"Fire in the backyard?" Mo Jingli frowned and quickly reacted. He rushed to Qin Lie's room. He kicked the door open. Sure enough, it was empty inside. There was no trace of Qin Lie.
"Idiot! Go and find him! "Mo Jingli turned back and slapped the guard behind him, roaring. This was Glass City, the Prince Ding Mansion. As long as they got out of this small courtyard, it was as difficult as ascending to the sky for them to catch Mo Yuchen again. 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 the sleeping Little Prince of Nanzhao to Leng Junhan and Xu Zhirui who had been waiting outside. They ordered them to send the little guy back to the Prince Ding Mansion. Xu Zhirui grabbed Mo Xiaobao who was about to escape and asked, "Where are you going?"
Mo Xiaobao smiled and said, "Watch the show. There's nothing for us to do." He lit a fire and informed the Shadow Guard of the Prince Ding Mansion of Mo Jingli's exact location. Then the task was completed. His Royal Father couldn't possibly expect a ten-year-old child to destroy Mo Jingli, could he?
"Since there's nothing else, let's go back to the Prince Ding Mansion together." Xu Zhirui said seriously.
How could that be?! Mo Xiaobao was shocked. Before Xu Zhirui reacted, he had jumped a few feet away. He smiled and said to Xu Zhirui, "Cousin Zhirui, I still have something to do. You and Little Dummy Leng send this kid back to Aunt Anxi. This is an order. " After that, Mo Xiaobao didn't wait for Xu Zhirui's answer. He directly jumped over the wall and disappeared in the alley again. Qin Lie held a little face that was exactly the same as Mo Xiaobao's. He patted Xu Zhirui and said, "Don't worry, I'll look after him." After that, he also jumped over the wall.
The fair and tender Leng Xiaodai was still fair and tender in a black night suit. She glanced at the gloomy Xu Zhirui carefully and asked in a low voice, "What should we do?" Xu Zhirui glanced at the baby in Leng Junhan's hand worriedly and said in a low voice, "Guards!"
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 the Prince Ding Mansion." After saying that, he also jumped over the wall. Although he came from a scholarly family, Xu Zhirui's Qing Gong was still very impressive. In the alley, only the Shadow Guard and Leng Junhan were left looking at each other. After a while, Leng Junhan put the child in the hands of the Shadow Guard and said, "Uncle …"
The Shadow Guard silently rolled his eyes. "I know. Send the little prince of Nanzhao back to the Prince Ding Mansion."
Leng Junhan nodded with satisfaction and followed him to climb the wall. Soon, only the Shadow Guard was left in the dark alleyway, holding the baby in his arms as he silently stared at the empty wall. It was slightly … bleak.
In the darkness, two tall and handsome men stood on the roof, looking at the scene below with amusement.
Han Mingxi pointed at the Shadow Guard holding the baby and laughed until he was convulsing. "Brother … our Little Heir and these little rascals are very interesting." Beside him, Young Master Ming Yue was leaning against the roof. The faint moonlight shone on his handsome face, reflecting a faint smile. He looked at Han Mingxi and said, "The Heir's Qing Gong is very good. You must have put in a lot of effort."
The smile on Han Mingxi's face instantly froze. He laughed dryly and looked at his elder brother. He didn't know how his elder brother could tell that the Little Heir's Qing Gong was taught by him. There was clearly … no trace of him. Young Master Feng Yue's unique Qing Gong was indeed very good, but his reputation back then wasn't that good either. Although no one mentioned the name of Young Master Feng Yue in these years, Han Mingxi still didn't want his reputation to affect Mo Xiaobao negatively. So when Mi Xiaobao came to ask for guidance on Qing Gong, Han Mingxi specially improved his own Qing Gong quite a bit. It was a pity that Han Mingxi didn't know that a few years later, a certain someone's reputation in the pugilistic world would only be worse than his. It would be a waste of Young Master Feng Yue's efforts.
Han Mingyue shook his head and smiled as he looked at the lonely Shadow Guard below. "You're right. These little rascals are quite interesting. They will definitely become the Little Heir's confidants and most trusted brothers in the future. "The friendship between these children easily reminded him of the friendship he had with Mo Xiuyao when he was young. Although they were already older than these children when they first met, their relationship was truly closer than that of real brothers. It was a pity …
Han Mingxi also knew that his elder brother was thinking of something. He went up and patted Han Mingyue's shoulder. "Elder Brother, it's all in the past. Didn't Mo Xiuyao no longer blame you? "Han Mingyue smiled and nodded. He stood up and said," Let's go and take a look. They're still children after all. Don't let anything happen to them. "
"Prince Ding said that there's no need to care about them if their lives aren't in danger."
"I know. I also want to see … how the Little Heir is going to torment Mo Jingli." Han Mingyue felt that Mo Jingli's smile was a little strange when he left. He secretly prayed for Mo Jingli in his heart.
Glass City was neither big nor small. It might be easy to find a group of people, but it wasn't easy to find a single person, especially at night without alerting the commoners. Mo Jingli quickly sensed that there was something wrong with the fire in the small courtyard. In addition, with the disappearance of Mo Xiaobao and Nanzhao's Little Heir, he immediately understood that their residence had been exposed. He did not stay any longer. He only brought his two most trusted subordinates and left the small courtyard in the midst of the chaos.
However, they soon discovered one thing. The Great Chu's spies in Glass City had all been uprooted in less than two hours. No matter if it was the Da Chu State's imperial family that originally existed, or Mo Jingli's men that were planted after the Mohist army became independent, or Mo Jingli's own men. They were all under the control of the Prince Ding Mansion. Moreover, Mo Xiuyao did not seem to care that Mo Jingli knew this news. Everywhere they went, they saw the Prince Ding Mansion's soldiers eyeing them covetously. Thus, he had no choice but to flee once again. After busying himself for nearly two hours and running through the entire Glass City, he couldn't even find a place to stay. Instead, he was so tired that he was panting. It was already close to midnight.
In the end, Mo Jingli was forced into a corner and decided to risk it all. He headed in the direction of the Prince Ding Mansion.
At this time, Mo Xiaobao, Qin Lie, and the others were also panting as they ran through Glass City. Little Heir Mo flew into a rage when he accidentally lost track of Mo Jingli. "We're going to die anyway! Why are we running so fast? What do we do now? Where are we going to find him? "
After playing for an entire night, the tired Leng Junhan was a little dispirited. "We're going to die anyway. Even if I'm Mo Jingli, I have to run faster."
Mo Xiaobao rolled his eyes and turned to look at Qin Lie. Qin Lie shrugged, indicating that he also did not know where Mo Jingli ran off to. Mo Xiaobao was a little aggrieved. If he could not mess with Mo Jingli, he would die a horrible death.
"Yo, Little Heir, why are you still outside so late?" A laughing voice came from the top of the wall. The four 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 ran off to?"
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