Doctor Lin narrowed his eyes at Leng Liuyue and said, "You're more honest than that girl, but your brother … hmph, he's so mischievous. He clearly needs to be taught a lesson. It's better to kill him." Doctor Lin was still brooding over the fact that Ye Li had lied to him. Ye Li smiled bitterly in her heart. Leng Liuyue was a famous assassin in the pugilistic world. Master, is there something wrong with your eyes?
Leng Liuyue's expression was solemn. Looking at Sickly Scholar's twisted expression, she said helplessly, "We siblings have relied on each other since we were young. My younger brother is insensible, and as his elder sister, I've taught him. Please forgive me." After saying that, Leng Liuyue bowed deeply to the two of them. Just as Leng Liuyue said, the three siblings had grown up together.
When they first met, the oldest, Ling Tiehan, was only twelve, she was nine, and the youngest, Third Brother, was only five. The three of them had no one to rely on as they wandered the pugilistic world. Later, the three of them were taken into the Yanwang Chamber. In a place like the Yanwang Chamber, only two or three out of ten children could survive. It was also Ling Tiehan who protected the two of them. Among them, Third Brother's martial arts aptitude was the worst. In order to let this little brother survive such a cruel training, she and Big Brother had put in a lot of effort. But in a place that Leng Liuyue did not know, no one could understand how he grew up to have such a personality. However, no matter what, he had never done anything to betray his sworn brother and sister. In fact, he had always listened to the two of them whenever they talked. Just based on this, the two of them could not ignore him.
"Second Sister!" Sickly Scholar glared at Leng Liuyue, his face pale. Ever since the three of them took over the Yanwang Chamber, his Second Sister had never been so submissive to anyone. But now, it was all because of him. It was as if he was an insensible little brother who would never grow up.
"Master Shen, Master. Pavilion Master Ling and Prince can be considered old acquaintances. I hope that the two of you can make an exception, "Ye Li said softly. Shen Yang faintly glanced at Ye Li and said with a faint smile, "Elder Lin isn't wrong. If this brat continued to torment himself, even the Emerald Falling Flower wouldn't be able to save his life. Did he really think that the Falling Jade Flower was an immortal medicine? Did he really think that as long as he had half a breath left, he would still be alive and kicking? Wang Fei, don't even think about the prescription in his hands. I think he clearly doesn't want to live anymore. Maybe he wants to die together with the Prince. "Hearing this, Sickly Scholar's expression changed slightly. His face was ashen and he didn't say anything. Ye Li saw this and was secretly surprised. Could it be that Mo Xiuyao and Sickly Scholar really had some deep-seated hatred? After thinking for a while, Ye Li said, "No matter what, Pavilion Master Ling will be staying in Glass City for a while. We have to give him face. I ask Mister Shen and Master to put in some effort. Moreover … … "Ye Li gave a low laugh and said softly," Didn't Mister Shen say that Prince's illness was very boring because he hadn't seen any difficult illnesses in all these years? Now, does this one count as having a difficult illness? "Hearing this, Shen Yang's eyes lit up. Although Sickly Scholar's illness and Prince's poison were completely different concepts, there were still some areas where they could be studied together. Of course, he couldn't use Mo Xiuyao to study, so … … "He will obediently let this old man take a look?"
Ye Li didn't hide this from Leng Liuyue and Sickly Scholar. Without waiting for Sickly Scholar to reply, Leng Liuyue answered first, "Mister Shen, don't worry. I guarantee that he will be obedient."
Ye Li gave a faint smile as she looked at Sickly Scholar who wanted to object but didn't say anything in the end. She blinked her eyes. She seemed to know how to treat this annoying fellow.
The three people from the Yanwang Chamber of Commerce stayed in the Prince Ding Mansion. With Ling Tiehan and Leng Liuyue around, Ye Li didn't have to worry about Sickly Scholar playing any tricks. However, she still ordered Mo Hua to send twenty more Shadow Guards to stand guard in the main courtyard. Qin Feng also sent four of Qi Lin's elites to stand guard in the main courtyard. As long as Sickly Scholar dared to take a step closer to the main courtyard, they would immediately kill him. After all, the others were fine, but Mo Xiaobao was still an infant who didn't have any ability to resist. Naturally, they had to be extra careful.
