MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 433. The little prince was rescued
433. The little prince was rescued
This night seems to be very long, and in a place that many people who are immersed in joy do not know, there is a bleak storm. Originally, the dark piles that Mo Jingli secretly confessed to rely on were removed one by one. By the next day, many people would find that the people who originally lived by themselves suddenly lost their tracks overnight, and then from then on. They can't find their traces anymore.
At this time, Mo Xiaobao naturally wouldn’t know how many things his father had done when he sneaked on how to sneak up. At this time, Mo Xiaobao was smiling on the roof and peeping through the tile. It is enough to show that Mo Xiaobao has a lot of confidence in his own light work in this place where he is heavily defended and climbs the roof of a person who is not low in martial arts. The dark guards who were secretly protected behind him would let him climb the roof of Mo Jingli, and they proved that they are quite sure about their own ability.
At this time, Mo Xiaobao was staring at the man who was under anger. Everything in the room was smashed, and I wanted to slap the face of ink and repair, and even ordered his life. The result was not satisfactory, but instead made myself a joke of others. How can Mo Jingli not be angry? After venting a slap in the face, Mo Jingli finally calmed down a bit, Shen Sheng said: "Get wine!"
After a while, someone came to the table with the wine. Mo Jingli was tired of glanced at the guard who sent the wine in. Shen Sheng said: "Go out!" Since the ink was repaired and injured in Fuyang, Mo Jingli did not like to contact people, except when necessary. All are carried by one person. This naturally makes people around them feel strange. After all, although Mo Jingli was not considered a ghost in the past, the women around him were not too small. Only they have been fleeing, so Mo Jingli’s not close female color did not attract too much attention.
Mo Jingli sat down at the table and poured a glass of wine into the mouth. The burning scent of the spirits made his eyes a little congested. The huge frustration tonight and the vague fears in his heart made him unable to hold a glass of wine into his mouth.
On the roof, Mo Xiaobao smelled some pungent wine and wrinkled his nose. The smiling puppet took out a tiny pill from the arms and poured it into the powder. The faint powder floated freely, some fell in the wine glass, and some fell on the body of Mo Jingli. Mo Xiaobao frowned at some disappointment and sighed helplessly. If you directly put the pill into the wine of Mo Jingli, it will definitely be discovered by Mo Jingli. Although it is not easy to be found, it is not enough to be effective. In fact, if it wasn’t for the irritating drunken spirit of Mo Jingli, I was afraid that the powder he had sown would also be discovered. In reality, Mo Xiaobao had no choice but to accept it. He looked at the underside of Mo Jingli and quietly left the roof.
Not long after, the original quiet courtyard suddenly became alive. The backyard didn't know what was going on and suddenly got a fire. It’s not a big deal to have a fire, but when it’s extraordinarily sensitive, any unusual thing is likely to lead to the imperial guard of the palace. The whole small courtyard suddenly became a mess. Except for the people stationed at the door, others began to work hard to extinguish the fire and look for traces.
Mo Jingli, who was drinking alcohol, suddenly heard the noise and was unhappy. He violently opened the door and screamed, "What happened?!" A guard quickly came forward and sue: "Qi’s prince, the backyard suddenly Fire..."
"There is a fire in the backyard?" Mo Jingli frowned, and soon reacted and rushed toward the room where Qin Lie was rushing. Kicked open the door, and surely there is a trace of Qin Lie inside the empty space?
"Idiot! I am not going to find it!" Mo Jingli turned back and slammed the guard behind him, screaming. Here is the city of Licheng, the place where the palace is fixed. As long as this small courtyard is out, they want to catch the ink, and it is hard to climb the sky. After thinking about it, Mo Jingli decided to leave this place as soon as possible.
Outside the small courtyard, Mo Xiaobao and Qin Lie handed over the little Nanzi prince who slept soundly to the cold Jun Han and Xu Zhirui who had been waiting outside, and told the two to send the little guy back to Dingwangfu. Xu Zhirui grabbed Mo Xiaobao, who was planning to take it away, and asked, "Where are you going?"
