Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

After receiving the affirmative reply from Song Qing, Ji Rao said angrily, "this is a bold and courageous man. He bullied my demon sect. If you don't give him a lesson this time, you can't convince the public."

He turned his head to see the song and Qing Dynasties, who immediately said, "the leader is wise."

Ji Rao got the answer he wanted and nodded enigmatically. In Song Qing's eyes, he felt a sense of joy.

It's too late to go now.

They arrived at Shaoling city day and night.

Ji Rao has not suffered much either in modern times or in ancient times. When he came to Shaoling City, he lived in the Best Inn in Tianzi. After bathing and dressing, he felt that he had come back to life.

I'm very sincere.

"In."

With the approval of the cult leader, Song Qing pushed the door and entered. At this time, a religious leader was sitting on the bed, tying the belt on his clothes. Xu had just bathed out, his hair was half dry and scattered behind him. His body was wrapped in a slightly broad white lining, which made Ji Rao's lips more red. His head was lowered, and his hands were white and smooth, and his fingertips were round, There was an impulse to put his fingertips in his mouth.

It is not that Song Qing has never seen Ji Rao go out of the bath like this. They grew up together and saw what should not be seen. It was only at this time that he suddenly found out that the leader of his family had grown up, and that he had reached such a level when he did not know it.

Tie the belt, jirao stood up, he stroked his half dry hair and yawned, "what's the matter?"

Song Qing watched Ji Rao sit on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and then pasted it on the wooden eaves in front of the window.

The window was closed, and jirao reached out and pushed it open.

"It's cold outside. The leader has just bathed, so it's easy to get cold."

"No problem." Ji Rao raised her finger and pointed to the opposite chair, "sit down."

After Song Qing sat down, Ji Rao pushed the tea to someone. Song Qing took it and said, "it's said that langliang came two days ago, and it's the prefecture magistrate's gold. We have to find someone quickly."

"Let Shaoling city send more people, day and night. Check out those who leave the city, especially those who are similar to those who are lazy and restrained. " Then he blinked, "if you remember correctly, there should be our people in Shaoling city?"

Song Qing was a little unnatural by his blink, and his face was a little hot. He lowered his head in a hurry and gave a cry.

After Ji Rao got the answer he wanted, he turned his head and looked out. He held his head in one hand, and his sleeve slipped down, revealing half of his white arm. He squinted at the street below. People in coarse linen clothes were yelling at the street side, laying out various kinds of food. Occasionally, a lot of money passed by, and a few boys carried a sedan chair with six Jiao Xiangling in it, and pedestrians avoided one after another.

A wisp of hair was blown to the front by the wind, and jirao pulled it to the back. In a twinkling of an eye, he looked at a person at the bottom.

Wearing the most common black hat and cheap clothes, the man looked like a poor scholar who went to Beijing for the exam. The scholar looked up carelessly. Their eyes were far away in the air. The man lowered his head and walked quickly.

In a flash, Ji Rao didn't pay much attention to it. What he didn't see was the corner of his mouth gently bent after lowering his head.

"It is said that the magistrate's men are searching the city for the philanderer." Song Qing looked down at Ji Rao and followed him. There was a lot of excitement underneath, and there was nothing.