MTL - Golden Age Legitimate Fei-~ 431. Xiaobao’s bet

431. Xiaobao's bet

Inklessly smiled and smiled and said: "Thank you. A few are so generous, the king is smiling."

"Ink repair!" Mo Jingli could not help but roar. Up to now, he still can't understand where he was, and he was simply being played by ink repairing. He was also used as a bet for Xilin and Nanxun. This kind of humiliation almost made Mo Jingli lose his reason.

Mo Jingyu, who fell to the ground next to him, was pale and his eyes were scattered. Finished...

Ink repaired leisurely: "Jing Li, the king told you more than ten years ago, do less things that need to be brainstorming, that is not for you. With your character, if it takes the top, do not humiliate this How can Wang Yifan be willing to clean and neat? If the king is yours, the king will not even enter this temple door, and it will be directly outside the arrow."

"Do you think that you only have these chips?" Mo Jingli smiled coldly. Although extremely angry, but not a teenage child, Mo Jingli quickly controlled his anger.

Ink repaired and raised his eyebrows: "What else do you want to say? Oh, yes, Nanxiao little prince is in your hands?" Mo Jingli sneered, and ink repair did not care, faintly said: "Even in you What is the hand? The child is now in the city of Licheng? Who is hiding in your home? The king does not believe how many strongholds you can have in the city of Licheng. You...can tell the king, the little prince of Nanxun was Mureng Li Where is it hidden?” Mo Xiu’s condescending look at the crowds below.

Half a slap in the face, ink repairs pleaded: "Nobody is willing to say? Do you know that your family will not say it?" Everyone suddenly changed color, most of them are the owners or important people of famous families. Characters, their family will never be as simple as a few dozens of ordinary people. One is implicated in hundreds of people. The catastrophe of the genocide... everyone is chilling.

Mo Jingli smiled coldly: "What do you think they will know?"

Ink’s leisurely approaching the chair, while playing the slender hand of the glazed, laughed: "Jing Li, you have eaten the loss of these people, but still not long-term memory. You think... you have their hands With the handle, will they obey you and obey them? Do you think that when they help you, they will not leave a hand?"

The look on the face of Mo Jingli was stiff and swept to the people on the ground. Many people have some uncomfortable avoidance of his gaze, and Mo Jingli’s heart sinks.

In the temple, ink repairs clap the clapping: "Now, who will tell the king, the whereabouts of the young prince?"

In the hall, I was silent for a long while. Finally, a person trembled and climbed up. "Wang Ye...The prince is forgiving. Weichen...Weichen said...ah?!" When his words were not finished, he was standing on the side of Mo Jingli. The ankle went out. The person who spoke is just a scholar who has no power to bind the chicken. Although Mo Jingli is not a master of martial arts, he is not weak. He is just like playing, and he flies up and flies out. I smothered a blood on the pillar next to it, and Mo Jingli smiled coldly: "Idiot! Do you think that you will let the ink repairs let you go?!"

Ink repaired and shrugged his shoulders, and he was very sincere. "This king can make you feel a little more comfortable." That is to say, whether you want to die or not, you just want to die.

As a result, the people who were eager to move again re-silenced.

Mo Xiu was not in a hurry, slowly stood up and walked down from the temple. The unsettled footsteps invisibly give people an unspeakable sense of oppression. Even the imposing Mo Jingli can’t help but step back two steps. When he returns to God to discover his behavior, Mo Jingli The face is a burst of purple.

"Zhao Daren?" Mo Xiuzhen walked to Zhao Zhefang, with a smile.

"Wang... Wang Ye?" Zhao Zhefang's face was pale and treacherous.

"Where is the little prince of Nanxun?" asked Mo Xiuzhen. Zhao Zhefang shook his head: "The old minister...the old minister does not know."

"I don't know?" Inklessly raised his eyebrows with dissatisfaction: "What do you know?" Zhao Zhefang's eyes drifted, and he didn't dare to look at the ink repairs for a moment. He just pleaded with grief: "The old minister...the old minister knows nothing. Ask the lord to spare his life! The veteran is confused for a moment, no longer dare, no longer dare." Mo Xiu squinted at him with his low eyebrows, sighed slyly, faintly said: "Zhao family full door, into the prison. Asked about the day to ask." After that, Mo Xiuqi no longer looked at Zhao Zhefang, it seems that he has no interest in him.

