433. The Little Prince is rescued

This night seemed to be very long. Unknown to many people who were immersed in joy, a bloody storm was brewing. The hidden stakes that Mo Jingli had secretly relied on were removed one by one. The next day, many people would find that the people who used to live around them had suddenly disappeared overnight, and they would never find any trace of them again.

At this time, Mo Xiaobao naturally had no idea that while he was racking his brains to figure out how to tease Mo Jingli, his father had already done so much. At this time, Mo Xiaobao was lying on the roof with a smile on his face, peeking down through the cracks in the tiles. Climbing the roof of a man with not-so-low martial arts skills in this heavily guarded place was enough to show that Mo Xiaobao had a lot of confidence in his martial arts skills. The secret guards who followed him secretly were willing to let him climb Mo Jingli's roof, which also proved that they were quite sure of their own son's ability.

Mo Xiaobao was staring at the furious man below with a sly smile on his face. Everything in the room was smashed to pieces. He had originally wanted to hit Mo Xiuyao hard in the face, or even kill him, but the result was not as he wished. Instead, he became a laughing stock. How could Mo Jingli not be angry? After venting his anger, Mo Jingli finally calmed down a little and said in a deep voice, "Bring some wine!"

After a while, someone came in with wine and put it on the table. Mo Jingli glanced at the guard who brought the wine in with annoyance, and said in a deep voice: "Get out!" Ever since he was injured by Mo Xiuyao in Liyang, Mo Jingli didn't like to interact with people. Except when necessary, he usually went alone. This naturally made people around him feel strange. After all, although Mo Jingli was not a pervert in the past, he had many women around him. However, they had been fleeing, so Mo Jingli's aversion to women did not attract many people's attention.

Mo Jingli sat at the table and poured a glass of wine, guzzling it down. The fiery stimulation of the strong wine made his eyes a little bloodshot. The huge setback tonight and the vague fear deep in his heart made him unable to help but pour glass after glass of wine into his mouth.

On the roof, Mo Xiaobao wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell of alcohol. With a smile, he took out a tiny pill from his pocket, turned it into powder and threw it into the crack of the tile. The light powder scattered randomly, some fell into the wine glass, and some fell on Mo Jingli's body. Mo Xiaobao frowned in disappointment and sighed helplessly. If he threw the pill directly into Mo Jingli's wine, he would definitely find it. Although it would not be easy to find if it was crushed into powder, I am afraid that the effect of the medicine would not be enough. In fact, if Mo Jingli was not in a bad mood and drank strong liquor, I am afraid that the powder he sprinkled would also be discovered. This is the reality, Mo Xiaobao had to accept it helplessly, looked at Mo Jingli below, and quietly left the roof.

Soon, the originally quiet courtyard suddenly became lively. A fire suddenly broke out in the backyard. Originally, the fire was not a big deal, but at this extremely sensitive time, any unusual thing would likely attract the secret guards of Prince Ding's mansion. The whole courtyard suddenly became a mess. Except for the people guarding the gate, everyone else began to busy themselves with putting out the fire and looking for traces.

Mo Jingli, who was drinking, was even more displeased when he heard the noise. He suddenly opened the door and went out, shouting, "What's going on?!" A guard came forward and reported, "Your Highness, there was a fire in the backyard..."

"A fire in the backyard?" Mo Jingli frowned, but quickly reacted and rushed to the room that was in charge of Qin Lie. He kicked the door open, and sure enough, the room was empty. Where was Qin Lie?

"Idiot! Go find him!" Mo Jingli turned around and slapped the guard who was following him, shouting. This is Licheng, the Dingwang Mansion. As long as they leave this small courtyard, it will be extremely difficult for them to catch Mo Yuchen again. After thinking about it, Mo Jingli decided to leave this place as soon as possible.

Outside the courtyard, Mo Xiaobao and Qin Lie handed the sleeping little prince of Nanzhao to Leng Junhan and Xu Zhirui who had been waiting outside, and ordered them to send the little guy back to Prince Ding's Mansion. Xu Zhirui grabbed Mo Xiaobao who was about to escape and asked, "Where else are you going?"

