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

By the time those foreigners discovered that this place had been emptied, the footprints at the scene would have been long gone.

The fact that this house has been uninhabited for a long time will also be spread by those idle people.

This place will no longer be able to serve as their supply point from now on, Lu Jiao thought maliciously.

There are so many places like this, and Lu Jiao wishes Urgutu would take her around them all.

The more good things that come your way and people are willing to give you money, the better.

It’s a pity that such a good thing only happens once.

They entered through the front door, exited through the back door, and finally returned to the courtyard where Lu Jiao found Master Shen.

At this time, ambiguous and painful voices came from Mr. Shen's room again.

Wow, this Sergan is really bold.

I just returned to the base and I have the mind to do this kind of thing.

Lu Jiao's mental power avoided Urgutu and collected all the papers in the secret compartment of the room into the space.

After two or three days, the language package had been completely digested, and it was not difficult for Lu Jiao to roughly understand the content.

It was written in ancient Mongolian, and most of the news was from the tribal royal court.

For example, his careless elder brother stole a few beautiful women.

This news had nothing to do with Jiang State, so Lu Jiao just glanced over it.

When she saw the letter written in Jiang language at the bottom, a playful smile appeared on her face.

This is a letter written by Guo Ping, the eldest son of General Zhengxi, to the royal family of the tribe.

It turns out that the Fourth Prince came to the capital this time to complete the transaction with the Guo family.

The Guo family raised food and fodder for the grassland tribe, and the tribe helped the Guo family find Tong Renjie, the son of the Duke of Zhenguo and Yan Yuanhao's uncle, who had been missing for twelve years.

In the plot, this prince of the Duke of Zhenguo was discovered by soldiers patrolling the border two years later. He had already married and had children on the grassland.

The Tong family was nailed to the pillar of shame for treason, and their property was confiscated and they were exiled.

But the only masters of the Tong family left were the old lady of the Duke's Mansion and Tong Renjie's wife, whom he had been married to for less than two years.

They died of illness on the way before they reached the place of exile.

At the moment, it seems that this "border patrol soldier" leading the way is quite fake.

Lu Jiao put the letter into her sleeve and didn't plan to take the rest back.

In order not to alert the enemy, Lu Jiao used his mental power to forge one of the letters containing the erotic affairs of Brother Urgutu into a letter with Guo Ping's private seal.

Unless one's mental strength is stronger than Lu Jiao's, it is possible to break the disguise.

Lu Jiao sorted the letters and put them back in the same way they had been received.

She didn't touch anything else.

As soon as she returned to the room, Lu Jiao saw the oil paper bag she brought back placed on the eight-immortals table in the outer room.

Each one was wrapped as it was, but Lu Jiao still noticed that something was missing.

I also know that I can’t eat too much at night.

Lu Jiao calmed the two men down, letting them fall into a deep sleep, and then brought food to the yard.

Everything is quiet and the sky is clear and the air is fresh.

The full moon in the sky took away the brightness of all the stars, illuminating the courtyard brightly.

Lu Jiao was gnawing on the duck leg while sighing in his heart.

It turns out that my stepfather is not the prince carefully trained by the late emperor, and he is much worse in governing.

The Guo family was in the northwest, colluding with the tribe, and my stepfather was kept in the dark.

In addition to proving the Guo family's absolute control over the northwest, it also shows his incompetence.

No wonder he was poisoned to death later, leaving behind a mess, which benefited the Fourteenth Old Man.

At that time, Old Fourteen lived a comfortable life under the protection of the brainless Yan Huan until he was fourteen years old.

Afterwards, he entrusted his son to Yan Yuanhao and was very caring towards his cousin, the Fourteenth Brother, and took great care of him.

But Old Fourteen was an uneasy man after all, and was not willing to be inferior to others.

Lu Jiao didn’t know whether Yan Yuanhao had found his uncle at this time, otherwise the women in the Zhenguo Mansion would be in trouble again.

While she was daydreaming, she actually ate most of the contents of the oil paper bag.

The remaining few are all the ones that Lu Ze and Chen Wen like.

She never touched it again, and still strung it together with a hemp rope and hung it in the well.

The first ray of purple light in the morning shone on Lu Jiao.

She squinted her eyes, changed into a comfortable position, and continued to sleep on the roof.

Later she was awakened by Lu Ze's loud shouting.

"The things are gone! My brother must have come back, but where is he?

Have they already gone to the martial arts arena? Chen Wen, hurry up!"

The warm but not dazzling sunlight shone on Lu Jiao, making her feel so comfortable that she didn't want to move a finger.

But thinking of the letter in her arms, she yawned and jumped off the roof.

Everyone in the yard was shocked.

Kaiyang complained angrily: "Say something before you come down!

Otherwise, the guards will think you are an assassin and what if they accidentally hurt you?"

"Don't worry, I'm the only one who will hurt anyone. Aze, the snacks I brought for you are hanging in the well, don't forget to eat them."

Lu Jiao walked around Kaiyang and went into the house to wash up.

But he was thinking about the result of Lu Jiao going out last night, so he followed him into the house.

"Did you find those guys last night?"

"found it."

"Really? Have you found anything? Where are they hiding? What are they going to do in Beijing?"

Questions came one after another like a string of cannonballs, not giving Lu Jiao any chance to speak.

Lu Jiao simply waited for Kaiyang to finish speaking, then looked at him calmly: "When I report to the prince later, you can just listen by the side.

Otherwise, if I tell you now, I will have to tell you again when I go to the prince’s study later.

Isn't that a waste of my breath? "

Kaiyang was choked, but couldn't refute.

Curiosity was driving me crazy, and I really wanted to get into Lu Jiao's brain and look through her memories.

Unfortunately, Lu Jiao was always on guard against him. Once he approached, she quickly moved away and looked at him warily.

Lu Jiao had finished washing up, but Kaiyang still hadn't found an opportunity to take action.

I could only accept my fate and said, "Let's go, the prince is still waiting for you!"

Lu Jiao slowly wiped her face dry, then took out a small box of facial cream from her arms, scooped out a soybean-sized amount of oil and applied it to her face.

"Oh! My ancestors! Please come with me!

When can't I apply this facial cream? "

Lu Jiao dodged his outstretched claws while continuing to apply facial cream carefully.

I've been exposed to the sun a lot recently, and I feel like my face has become a little rough.

Before Kaiyang went berserk, Lu Jiao finally gave in.

"Let's go, I found something good!"

Kaiyang almost vomited blood. At the last moment, he still wanted to keep it a secret. Isn't this just making things difficult for him?

Lu Jiao came to Yan Yuanhao's study, took out a letter from his arms and threw it directly on the table.

Yan Yuanhao's eyes moved away from the book and fell on the envelope.

"Is this what you found last night?"

"Ouch! Isn't this nonsense!"

Kaiyang's nose was almost touching the letter, and he wanted to snatch it and open it to take a look.

Yan Yuanhao looked at Kaiyang carefully. Did this kid take the wrong medicine? How dare he say that he was talking nonsense?

He reached out and picked up the letter.

The outer envelopes are sold in all major bookstores in Beijing.

The coin cost five cents, and had no patterns or marks on it.