First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 738 Witty little milk bag (two more)

  The disappearance of the little princess is no small matter. The National Master Hall has been dispatched, let alone the major families.

  The family members have mobilized the elite forces of the family, striving to find the little princess and make great contributions.

  The willingness of the Han family to find is particularly strong.

In the   Flower Hall, Old Man Han said with a solemn expression: “This time Zhang Feng and others neglected their duties. If we don’t commit our crimes to find the little princess, the Han family will be in trouble.”

  The Han family had already lost a mine for assassinating the emperor's grandson, and they could not be punished by the monarch a second time.

  Han Lei has just returned from the palace. Apart from him and Mr. Han, there is also his brother Han Sanye.

  Han San Ye is a bastard, and he spent the whole night in the concubine’s room last night. He was slouched at the moment, and Han Lei caught fire when he saw it.

  As far as being capable, the ten thirds combined are not as good as the second. According to his original intention, it is time for the third to give Han Ye a top package.

  At least what the Han family loses is just a straw bag!

  Because he is the daughter of the old lady, even if he doesn’t have to work hard or contribute to the family, he can still enjoy his success!

  Han Lei gave his younger brother a fierce look, and took a lot of effort to resist the urge to slap him to death.

   "Father." Han Lei suppressed his anger and said to Grandpa Han, "This matter is strange."

  Han old man folded his hands on the handle of the cane, his eyes were like eagle falcons: "Don't worry about strange things, find the little princess back, and the Han family will be saved!"

  Han Lei handed over: "I see, father, I'll take someone to find it."

  Han grandpa said meaningfully: “Remember, it must be the Han family to find the little princess back!”

  Han Lei knows: "Son understands."

   "And you!" Old lady Han looked at Han Sanye solemnly.

  Han Sanye was scolded by his father, so a jealous spirit stood up, raised his hand and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "I, I, I... I will go too!"

  Old Madam Han hated iron and steel and said, "Where are you going! Stay at home for me! Don’t step out of the yard for a few days!"

  Han Sanye was about to cry.

  Why do you want to ban his feet again?

  Han Lei called for Chu Nan and asked him to go to the barracks to select a batch of the best quality black wind cavalry. He would take the cavalry from the Han family to find someone in person.

   "Father."

When Han Lei was about to go out, Han Ye rode over.

  Han Lei looked at Han Ye's pale face, and then at his feet tightly wrapped in gauze, frowning: "You are still injured, why did you come out?"

  Han Ye endured great pain, his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely determined: "Father, let me find it too."

   "Naughty! How did you look for it like this? Didn't the doctor tell you to take care of your wounds? If someone finds that your hamstring is broken and your feet are useless, do you think you can still keep your position today?"

  Han Lei’s words seemed to pierce Han Ye's heart with a sharp knife.

   Gu Changqing's sword hit a dead hand and almost ended his martial arts career.

  The monarch will not reuse a dead person.

  In order not to be discovered by the monarch of this secret, he can't even go to the palace of the national teacher for treatment!

  He does not accept the fact that he has become a useless person!

  He can also get on the horse!

  You can take a gun! Can hold a sword!

  Han Lei understood that his always arrogant son could not accept this heavy blow. He calmed down and said, "Ye'er, you stay at the house with peace of mind. Father will definitely find a way to heal you."

   "Really?" Han Ye's tone was a little casual.

  Han Lei was anxious to convince his son, and said sternly: “It is rumored that Xuanyuan Li Tejin had been prosecuted by the Jin people, but he has not been healed by a god?”

  A trace of movement flashed across Han Ye's eyes: "Is it a national teacher?"

Han Lei shook his head: "No, the National Master Palace was not built at that time. I don't know who the genius doctor is, but if the rumors are true, then the father will find him for you! Let him heal him at any cost. You! Even if I let my Han family provide him forever, I will recognize him as my father!"

  This is the first time Han Ye feels his unreserved concern for himself from his father’s eyes.

  In the past, only the second uncle would do this.

