Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi looked at Chen Jinnan suspiciously, and couldn't help but tighten his arms around Shuang'er's hand.

Chen Jinnan nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Xiaobao is a spy I planted in the Manchu court, and he has become a celebrity around Kangxi. The court will definitely send someone to rescue him."

"Well, Brother Chen is right." Lin Pingzhi said.

The court did send someone.

Duo Long knelt in front of him, begging himself to save Wei Xiaobao back.

So when he came to the Golden Snake Camp by himself, he also took on the task of rescuing Wei Xiaobao.

Of course, it is impossible to tell Chen Jinnan this.

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi agreed with him, Chen Jinnan continued:

"I discussed it with Xiaobao. He is smarter, eccentric, and has a lot of tricks. It is necessary not to expose Xiaobao's identity as an undercover agent, but also to have someone rescue him."

Lin Pingzhi suddenly felt a little interested.

This is for acting!

"It's interesting, Brother Chen, tell me, what should we do?" Lin Pingzhi looked at Chen Jinnan with interest.

He wanted to know what kind of play Chen Jinnan and Wei Xiaobao had discussed, and they were waiting to act it out for him.

Chen Jinnan nodded and said:

"Specifically, we need the cooperation of people from the Golden Snake Camp and the Red Flower Club. We need to create an appearance that Xiaobao is indeed being detained and that the guards are tight, but we must let them go!"

"Understood, then I just don't strike, so as not to strike too hard and beat people to death." Lin Pingzhi continued Chen Jinnan's words.

This is just right, he doesn't have to make a move.

The identity of Mo Zunlou himself will not be exposed.

Chen Jinnan saw that Lin Pingzhi understood what he meant.

Very happy.

The only uncontrollable thing is Lin Pingzhi.

As long as Lin Pingzhi can handle it.

Others are not a problem.

"Then Xiandi Lin should feel wronged and don't show up."

"no problem."

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into the night.

Lin Pingzhi leaned on the bed.

Shuang'er was hammering Lin Pingzhi's legs.

The intensity is moderate.

Lin Pingzhi felt very comfortable.

While enjoying the horse killing chicken service.

From time to time, Lin Pingzhi lifted Shuang'er's blue hair and rubbed it lightly on her face.

"Young master, itches."

Shuang'er said a little aggrieved.

But she didn't dare to stop Lin Pingzhi's actions.

I can only express my small emotions with the voice of grievance.

"Hahaha!"

Lin Pingzhi laughed heartily:

"You'll be more itchy in the future."

Shuang'er looked at Lin Pingzhi in puzzlement.

Even the movements of the hands are forgotten.

"Huh? Why, young master?" Shuang'er asked innocently.

Looking at Shuang'er's big blinking eyes.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help feeling ashamed.

What a beast!

Shuang'er is just an ignorant little girl.

How can I start the car casually?

However, the more innocent, the more innocent.