Everyone who was kneeling on the ground was a glimpse. Obviously, they did not think that the trial of Ding Wang was so clean and neat. In other words, Ding Wang does not care about the results at all.

"No! Wang Ye, the old minister knows the wrong, the prince is forgiving..." Zhao Zhefang cried and couldn't see the eyes of Mo Xiu, and he looked at the glass of the glass sitting on the temple. "Wang Hao, the old minister is wrong." Ask Wang Hao to spare the old minister and a young and old. They are innocent, and ask Wang Hao to spare!" Ye Li sighed slightly, looking sideways to Mr. Qingyun smiled: "Grandfather, here is noisy Let the five brothers accompany you back to the room to rest?"

Mr. Qing Yun is old and does not want to see too much blood. But I also know that today's situation is not so easy to end. Long sighed and nodded: "Blood, follow me."

Xu Wugong, who was wide-eyed and watching the drama, succumbed to the sorrowful glaze, but his grandfather’s life could not be violated. He had to get up and support Mr. Qingyun. When Mr. Qingyun’s figure disappeared from the back of the temple, Ye Liu only looked back and looked at Zhao Zhefang, who was still pleading, and asked indifferently: “Zhao Daren said that your family is innocent. You know how much you are going to die today. People. When Zhao Daren did this, can I even think about these people innocently? I am afraid that more is the benefit that can be obtained after success?"

Zhao Zhefang was speechless, and Ye Liu took a thin piece of paper from the sleeve and said with a smile: "There is something in Ben, Zhao Daren may wish to take a look." The guards not far from Yeli came forward. Wanting to pick up the paper basket, Ye Zi pendulum stood up and walked down the hall to personally send the paper basket to Zhao Zhefang.

Just looking at it, Zhao Zhefang couldn't help but tremble. Ye Liang handed him only a thin piece of paper, but he recognized that it was torn from a book in his dark cell hidden in the study. And what is recorded above is something that you can't do for outsiders.

Once many of the above things were announced, even if the king had spared his life, he could not live. "I... I said. Xiao...Shizi, Xiaoshizi was arrested. It was hidden... I was hiding outside of the city." In a different courtyard. Nanxiao Little Prince... The veteran really didn't know his whereabouts..."

This statement is full of surprises. Although the small world of Dingwangfu did not appear all day long has caused a lot of people's speculation, but did not expect that it was actually caught by Mo Jingli.

After listening to Zhao Zhefang’s words, Mo Jingli was not angry. Instead, he laughed. “Zhao Zhefang, do you think that Mo Yuzhen is still in your other hospital? Do you really think that you will believe you?” Zhao Zhefang is silent. Mo Jingli suspected that it would not be impossible to send someone to take it away after he transferred Mo Xiaobao.

"How? Ink repair, this game is you won or won?" Looking at ink repair and Ye Li, Mo Jingli smiled coldly.

Ink repaired the hand of Ye Liu, and looked at Mo Jingli without arrogance. Mo Jingli also knows that he is not cheap at this time. He hates the ink and repairs: "Get out and let go. Otherwise... just wait for your son to collect the body?"

Ink repaired and coveted, and said: "The king had brought a sentence to you before. Now, you don't hear it?"

When Mo Jingli stunned, I finally remembered what it meant to be ink repaired. Sneer a sneer: "If you can't live without it, what do you do with him?" Mo Xiu frowned and finally nodded. "Well, the king said... The longer you live, the more painful you will be." If you don't believe it, go out. The king promises that no one will do anything to you when you walk out of the king's palace for a quarter of an hour."

Mo Jingli stared at Mo Xiuzhen, apparently not convinced of his promise. Ink repair did not care, pulling the glass from the new back to the temple.

