Chapter 310: The Prime Minister Is a Fake Gao Leng 10

Lian Qing pursed her lips, took the money bag in her hand and left, and muttered: "The villain died from talking too much." ”

It was the third watch, and the husband and the guy yawned and shouted: "The weather is dry, be careful...... Oh my god! ”

Halfway through the shout, someone covered his mouth, and the husband looked back and saw that it was someone from the official family.

Mo Qituo looked at the dead Fanbang spies, and he couldn't figure it out.

Who did that?

When he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and said that the matter was 1510, Xiao Gu smiled.

"You mean, you were asked to follow the people of that state, but you were one step slower, and by the time the people were already dead, and you still don't know who did it?"

Mo Qi felt that his legs were a little trembling.

"Genus, subordinates are incompetent."

Xiao Gu lowered his eyes and skimmed the tea leaves with the lid of the teacup: "It's quite incompetent." ”

Mo Qi looked up nervously and asked, "Can you make up for it?" ”

Xiao Gu glanced at him: "Say." ”

Mo Qi said happily: "Master, my subordinates will change their appearance, and they can also speak in Fanbang, just now my subordinates took a closer look, this fine figure is similar to mine!" It's not as good as ......."

"Why don't I pretend to be this fine work and break into the interior of Fanbang?"

Xiao Gu looked at him with a mocking look, but he did say, "You can try." ”

Mo Qi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his proposal, and rushed to change his appearance.

As soon as he left, Mo Jiu and the others immediately showed pity, stupid boy, they didn't know that letting him go was the real punishment of the master.

The countenances and shapes of these fine works can be imitated, but what about the intonation of the voices?

Mo Qi hadn't heard the dead man on the ground speak.

Mo Qi, this kid is newly promoted, and his brain is quite bright.

As soon as he changed his outfit, he also thought of the drawbacks, so he made himself a setting of "can't open his mouth when he was cold", suppressed his throat, spoke intermittently, and really didn't let people debunk it.

The young man couldn't be happier, and he couldn't wait to go back to the house to praise his wit.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wuliang, who came to receive the news, said: "The master said, since you want to pretend to be a spy, just pretend to be a little bit, you don't have to go back, you just stay in the Yuanwai Mansion and continue to contact the dancer." ”

Mo Qi's face turned green for a moment.

According to reliable sources, the contact between the spies and the dancers is extremely "intimate"!

The master had an order to obey, and Mo Qi gritted his teeth and entered the Yuanwai Mansion.

At that time, Lianqing was catching sparrows with a frame and a handful of millet.

At first, she wanted to steal the chickens, but as soon as she caught two and brought them back to the yard, she was sent back by Soho with a panicked face.

Lian Qing remembered what Lin Fatzi said, and roughly understood.

If she causes trouble, Lin Fatzi plans to sell her, and Soho can't refuse yet.

Holding a grass path in her mouth, Lian Qing shook her head and shook her head: Silly woman, Lin Fatzi lied to you.

When Lin Su grows up and can be slaughtered, even if she doesn't cause trouble, Lin Fatzi will find a way to make her cause some trouble.

Soho stupidly believed his nonsense.

The ancient woman's thinking pattern couldn't be reversed for a while, so Lian Qing had to think of another way to make up for Su Ho.

Whether it's for a mission or to find someone who doesn't know where, Soho has to live a long life.

The body's old diseases can be cured, but there is no way to be hungry.

People are iron and rice are steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic.

Lian Qing couldn't stand boiling water to boil wild vegetables every day, so she took the wowotou sent from the kitchen.

She doesn't eat meat, isn't that a waste of Soho's craft?

The basket fell with a clatter, and a handful of old rice was exchanged for three sparrows, which was worth it.