it: Believe me.

There is still no title and no signature.

"An Yi, you and Xing Xuan go to the Zhennan Palace and give this piece of paper to Miss Gu."

A person walked out from the shadows, took the paper, and immediately blended into the darkness, as if he had never appeared.

Yan Yuanhao was quite satisfied. At this time in his previous life, the hiding skills of his secret guards were not as good as they are now.

I think that when Lu Jiao was teaching the guards on weekdays, the secret guards also sent people to learn secretly.

Boom--boom--

In the early morning, the melodious sound of drums woke Lu Jiao from his sleep.

She stretched and sat up.

The long hair that reached her chest was no longer as dull and yellow as it was at the beginning, but it looked a little messy after a night's sleep.

Chen Wen came in carrying a wooden basin and walked to Lu Jiao.

"Sir, I will help you wash up."

Lu Jiao regained consciousness in an instant: "When Aze wakes up in a while, tell him that I will take him out hunting tomorrow and ask him to remember to ask for two days off from Mr.

She paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you want to go?"

"Can I do that too?"

"Why not? You've been training with the guards lately, so you should have learned a little bit of boxing and kicking.

And with me here with you, you don’t have to worry about safety issues.”

Chen Wen hurriedly handed the wrung-out cloth to Lu Jiao and denied it repeatedly: "Sir, that's not what I meant! I'm just not used to it yet..."

"Then get used to it quickly!"

After Lu Jiao washed up hastily, she let Chen Wen tie her hair into a bun and tied it on top of her head with a ribbon.

She also ordered: "Don't forget to inform the stable to prepare three horses for us tomorrow. They should be docile."

"Yes!" Chen Wen took the handful of silver she handed over, and the smile on his face remained on his face all day.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Jiao appeared in a dark alley near Huichun Hall.

It was just past Yinshi (5 o'clock) and the sky was still pitch dark.

The breeze blows on people, bringing a hint of coolness. There is a slight moisture in the air, which is very comfortable.

Lu Jiao found a fifty-year-old ginseng from the pile of medicinal materials that he had collected from the imperial pharmacy, wrapped it in a random piece of cloth, and stuffed it into his arms.

"Oh my! You are such a waste!"

Doctor Du was dug out of bed by the pharmacist. He was still a little unconscious at first, but he woke up immediately when he saw the cloth bag handed to him by Lu Jiao.

In the candlelight in front of the medicine cabinet, he counted the injured roots with heartache.

"Look, several of them are broken!"

Lu Jiao touched his nose awkwardly.

She just didn't want to put this thing in a box with the Imperial Pharmacy mark, she didn't think so much.

"It's all used as medicine anyway, so it's a good idea to use it when it's broken."

Lu Jiao smiled ingratiatingly, but received a roll of the eyes from Doctor Du.

Humph--

The old man snorted, took out a pair of small scissors from the medicine cabinet, and cut off all the broken roots.

After weighing, there was still a little less, so I had to cut a few more from the taproot.

Looking at the arrogant old man who refused to give in, Lu Jiao couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Ginseng with its fibrous roots cut off looks more like a radish.

Doctor Du wrapped the cloth and returned it to Lu Jiao: "These are enough, you can take the rest back."

After saying that, he yawned and secreted a lot of physiological tears.

Lu Jiao also knew that she had disturbed the old doctor's sleep, so she bowed and said, "Thank you for your concern, Doctor Du."

The old man waved his hand and walked to the back hall: "It's okay. Practicing medicine and treating illnesses is my duty. Dusan, I'll take a nap for a while."

The latter sentence was said to the little medicine boy.

Du Sang agreed, and carefully put away the ginseng roots that he had cut earlier in the paper that wrapped the medicinal materials. He wrote the three words "Liu Lishi" on the outside, and put it in a locked medicine cabinet.

I think it must be Mrs. Liu’s name.

Lu Jiao touched his stomach and asked, "Brother Dusang, do you know if there is any delicious food nearby?"

"Go left when you get out of the door, then go west after two intersections. There's a morning market nearby with lots of delicious food."

Dusan thought of the various snacks at the morning market and swallowed silently.

"There's a restaurant that sells delicious wontons, pork and green onion dumplings, and spicy hotpot..."

By the end of his speech, his own stomach began to growl.