Mo Xiaobao smiled and said, "Just watch the show. There's nothing for us to do later." He lit a fire and informed the secret guard of Prince Ding's mansion of Mo Jingli's exact location, which was considered as completing the mission. His father couldn't expect a ten-year-old kid like him to show his divine power and destroy Mo Jingli.

"Now that everything is alright, let's go back to Prince Ding's Mansion together." Xu Zhirui said seriously.

How can that be done? ! Mo Xiaobao was horrified. Before Xu Zhirui could react, he had already jumped several feet away. He smiled dryly at Xu Zhirui and said, "Cousin Zhirui, I have something else to do. You and Leng Xiaodai should send this kid back to Aunt Anxi. This is an order." After that, Mo Xiaobao didn't care whether Xu Zhirui agreed or not, and he just climbed over the wall and disappeared into the alley again. Qin Lie had a little face exactly like Mo Xiaobao, patted Xu Zhirui and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him." After that, he also climbed over the wall and left.

The fair and tender Leng Xiaodai was still fair and tender in a black nightgown. He carefully glanced at the gloomy Xu Zhirui and asked in a low voice: "What should we do?" Xu Zhirui looked at the baby in Leng Junhan's arms worriedly and said in a deep voice: "Someone come!"

A man in black appeared behind Xu Zhirui, "Young Master."

Xu Zhirui waved his hand and said, "Send Junhan and the little prince of Nanzhao back to Prince Ding's mansion." After that, he also jumped over the wall and left. Although he was born in a scholarly family, Xu Zhirui's Qinggong was still very impressive. In the alley, only the black-clad secret guard and Leng Junhan were left, staring at each other. After a while, Leng Junhan put the child in the hands of the secret guard and said, "That uncle..."

The dark guard silently rolled his eyes and said, "I know. Send the little prince of Nanzhao back to Prince Ding's mansion."

Leng Junhan nodded in satisfaction and followed him up the wall. Soon, only the guard holding the baby was left in the dark alley, staring at the empty wall silently. It was a little... desolate.

In the darkness, two tall and handsome men stood on the roof, watching the scene below with amusement.

Han Mingxi pointed at the dark guard holding the baby and laughed, "Brother... our young prince and these little ghosts are very interesting." Beside him, Master Mingyue leaned against the eaves, and the faint moonlight reflected a faint smile on his handsome face. Looking at Han Mingxi, he said, "The prince's Qinggong is very good. You have taken a lot of care of him."

The smile on Han Mingxi's face froze, and he looked at his brother with a dry smile. He didn't know how his elder brother could tell that it was he who taught the young master the Qinggong, because there was clearly... no trace of him. It was true that Master Fengyue's unique Qinggong was unrivaled in the world, but Master Fengyue's reputation back then was not that good. Although no one mentioned the name of Master Fengyue in recent years, Han Mingxi still didn't want his reputation to have any negative impact on Mo Xiaobao. So when Mi Xiaobao came to ask for guidance on Qinggong, Han Mingxi also specially improved his Qinggong a lot. It was a pity that Han Mingxi didn't know that a few years later, someone's reputation in the martial arts world would only be worse than his, and definitely not better than his, and Master Fengyue's efforts would be in vain.

Han Mingyue shook his head, smiled at the lonely secret guard below and said: "You are right, these guys are interesting. They will definitely become the confidants and most trusted brothers of the young master in the future." The friendship between these kids easily reminded him of the friendship between him and Mo Xiuyao when he was a teenager. Although they were older than these kids when they met, they really had a relationship that was stronger than that of brothers. It's a pity...

Han Mingxi also knew what his elder brother had remembered, so he stepped forward and patted Han Mingyue on the shoulder and said, "Brother, it's over. Didn't Mo Xiuyao already not blame you?" Han Mingyue nodded with a smile, stood up and said, "Let's go and take a look. After all, he's still a child, don't let anything happen to him."

"Prince Ding said that if their lives were not in danger, we should not worry about them."

"I know, I also want to see...how the young master wants to torture Mo Jingli." Han Mingyue always felt that Mo Xiaobao's smile when he left was a bit weird, and secretly prayed for Mo Jingli in her heart.

