Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 60 Please No Ginseng Rooster

Ning · Ragged · Beggar · Zhao: Please don't ginseng the rooster.

She coughed twice, and said timidly: "Brother, I am a new little maid in the house."

"Nurse Suxin asked me to bring it here."

As soon as the boy heard that Ning Zhao had come to serve tea at the behest of Madam Suxin, the look of contempt on his face immediately disappeared, and a smile filled his face instead.

"Madam Suxin asked you to come? Oh, I'm sorry just now."

"You also know that our young master is so charming. Those little girls who threw themselves on the self-recommended pillow mat have eight hundred if not one thousand."

He led Ning Zhao into the yard, walked to the door, and knocked lightly on the door twice.

"Master, Madam Suxin sent a maid to bring you tea."

No one in the room responded.

The boy seemed to be used to it long ago, and he pushed the door open, "Go."

As soon as Ning Zhao stepped into the door, he quickly closed the door from the outside.

No way, sending tea is so mysterious, what is it for?
As soon as she turned her head, she met a big face.

Her skin was white and white, her lips were blood red, and the upper and lower rows of teeth protruded, which was terrifying.

Ning Zhao swallowed, picked up the tray in his hand and threw it at the big face.

With a bang, the teacup fell to the ground.

The face in front of him also fell to the ground with a bang, and it turned out to be just a mask filled with color.

"Junior Sister Mo?"

"Senior Sister Ning!"

The man behind the mask was actually Mo Yiyi!
She was wearing a charming gauze red dress, half of her thin white waist was exposed, her face was painted with mature makeup that didn't match her age, and her small cherry mouth was also bright red.

Mo Yiyi flew towards Ning Zhao, his big eyes blinking.

"Senior sister, why are you in this space?"

"I thought there were only me and Senior Brother Ye here!"

When Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Mo Yiyi had just finished saying "Senior Brother Ye" when Ning Zhao saw Ye Tianhe lift the gauze curtain and come out.

"Azhao?"

Seeing Ning Zhao, Ye Tianhe was taken aback for a moment, and then seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and asked in surprise, "Could it be... that everyone is in the same space?"

Ning Zhao shook his head, "Currently, there are Senior Brother Xu and Junior Brother Chu in this space."

"I'm not sure whether everyone is in the same space."

Ye Tianhe understood, and asked again: "The Ming Dynasty is also in this space? What tasks do you each have?"

Afraid that Ning Zhao might misunderstand, he glanced at Mo Yiyi and continued, "Yiyi's mission is to marry into the City Lord's Mansion."

"My task is..." He seemed not to know what to say, he opened and closed his mouth several times.

It was Mo Yiyi who said it for him, "Brother Tianhe's task is to marry the oiran of Tianxianglou."

Marry into the city lord's mansion, marry the oiran of Tianxianglou?
If I guessed right, the world in this fantasy is just a game for the hero and heroine?

"I am the oiran of Tianxianglou."

Mo Yiyi's voice came again, confirming Ning Zhao's conjecture.

Ning Zhao felt more and more that this small world was also treating people differently.

The mission of the hero and heroine is to fall in love sweetly, and her vicious supporting role is to be a part-time detective?Damn, it's really too hateful!

At this moment, Ye Tianhe looked at Ning Zhao with a puzzled expression, and asked softly, "Azhao, what is your mission?"

Ning Zhao: ...

Have you ever heard of tadpoles looking for their mother?My mission is to find my mother.

Although she thought so, she would not really say it, "My mission is to find out my true identity."

"And asked to come to the City Lord's Mansion."

"I guess, my identity must be related to the City Lord's Mansion, maybe there will be many incidents at this banquet."

"what…"

Mo Yiyi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly tilted his head to look at Ye Tianhe, "Brother Tianhe, do you know why the City Lord's Mansion is holding a celebration banquet?"

"The people in Tianxiang Tower don't know why they are celebrating, they only know that the city lord appointed me to dance for fun."

Ning Zhao glanced across the faces of the two, and said softly: "The city owner has a problem."

When Ning Zhao saw Ye Tianhe slowly shaking his head, everyone's expressions changed.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Suddenly there was a regular knock on the door.

"My son, my son?"

"The city lord is here."

Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi looked at each other, and the two hid in the closet in a panic, not even daring to make a sound.

The door was pushed open from the outside, Ye Tianhe straightened his clothes freely, pressed the booklet with one hand, waved the folding fan with the other hand, and did not go up to him.

"Tianhe."

It was a voice that sounded lifeless and old.

Just listening to this voice, Ning Zhao thought of the appearance of this person outside.

In his seventies and eighties, with gray hair and beard, he was trembling on crutches.

"What's the matter, father?" Ning Zhao looked out from the gap in the closet, and vaguely saw Ye Tianhe sitting at the desk, picking up a pen and starting to write and draw.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man in dark blue clothes. He didn't look very old, and his posture was very calm.

The city lord of Luancheng was not annoyed when he saw Ye Tianhe's appearance, he still asked in a gentle voice: "Tianhe, did you see Miss Yiyi, the Huakui of Xianglou that day?"

"I asked her to come over and dance for the celebration banquet. Just now, the nun in her room said that no one saw her."

"Miss Yiyi came to the city lord's mansion for the first time, and she was unfamiliar with the place. I was afraid that she would go the wrong way and come to your side."

Ye Tianhe still shook his head, "Father thinks too much, Miss Yiyi is not with me."

"All right…"

The Lord of Luancheng sighed, turned and walked towards the door, Ning Zhao seemed to see him glance at the direction of the wardrobe before leaving.

The door creaked shut.

Mo Yiyi and Ning Zhao jumped out of the closet, Ye Tianhe pointed to the door first, and then pointed to the pen and paper on the table.So everyone dared not speak, and communicated through pen and paper.

Ye Tianhe first wrote a few lines, "There is a problem with the Lord of Luan City. I can see that his eyes are black and his footsteps are sloppy. It seems that he is a strong outsider. And...he seems to be a monk."

Ning Zhao's eyes lingered on the word "monk" for a moment, then took the brush and wrote: "I am in this world, without cultivation or spiritual power."

"It's not just me, Senior Brother Xu and Junior Brother Chu don't have any cultivation either."

"We are just ordinary people in this world."

Mo Yiyi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and also took the pen and wrote: "I feel that there is definitely something wrong with the Lord of Luan City! His lewd expression just now is really disgusting!"

Ye Tianhe raised his hand and set up a sound-proof barrier, enveloping the three of them.

He pursed his lips and looked at his fingers, "I have cultivation."

Seeing, seeing, seeing with both eyes.

"You need to be cautious in everything, Senior Brother Ye, unless you have to..." Don't use spiritual power.

After all, if the enemy doesn't move, I don't move.

Ye Tianhe nodded, he also understood that it would be a very stupid thing to reveal his hole cards before the enemy was exposed.

Mo Yiyi looked at the three flamboyant words "Senior Brother Xu" on the paper, and suddenly said, "By the way, Senior Sister Ning, what is the identity of Senior Brother Xu?"

Ning Zhao glanced at Mo Yiyi, and said those two words hesitantly, "Nurse."

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