"You really are not afraid that I will kill your son?" Mo Jingli asked. He simply did not believe that Mo Xiu would let him go so easily. Ink repaired his eyebrows: "You can give it a try."

"Do you think I dare?!" Mo Jingli bite his teeth. Ink repaired his face indifferently. "This king said, you can give it a try." Can you kill him.

Mo Jingli hesitated for a moment, and finally left the poisoned subordinates and the people who followed him and rushed out. For his departure, Mo Xiu did not care. A wave of hands immediately came forward to clean up the hall and re-deliver delicious fruit snacks and fine wines. Those black men who followed Mo Jingli and those who followed the Mo Jingli’s rebellion to the palace were naturally moved together. But in a quarter of an hour, the hall was restored to the appearance of the talent, as if nothing had happened.

"Just make a joke with everyone, so everyone is shocked. The king pleaded guilty to a guest for a cup of money." On the hall, Mo Xiuzhen picked up the glass and smiled at the audience. The guests in the hall looked at the man in white and white hair in the temple, only to feel the cool wind blowing. The sloppy ones also followed up and accompanied Mr. Mo Xiu to drink a cup.

Looking at Mo Xiu's calm and self-confident, he talked with everyone, and even Wang Hao sat down with a shallow smile, as if he was completely unaffected by the news that Xiao Shizi was caught. This has to make everyone doubt the truth of the news that Xiaoshizi was arrested. But if this is a fake, why should Ding Wang let go of Mo Jingli at this time?

"Wang Ye, you said... Ding Wang, what do you want to do?" The official behind Lei Teng’s wind glanced at the lonely emperor, Mo Shuiyun, who was sitting alone, whispering.

Lei Tengfeng smiled lightly: "Clean up, stand up, and by the way... Play with Mo Jingli and have fun with it. It doesn't matter to us, don't bother." Xiling's current situation does not require more calculations and adventures. All they need is stability. As long as it can stabilize the current situation and preserve the vitality of Xiling, nothing else is important.

"Playing...playing ink Jingli?" Some of the officials stuttered, apparently unable to accept the conclusion of Lei Tengfeng. When such a country came to congratulate, this kind of thing happened. How do you see that the face of the palace is fixed? Is there really someone who will use this kind of thing to play?

Lei Tengfeng sighed, and some helplessly said: "It’s really because Mo Xiuzhen really regards this as a play, so it... it seems even more terrible." Even such important occasions and things can be used as fun, or Is it incompetent or incompetent or not to put the enemy in the eye. The ink repair is obviously the latter.

The official wanted to understand the meaning of Lei Tengfeng, and couldn’t help but take a sigh of cold air and looked at the ink repairing in the temple in awe. "He...the king is so sure that there will be no accidents?" These people at the banquet, no matter which one is hurt, is not a small thing, let alone the small son of the palace.

Lei Tengfeng shook his head, and he never felt that he had ever understood it, and he would never understand it.

In the temple, Xu Qingchen swept the ink repair and faintly said: "You don't go see?" Mo Xiuxiao smiled and said: "Don't worry, let him be in a hurry." It is clear that the Lei Tengfeng is a puppy. .

"Don't overdo it." Xu Qingchen reminded lightly. Although Mo Xiaobao is very smart and some people secretly protect, but still a child. In case the dog jumped into the wall, Mo Jingli made something to hurt Xiaobao but it was not worth the candle.

Ink repaired helplessly pulling the leaf glass and smiled and said: "Well, let's go. There is Lao Qingchen brother here."

When I saw the ink repairing, I stood up and talked about the crowds. I only listened to the ink repairs and said: "You, the king and the king, have nothing to do with it. There will be Lao Qingchen, accompanying you. Despite the fun." Mo Xiuyu said that he was very polite and his meaning was euphemistic. But it does not hinder everyone's understanding: the king is going to run Mo Jingli, and he is not here to stay dead.

Looking at Ding Wang with Wang Hao Shi Shi, however, everyone turned their eyes to the clean son. The dusty son smiled lightly, and Qing Jun made a dust. "You are free to sing a cup in the first place. Please."

"Cleanly, please."