Licheng is not big, but it is not small either. It may be easy to find a group of people, but it is not easy to find one person, especially at night without alerting ordinary people. Mo Jingli quickly realized that the fire in the courtyard was not right. In addition, Mo Xiaobao and the young master of Nanzhao were missing, and he immediately realized that the place where they lived had been exposed. Without staying any longer, he took only his two most trusted people and left the courtyard where they were temporarily staying in the chaos.

But they soon discovered that almost all the secret agents of the Great Chu in Licheng were removed in less than an hour. Whether they were originally in the Great Chu royal family, or those planted by Mo Jingqi after the Mo family army became independent, or Mo Jingli himself, they were all under the control of Prince Ding's Mansion. Moreover, Mo Xiuyao did not seem to care that Mo Jingli knew this news. Everywhere they went, they saw the heavy troops of Prince Ding's Mansion staring at them. So they had to flee again. They were busy for nearly an hour and almost ran all over Licheng, but they could not find a place to stay. Instead, they were exhausted and panting, and it was already close to three o'clock in the morning.

Finally, Mo Jingli was forced into a desperate situation and decided to go towards Prince Ding's Mansion.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiaobao, Qin Lie and others were also running around in Licheng, panting. The fact that he accidentally lost Mo Jingli made Young Master Mo furious, "We're all going to die anyway! Why are we running so fast? What should we do now? Where should we look for him?"

After playing all night, Leng Junhan was a little tired and lost interest. "I'm going to die anyway, and I want you to laugh at me before I die. I'm Mo Jingli, so I have to run faster."

Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes and turned to look at Qin Lie. Qin Lie shrugged and said that he didn't know where Mo Jingli had gone. Mo Xiaobao felt a little resentful. If he couldn't do anything to Mo Jingli, he would die in an ugly way.

"Hey, young master, why are you still outside so late?" A smiling voice came from the wall. The four of them looked up and saw Han Mingxi sitting leisurely on the wall, smiling at them. Mo Xiaobao's eyes lit up, "Uncle Han, do you know where Mo Jingli went?"

Han Mingxi tilted his head and looked at him, "Uncle Han? Is the young master calling me? I am really flattered."

Mo Xiaobao had no problem being coquettish. He jumped onto the wall and sat next to Han Mingxi, saying with a smile, "Uncle Han, you're the best. Why are you here so late? You must have seen where Mo Jingli ran to, right?"

Han Mingxi looked at him with a smile, "So what if I saw it?"

Mo Xiaobao looked at him eagerly, his clear eyes full of "seeking answers". Han Mingyue raised her hand and rubbed his little head helplessly, saying: "He went in the direction of Prince Ding's Mansion."

"Prince Ding's Mansion?" Mo Xiaobao frowned. "Wouldn't it be a way to seek death if he went to Prince Ding's Mansion now?"

"It's okay now that it's night, but it will be dawn in more than an hour. He will still be dead by then." Han Mingyue appeared on the wall, looked at Mo Xiaobao and smiled faintly: "Since you're going to die anyway, why not give it a try?"

Mo Xiaobao tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go back first." He hoped that Mo Jingli could hold on and break into Prince Ding's Mansion again. After jumping down the high wall neatly, Mo Xiaobao dragged a few children and ran towards Prince Ding's Mansion, fearing that if they were too late, Mo Jingli would have been killed by his father. While running, Mo Xiaobao took some time to think in his heart. Was the medicine he gave effective? Did it lose its effect because it took too long or was it really too little that it had no effect on Mo Jingli?

Although it was already three o'clock in the morning, the Dingwang Mansion was still brightly lit. In the main hall, guests from various countries were still enjoying the dance and drinking. The main hall was full of singing and dancing. Dingwang's meaning was very clear. There must be a lot of things happening in Licheng tonight. If anything happened, it would only be his bad luck. In this case, why not stay in Dingwang Mansion, drink and have fun without worrying about anything? Dingwang Mansion would always be responsible for their safety.

So even if there were some accidents involving the young or old, or the female relatives, the envoys from various countries were still toasting and having a great time.