Mo Xiaobao smiled and said: "Look at the play, there is nothing in the back." He ordered a fire to inform the exact location of the dark guardian Mo Jingli of the Wangfu House, even if it was completed. The father can't count on his ten-year-old child to show off the gods and wipe out Mo Jingli.
"Since it's okay, I will return to the palace together." Xu Zhirui said seriously.
How is that going? ! Mo Xiaobao was shocked. Xu Zhirui had not responded yet. He had already pulled out a few feet away. He smiled at Xu Zhirui: "King Rui cousin, cousin still has things. You and Xiao Xiao stayed this little devil back. To Anxi Auntie. This is the order." After that, Mo Xiaobao did not agree with Xu Zhirui, and turned over the wall and disappeared into the alley again. Qin Lie carried a small face exactly the same as Mo Xiaobao, patted Xu Zhirui: "Don't worry, I will look at him." After that, he followed the wall.
The white and tender little cold dressed in a black night dress is still white and tender, carefully glanced at the gloomy Xu Zhirui whispered: "What do we do?" Xu Zhirui looked at the cold Junhan Baby, Shen Sheng: "Come on!"
A black man appeared behind Xu Zhirui, "Little boy."
Xu Zhirui waved: "Send Jun Han and Nanxiao the little prince to return to the palace." After that, he followed the wall. Although he was born into a scholarly family, Xu Zhirui’s light work is still very impressive. In the alley, only the dark guards of the black clothes and the cold Jun han face each other. For a long while, Leng Junhan put the child in the hands of the dark guard: "The uncle..."
The dark guard silently rolled his eyes. "Know, send the Nanxiao little prince back to the palace."
Leng Junhan nodded with satisfaction and followed the wall. In some dark alleys, there was only a dark guard with a baby squatting, silently looking at the empty wall. Slightly... bleak.
In the darkness, two handsome and handsome men stood on the roof and looked at the scene underneath.
Han Mingxi pointed out that he was holding the baby's dark guard underneath, laughing and leaning forward. "Brother... We have these little devils and these little devils, it is very interesting." The moon around him is relying on the eaves, a faint month. The light also reflected a faint smile on the beautiful face. Looking at Han Ming’s clarification: “The son’s light work is very good, and he usually has no trouble.”
The smile on Han Ming's face suddenly became a stiff, laughing and looking at his brother. I don't know how my big brother saw that the light work of Xiao Shizi was directed by him. It is clear that there is no trace of him. It’s good to be the only one in the world, but the reputation of Fengyue’s son was not so good. Although no one has mentioned the name of Fengyuezi in these years, Han Mingxi still does not want to make his reputation on Mo Xiaobao. What is the bad influence. Therefore, when Mi Xiaobao came to seek guidance and light work, Han Mingxi also specially improved his own light work. Unfortunately, Han Mingxi does not know that after a few years, someone’s reputation on the rivers and lakes will only be better than him. He will not be better than him.
Han Mingyue shook his head, smiling and looking at the lonely guardian underneath: "You said it is good, these little boys have some meaning. In the future, they will become the confidant and the most trusted brother of Xiao Shizi." It is easy for him to think of the friendship between the boy and the ink repair. Although they have already played more than the ages of these children, they are really more solid than the brothers, but unfortunately...
Han Mingxi also knows what Big Brother thinks of. He patted Han Mingyue’s shoulder and said: “Big brother, it’s already gone. Isn’t Moxie not blaming you?” Han Mingyue nodded with a smile and stood up and said: “ Go, look at the past. In the end, it’s still a child, don’t make any surprises.”
"Ding Wang said that there is no danger to life and you don't have to worry about them."
"I know, I want to see too... How does Xiaoshizi want to toss Mo Jingli?" I always felt that when Xiaobao was leaving, the smile was a bit strange. Han Mingyue secretly prayed for Mo Jingli in his heart.