In the city of Lili, it is also very lively tonight. Ding Wangfu two small sons and the little princess's birthday, all the people also followed. Although the weather is not early, the few important aspects of the city are still like a festival. There are many people who pray for the little son and the little princess in various ways. Only by this can we see the status and prestige of the palace in the eyes of the city of Licheng and even the entire northwestern people.

Ink Lili quickly shuttled through the dark alleys in the city. The original glamorous robes have long been taken off, wearing only a dark coat. If the image of Mo Jingli at the banquet was a smug emperor, now Mo Jingli is a lost dog. Mo Xiu was obeying his promise, knowing that he had not been blocked by a certain distance from the Ding Wangfu, but this did not make Mo Jingli feel at ease. He always felt that there were countless Mohist army guards and unicorns behind him, who were always ready to beat him.

Fortunately, this time is already Mayday, and there is no cold in the clothes. Mo Jingli also walked the darkest alleys in the city, but it did not attract anyone's attention. After spending most of the time in an alley, knowing that Mo Jingli thought that he had already smashed the people who had been tracked by the Wangfu, he let out his breath and went to the other direction.

In a secret room, two identical children sit by the rude bed and hold a child who is sleeping in the middle of the bed. Mo Xiaobao looked at the baby in Qin Lie’s arms with his head, and couldn’t help but poke his small face and said: “It’s really ugly.”

Qin Lie said faintly: "You grew up like this when you were young."

Mo Xiaobao did not believe, "This will not be able to. Liner and Xiner can be seen when he was a child." Qin Lie-dao: "This can only prove that the second son and the young son look better than you." Mo Xiaobao snorted, Tsundere’s little face said: “You don’t have to be beautiful and beautiful. Are you not the same as this one?” Qin Li looked at the top of the Chamber of Secrets and rolled his eyes.

Mo Xiaobao looked out of the room and frowned. "Mu Jingli is coming back, let's take this little devil away." One of the biggest mistakes is that I don't know the three caves of Rex Rabbit, put all the chips in one place, so the ink is small. Bao took the person to follow Qin Lie, and all the way to find the missing Nanzhaoguo prince for a few days.

After leaving Princess Anxi, the little prince did suffer a lot. Mo Jingli naturally does not take care of children, nor how good it is for other children. It is only maintained at a stage of hunger and immortality. When Mo Xiaobao came over, Qin Lie was rushing to smash the children. It turns out that although Qin Lie accepted the training of the Wangfu from an early age, the child is far less than Mo Xiaobao. At least Mo Xiaobao has two younger siblings who can practice.

The little prince who was hoarse with a crying voice went to sleep smoothly, and Mo Xiaobao discussed how to retreat with Qin Lie.

Qin Lie said faintly: "There are people outside of the courtyard, who are all from Mo Jingli. If you come in, it doesn't mean you can go out. Not to mention a child." The half-year-old baby doesn't know anything, once he wakes up. I am sure I will cry. And... this kid is too small and too weak. Qin Lie did not dare to take him to risk.

Mo Xiaobao was somewhat depressed and bowed his head. "I bet with my father that I can not use the dark guard and the unicorn."

Qin Lie resisted the urge to turn his eyes. "Do you take gambling on such an important thing?" Mo Xiaobao's guilty finger is "is important to gamble." The general little thing, the father, disdain to bet with him. .

"What are you betting?"

"If I win, I don't have to close it." So Mo Xiaoshizi was struggling to take care of himself as a bait to find the traces of Mo Jingli and refused to mobilize the dark guards behind him. What is confined is too terrible, too cruel and too unreasonable.

"I know that it will be like this. What do you want now? I would like to ask the world, why do you think that we can kill Mo Jingli?" Qin Liliang asked coolly. Mo Xiaobao hesitated, "Don't poison?"

"Do you have it?" Qin Lie asked.

"I have the poison that makes people diarrhea." Mo Xiaobao said that Mr. Shen refused to give him the poison of human life.

Qin Lie nodded in a serious way: "You can pray to let him diarrhea."

Mo Xiaobao can only turn his eyes, and the daytime Lila is dead and the daylily is cold.