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22. The test of the first day

"Then what are you still doing?"

"……ah?"

"Go pick it now! As a flower picker, how can you draw a hasty conclusion without verifying it?" Jiang Yuyu criticized him seriously, "It's too unprofessional!"

"..." (┬_┬) He doesn't play anymore! He wants to go home! Whoever likes to pretend, this flower picker, can pretend!

He didn't know how to deal with this topic at all, so he waved his hand and tapped Jiang Yuyu's vagina. He Yan, who was about to collapse, immediately pulled off the black cloth covering his face, regretting it so much that he wanted to hit the wall.

He was definitely out of his mind to think of such a bad idea!

In fact, what Jiang Yuyu said just now seemed different from her somewhat dull behavior during the day.

But He Yan felt that the words she said were not like what normal people would say.

Abnormal and stupid... can actually be the same, right?

So he felt that he had gained nothing from this trip.

Jiang Yuyu fell asleep, and Helian walked out of the darkness at night, with a look of laughter on his face.

After looking at her seriously for a while, Helian Ye ordered, "Have someone find out her identity."

He paused for a moment and then said, "Look for him in the capital."

In fact, although he has many enemies, they are all too stupid. For a long time, he has only tortured people on purpose and failed to deal with them all at once.

So he actually didn't care that much about who sent this little girl.

And tonight, after listening to the conversation just now, he began to face his true thoughts calmly. It had nothing to do with enemies. He just really wanted to know what kind of environment could cultivate such an eccentric person.

’s little girl.

"Yes." In fact, He Yan felt that if such a strange person had lived in the capital before, he would have been famous long ago.

But since the master gave such an order, there must be a reason for it, so he just did it.

Early the next morning, when Jiang Yuyu woke up, she found herself lying peacefully on the bed.

The fact that she was robbed by the "flower picker" last night was regarded as an insignificant incident and she didn't take it to heart.

It was easy for her to save her life in the palace or anywhere in ancient times. What she was worried about was how to fake the brand that could prove her identity.

Otherwise, without that thing, it would be difficult for her to leave Prince Jing's Mansion. She couldn't just stay in this Prince's Mansion to retire, right? There was no one here worthy of her staying for the rest of her life.

If the loyal He Yan heard this, he would definitely become anxious again.

Why not? Isn’t it the prince?

What a blessing it is to be able to appreciate the prince’s divine appearance for the rest of his life!

Besides, the prince is not only beautiful...

In order to find out more information in the future, Jiang Yuyu planned to go out for diplomacy and get acquainted with the maids and guards in the house.

Although she suddenly appeared in the mansion and had a prosperous "official" career, rising quickly to the "sacred" position of the prince's personal maid, Jiang Yuyu quickly became familiar with everyone with her innocent and harmless eyes.

stand up.

Except for a few eccentric people, most of the people in the palace are very kind.

Jiang Yuyu chatted happily with them, but after more than an hour, he discovered a very serious problem.

Not good, very bad.

When she woke up from the lake, she discovered that the body she had traveled through time had very good skin.

Some people are born with skin as delicate as porcelain. Wind, rain, and sun will not affect the quality of their skin. This is okay. But her hands now are also delicate and smooth. They feel like small cotton balls wrapped in silk. Why?

It seemed that the rich lady's hands had been carefully maintained and had not been subjected to any heavy work. Perhaps the rich lady's hands had never been touched by water except for bathing.


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