The city of Licheng said that it is not too small to say that it is easy to find a group of people. But it is not easy to find someone, especially if you don’t alarm the ordinary people at night. Mo Jingli soon became aware that the fire in the small courtyard was not right. Together with the disappearance of Mo Xiaobao and Nanzhao Xiaoshizi, they immediately realized that the place where they lived had been exposed. No more staying, only the two people who brought their most confidant left the small courtyard that was temporarily settled in a mess.
But they soon discovered one thing. The original dark piles in the glass city were all removed in less than an hour. Whether it was the original existence of the Dachu royal family, or after the Mohist army was self-reliant, Mo Jinglu was inserted or Mo Jingli himself. All are already under the control of the palace. Moreover, Mo Xiuzhen does not seem to care about the news of Mo Jingli. Every time they see it, they are all heavy targets of the Dingwangfu. So I had to escape once again, and I was busy for almost an hour. I almost ran through the entire city of Licheng, but I couldn’t find a tired but breathless breath. The sky was already close to three days.
In the end, Mo Jingli was forced to go out and decided to go out to the direction of the palace.
At this time, Mo Xiaobao and Qin Lie and others were also panting and running around the city of Licheng. I accidentally lost the scene of Mo Jingli, so that the ink-stained child was violently thunderous. "I will die anyway! What are you doing so fast? What do you do now? Where are we going to find?"
After playing for a night, some tired cold Jun Han was somewhat embarrassed. "I will die anyway. I will be jokes when I am dying. I am going to run quickly."
Mo Xiaobao glanced at him and looked back at Qin Lie. Qin Lie shrugged that he did not know where Mo Jingli went. Mo Xiaobao has some grievances, and he can't see Mo Jingli. He will die very hard.
"Hey, Xiaoshizi, how are you still outside so late?" A smiling voice came from the wall. As soon as the four looked up, they saw Han Mingxi sitting leisurely on the wall and watching them with a smile. Mo Xiaobao’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Han, do you know where Mo Jingli went?”
Han Mingxi looked at him with a slight head. "Han Shushu? Is Xiaoshizi calling me? It’s really flattering."
Mo Xiaobao sprinkled a little and did not have any psychological obstacles. He jumped directly to the wall and sat next to Han Mingxi. He smiled: "Uncle Han, you are the best. How come you are here so late? You must see the ink scene." Where did Li go, right?"
Han Ming smiled and looked at him. "How about I saw it?"
Mo Xiaobao looked at him with a sly look, and a pair of clear big eyes filled with "answers." Han Mingyue had some helpless hands raised his little head and said: "He went to the direction of the palace."
"Ding Wangfu?" Mo Xiaobao frowned. "Is he now going to Dingwangfu is not looking for a dead end?"
"It’s okay at night. It’s going to be more than a little longer. It’s still a dead end.” Han Mingyue appeared on the wall and looked at Mo Xiaobao’s faint smile: “Since the horizontal and vertical are dead, why not let go Beat?"
Mo Xiaobao thought about it with his little brain strap and nodded. "Good. I will go back first." I hope that Mo Jingli can continue to advance into the palace. The neat leap of the high wall, Mo Xiaobao pulled a few children and flew away in the direction of the palace, for fear that it was late, Mo Jingli had been killed by his father. While flying, Mo Xiaobao took advantage of his free time to underestimate. Does the medicine under him have any effect? Is it too long to expire or is it really too little for the effect of Mo Jingli?
Although it has been three days, Dingwangfu is still brightly lit. On the main hall, the guests of the countries are still enjoying the dance and drinking, and the singing and dancing in the hall is a grand occasion. The meaning of the horizontal and vertical king is very clear. There are certainly a lot of things in the city of Lili tonight. If you encounter something, you can only be unlucky. In this case, why not stay in the Ding Wangfu, drink and drink whatever you want, Ding Wangfu always responsible for their safety.
Therefore, some of the ages are too small or too small, or the niece accident, the embassies of various countries are still pushing for a cup of coffee.