"Duel?" Hearing Mo Xiuyao's words, Ye Li frowned slightly. She put down Mo Xiaobao who was looking around in her arms. "Why would Tower Master Ling want to duel with you?"
Mo Xiuyao put down the teacup and pulled Ye Li into his arms. He smiled and said, "Li, don't worry. Ling Tiehan isn't an idiot. Even if he really wants to duel, he won't make both sides suffer. That wouldn't be good for him." Although the Prince Ding Mansion was coveted by various forces, to put it bluntly, the Mohist army didn't really need him, the Prince, to lead the charge. Even if Mo Xiuyao wasn't the number one expert in the world, as long as he was alive, he was still Prince Ding. The Mohist army was still the Mohist army. However, the Yanwang Chamber was different. The Yanwang Chamber was an assassin organization. They had countless enemies in Jianghu. If it wasn't for Ling Tiehan's martial arts, they wouldn't have been able to live peacefully for so many years. Once Ling Tiehan and he were both injured, the enemies in Jianghu would probably immediately attack the Yanwang Chamber. Ye Li leaned in Mo Xiuyao's arms and thought, "Who asked Tower Master Ling to deal with you? Jhennam Of Gojoseon? "
Mo Xiuyao shook his head and said, "No, it shouldn't be Lei Zhenting. Lei Zhenting is a prideful person. He just fought to a draw with me, so he definitely wouldn't ask someone else to fight me. If I was defeated by someone else, wouldn't that mean that Jhennam Of Gojoseon is not only inferior to father, inferior to me, and inferior to Ling Tiehan? "Ye Li lowered her eyebrows and thought that this made sense. After thinking for a while, she said in a low voice," Tan Jizhi! " It couldn't be Mo Jingqi. If it was Mo Jingqi, he would have directly asked for Mo Xiuyao to be killed and not compete with him. Only Tan Jizhi. Tan Jizhi was currently in the Northwest. If Mo Xiuyao was seriously injured, it would be much more convenient for him to do anything in the Northwest. Zhao laughed softly, "It seems that Tan Jizhi still hasn't given up on the treasure left behind by his ancestors." It was no wonder that Ye Li wanted to laugh. The previous Emperor Gaozu was too evil. He built such a large Imperial Mausoleum and gave his descendants hope, but the most important thing was fake. If it was Ye Li, she also couldn't help but curse him. Ye Li could almost imagine the Emperor Gaozu holding the fake Imperial Jade Seal with a wretched smile when the Imperial Mausoleum was completed.
Mo Xiuyao nodded his head and said, "I remember that Li also said that there were some clues in the Imperial Mausoleum?" When Ye Li had just returned, Mo Xiuyao only thought of keeping her by his side. How could he have the mind to think about these things? Afterwards, he had to take care of the fetus and his body before Mo Xiuyao was born. Although Mo Xiuyao heard a few words from Ye Li, he quickly threw it to the back of his mind. He had no interest in the Imperial Jade Seal. Without the previous Emperor's treasure, his Mohist army wouldn't starve to death. Ye Li also remembered this matter. She stood up from Mo Xiuyao's body and walked to a hidden compartment on the side. She took out the bright yellow silk from the Imperial Mausoleum. Mo Xiuyao took the silk. The first thing he saw was the two lines of arrogant and vile handwriting. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. He looked suspiciously at Ye Li and asked, "Is there a problem with this?"
Ye Li nodded her head and sat down next to Mo Xiuyao. She carefully spread the silk on the table. It was unknown what kind of craftsmanship was used to make it. This silk had been in the Imperial Mausoleum for several hundred years. It was also brought out of the Imperial Mausoleum. Not to mention decaying, it didn't even lose its color. Pointing at the curvy handwriting on the edges of the silk, Ye Li smiled and said, "The real treasure map is here." The curvy handwriting on the edges of the bright yellow silk was very small. If one didn't look carefully, it would be easy to mistake it for a normal pattern like clouds or waves. Ye Li smiled in her heart. The curvy handwriting of the founder of the country was very good.
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