"Father, mother, Xiaobao is back!" In the inner courtyard of Prince Ding's mansion, Mo Xiaobao happily jumped into the flower hall and threw himself into Ye Li's arms. Mo Xiuyao, who was sitting on the side, frowned unhappily, raised his hand and took Mo Xiaobao out of Ye Li's arms, "Don't you see how old you are? You still threw yourself into Ye Li's arms. What if you hurt your mother?"

Mo Xiaobao struggled unhappily, "I won't hurt Mom. Xiaobao loves Mom the most."

Seeing her son return safely, Ye Li also breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly rescued her son from Mo Xiuyao's hands, touched his little face and said, "Where have you been all day? Are you hurt?" Mo Xiaobao pouted his lips in disdain and said, "Mo Jingli, that idiot, didn't even see me. How could he be hurt? But he ran away. Han Mingxi said he ran to Prince Ding's mansion. Mother, has he been killed by you?"

Ye Li sighed helplessly and said, "He hasn't come yet. You've done a good job. Mother and father will take care of the rest. You just need to be a good boy." Mo Xiaobao shook his head repeatedly, "No, I must see Mo Jingli." Is the medicine on his body effective?

Mo Xiuyao sat aside, looking at his son critically and said to Ye Li, "Ah Li, don't comfort him. What good has he done? He let Mo Jingli run away even when he was right in front of him. If I had known this would happen, I would have killed Mo Jingli directly in the palace. We can all rest in peace now."

Mo Xiaobao was furious, "It's obviously your secret guards who came too slowly. Do you think that this prince can beat Mo Jingli and his many guards?" Mo Xiaobao compared his height, and then compared his height again and glared at Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao sneered disdainfully, "If you can't defeat him with force, can't you capture him with wisdom? When I was fourteen years old and went to the battlefield, I was not much taller than you." This is true. Mo Xiaobao has grown like crazy in the past six months. Even his original round face has disappeared. Although he is only eleven years old, he is not short compared to ordinary children of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Capture with wisdom?" Mo Xiaobao frowned and began to consider this possibility. In fact, it was not that he had no way to capture Mo Jingli with wisdom, but he was in a playful mood at the time and did not consider a more labor-saving method. Glancing at Mo Xiuyao cautiously and blinking his big eyes, Mo Xiaobao shyly said: "But... my father said... wouldn't that be fun?"

Mo Xiuyao glanced at Mo Xiaobao with a look of dismay and said, "Fool! You won't be able to..." Prince Ding whispered in his son's ear. The more Mo Xiaobao listened, the brighter his eyes became. Ye Li, who was standing next to him, felt her eyelids twitch. Just by looking at Mo Xiaobao's evil smile that made people unable to bear to look directly at him, it was clear that Mo Xiuyao definitely didn't teach him anything good.

Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Li snorted softly, and the two of them quickly sat down and looked at Ye Li eagerly. Ye Li sighed and said to Mo Xiu Yao, "Don't teach him messy things, he's still a child." Mo Xiu Yao smiled at Ye Li, "I know, Ah Li, I didn't teach him messy things."

The father and son rarely advance and retreat together. Mo Xiaobao nodded heavily, "Yes, father is teaching his son how to deal with bad people! Bad people!" Mo Xiuyao secretly waved to Mo Xiaobao, and Mo Xiaobao immediately understood, "Mother, son is tired and will go to bed first. Good night, mother." After that, Mo Xiaobao rushed out like a gust of wind. Mo Xiuyao looked at Ye Li with a smile, and his smile was particularly innocent, "Xiaobao's Qinggong is really good, Ah Li, this is not taught by me."

Seeing his innocent smile, Ye Li sighed helplessly and said, "I heard what you said to him." To say it was a mess was actually being polite. What father would teach his son to use such despicable means to deal with the enemy?

Mo Xiuyao smiled broadly, "Methods and methods can be divided into useful and useless, but not high-class and low-class. At Mo Xiaobao's age, he is not comparable to Mo Jingli. If you can't defeat Mo Jingli, no matter how high-class the methods are, they will be useless." The future heir of Prince Ding's Mansion will definitely not be a humble gentleman with noble character.