"Father Wang, Niang Qin, Xiao Bao is back!" Ding Wangfu Inner Court, Mo Xiaobao leaping into the flower hall, fluttering into the arms of Ye Liu. Sitting on the side of the ink repair 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 尧 墨 墨 墨 墨How to do?"
Mo Xiaobao struggled uncomfortably. "I won't hurt my mother. Xiaobao loves her mother."
Looking at his son back safely, Ye Liu also breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly rescued his son from the hands of Mo Xiu, and touched his little face: "Where did you go all day, did you get hurt?" Mo Xiaobao disdainfully said: "Mo Jingli The idiot, even the face of this world has not been seen. Where can I get hurt? But he ran away, Han Mingxi said that he came to Dingwangfu, the mother, he has been killed by you?"
Yeli helplessly sighed and said: "He hasn't come yet, you have done a good job. The latter thing is handled by the mother and the father. You are just as good as you are." Mo Xiaobao shook his head again and again. "No, I Be sure to see Mo Jingli." The medicine on the body has no effect.
Ink repaired and sat on one side, picking up his son and looking at Ye Zidao: "Ali, don't comfort him. He has done a good job. He can still let Mo Jingli run away. I know this. I used to kill Mo Jingli directly in the palace. We can rest in peace now."
Mo Xiaobao was furious. "It is obviously that your dark guard is too slow. Can you think that this world can beat Murengli and so many guards?" Mo Xiaobao is taller than his own, and then Compared to a high degree of anger and ink repair. Ink repaired his disdain and sneered at it. "Isn't it possible to be incapable of enemies?" The king was not as tall as you when he was 14 years old." This is not a fake, and Mo Xiaobao is the same for half a year. The madness grows so long that even the original rounded bun face is gone, although it is only 11 years old, but it is not lower than the usual 13-year-old children.
“Chih?” Mo Xiaobao frowned and began to consider this possibility. In fact, he was not able to use the wisdom of Mo Jingli, but at the time he was very happy. He did not even think about a more labor-saving method. Carefully glanced at the ink and repaired it, and slammed his big eyes. Mo Xiaobao shyly said: "But... the father said... Isn't that not fun?"
Ink repaired and hated the iron, and brushed the ink, and looked at it: "Stupid! You won't..." The rare king made a rare whisper in his son's ear. The more you listen to the eyes, the brighter the eyes, the next to the glass that looks like the eyelids jump. Just look at the appearance of Mo Xiaobao's sinister smile, and know that Mo Xiu has never taught him anything good.
I really couldn’t stand it anymore. Ye Li snorted, and one big one and two small ones were busy and eagerly looking at the glass. Ye Li sighed and said to ink repair: "Don't teach him something messy, he is still a child." Mo Xiuxiao smiled at Ye Liu. "I know, A Li, I didn't teach him anything messy. ”
The father and the son have a rare advance and retreat, and Mo Xiaobao nodded heavily. "Well, the father is teaching his son how to deal with the bad guys! The bad guys!" In the dark, he waved his hand toward Mo Xiaobao, and Mo Xiaobao suddenly agreed. "Mother, son." Tired to go to bed first. Mother-in-law is good night." After that, Mo Xiaobao rushed out in a gust of wind. Ink repaired and looked at Ye Liu with a smile, and he was very innocent. "Small treasure is really good, Ali, this is not what I teach."
Looking at him with a smile and a pure face, Ye Liu sighed helplessly: "I heard what you said to him." It is polite to say that the mess is the one who will teach the son to use those who do it. The next nine means to deal with the enemy?
Ink repairs and smiles can be embarrassed, "the means and methods are useful and useless, regardless of the upper stream and the lower stream. At this age of Mo Xiaobao, there is no comparability with Mo Jingli. Fighting Mo Jingli, the means of high-level It’s useless.” The future heir of Dingwang’s house is definitely not a gentle and gentle gentleman.