  Han Ye whispered: "It's been decades, who knows if that person is still there?"

  Han Lei held his shoulders: "Ye'er, don't say frustrating words, you are the heir of the Han family, you can't give up on yourself."

  Han Ye said: "I know I was wrong, father."

  Han Lei smiled comfortedly: "You go back and heal your wounds, and the outside affairs will be done by the father."

  Han Ye was carried back to his yard by his servants.

  He lay on the cane chair at the door, looking at the scene in the courtyard.

  Qixuan patted the little mosquito on her body and said to Han Ye: "Okay, don't worry, I'll find it for you."

  Han Ye said, "Thank you, Master."

   Qi Xuan put his hands behind him, and sighed: "A master and apprentice, I don't want to watch your family have an accident."

  Han Ye pondered for a moment, then suddenly stopped him: "Master."

  Qixuan asked: "What's the matter?"

  Han Ye said in a daze: "I heard that Xiao Liulang is the teacher of the little princess. Do you think he will let go of this opportunity for meritorious service?"

   Qi Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Do you want me to find the little princess before him?"

  Han Ye lowered his eyes and pinched a small mosquito that fell on his leg: "I hope, if Master meets him, he will kill him for me."

  Qixuan smiled, and Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Okay."

In the purple bamboo forest of   Guoji Hall, Yu He took the iced food box to the small bamboo house in the forest.

  The disciple sitting quietly at the door in the hall said: "Master, Yu He has sent the sweet soup to relieve the heat."

  The teacher said wearily: "Let him in."

"Yes."

  The disciple opened the bamboo curtain of the hall, and rushed to Yu He nodded.

  Yu Hemai stepped inside, leaving shoes on the steps, and stepping on the wooden floor with his clean white footwear.

  "Master." Yu He saluted.

  In the Hall of National Teachers, only the direct disciples of the National Teachers are eligible to be called Master, and the rest of the disciples are honored as Masters of the National Teachers.

  Yu He looked at the turtle shell on the table and asked carefully: "Master, are you divination? Why is the hexagram like this?"

  Yu He, as a direct disciple, learned a little bit of knowledge, and the hexagrams on the table showed that the divination had failed.

   But it’s weird, isn’t it?

  Are there hexagrams in this world that the master can’t tell?

  Guo Shi said regretfully: "I can't count her hexagram image, no matter how many times I try it, I still can't count it."

she was?

   Could it be the little princess that Master said?

  That’s right, only the little princess had an accident. Apart from the little princess, no one else deserves Master’s repeated fortunes.

  Yu He smiled calmly and said, “It must be too hot. Master, do you want to rest and count?”

  Guo Shi sighed: "It has nothing to do with the weather. I have been counting on it for many years."

  Master, you are exaggerating, the little princess is only four years old.

  Yu He sat down opposite the National Normal University, opened the lid of the food box, and scooped up a bowl of iced mung bean soup with both hands: "Master, here it is."

  Master Guo Shi took a sip and stopped talking.

  ……

  In a wing room of a courtyard, a man in black and a hawker who had dealt with his injuries stood respectfully in the center of the room. In front of them was a man in a gray cloak.

  It was sultry and hot, and the man put down the cap of the cloak and took off the mask from his face.

  He glanced at the two of them and asked, "Is everything done?"

  The peddler said: "Someone is here."

  The man in black added: "I just caught one more."

  The hawker is speechless, you will die if you don’t speak, right?

   "What does it mean to catch one more?" the man asked with frowning.

The vendor hurriedly pointed to his injured thigh and said, "It's a classmate of the little princess, who came here by himself, and can't shake my leg! But rest assured, adults, the little ones have already gotten the news from the little princess. That is. A poor boy, there is not even a parent at home, only one sister who studies in the college next door. Even if he died outside, no one can manage!"

  The man snorted coldly: "It's best to be like this!"

  The man in black hesitated for a moment, and said carefully, "Master, the little princess...really don't give me something to eat? It's been afternoon now, and she's been hungry for a long time."

  The man said lightly: "Let her suffer a bit, so that the monarch will feel more distressed and even more angry."

  The man in black muttered, "You won’t be hungry, right?"

  The man said indifferently: "Hungry for a day or two if you will not die, remember to give some water at night."

  The man in black: "...Yes."

  In the firewood room, two little peas squatted in the corner.

   "Clear space, I'm hungry." The little princess said tearfully.

Xiao Jingkong has been awake for a while, he listened carefully to the movement outside, and asked her in a low voice, "Are you still hungry?"

   "Yeah." The county chief nodded Qu Baba, "Sugar is not hungry."

  The small clear space is so true to my aunt. He has the habit of hiding snacks, so he hides a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus and a small bag of candied fruit in his purse.

  Just now the little princess called hungry, he had already eaten more than half of her, and only three pieces of candy and two candied fruit were left.

  Xiao Jingkong took another piece of candy and a candied fruit to her: "It can’t be more. We don’t know when we can go home yet, and we will leave the rest for you to eat at night."

   "Hmm." The little princess nodded obediently, grabbing the candied fruit with one hand, and the sweet-scented osmanthus candy with the other.

   "Why don't you eat?" she asked.

   Xiao Jingkong patted her belly: "I have a lot of meat, and it's okay if I don't eat a meal."

  The little princess thought for a while, and still passed the osmanthus candy, which looks bigger, to him: "This, you eat."

  She can't keep eating all by herself, and she doesn't eat anything in a small space.

  This bit of sugar is not enough to stuff my teeth.

  ——Think of the small clear space, who used to rely on the little monks to eat every meal.

   "You can eat." Xiao Jingkong put the candy into her mouth.

  "Um..." The little princess was gagged.

  Woo, sweet-scented osmanthus candy is so delicious.

  The small headroom is so powerful that he can hear that there is no one in the yard at the moment.

  He looked at the little princess: "Xiaoxue, shall we escape?"

  The little princess who just tucked the candied fruit in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, the little fat squirrel looked at her blankly: "How to escape?"

  Xiao Jingkong came to the door. The door of the firewood room was opposite, and there was a brass lock on the outside, and there was a narrow gap in the door.

  Little Clearance is a child. His skeleton is very small, and the flesh can be squeezed. With a squeeze, his little hand grabbed something and slipped out through the crack of the door.

  Then I heard the door lock click twice and the brass lock was picked off.

  Xingxing Eye, the little princess: "Wow! Clearance, you are amazing!"

  Clearance also feels that I am great.

   "Brother He Chengfeng learned it." He said.

  "Who is Brother Chengfeng?" the little princess asked.

  My current "sister"——

  Xiao Jingkong said: "An older brother, I will show you to him another day."

   "Okay, okay!"

  The little princess was shocked by Xiao Jingkong’s magical skills, and suddenly forgot what a dangerous thing they were doing.

  Xiao Jingkong opened the door of the firewood house, and brought the young county lord to the yard, and found a suitable location for overcoming the wall.

  He said to the little princess: “There is a tree here. After a while, we can climb the tree first and then we can over the wall.”

  The little princess lowered his head, and to the little finger, he said quietly, "But I don’t know how to climb trees."

   Xiaojing thought for a while, ran back to the firewood room, and came out with a rope in her arms.

   "You grab the rope and I will pull you up."

  Little princess: "I can't catch it."

  Small headroom: "……"

   "Good, then you can only tie you up first."

  Small Clearance tied one end of the rope to the waist of the little princess, and the other end to his waist.

   Then he shook the tree on the ground, jumped to the top of the wall, and pulled the little princess up.

  Usually a five-year-old child does not have his strength.

  He practiced basic skills every day and laid a very solid foundation. He also practiced the boxing techniques taught by Xiaojihou, and his physical fitness has been greatly improved.

   "I will put you down now." Xiao Jingkong tightened the reins, and put the county lord on the other side of the wall little by little.

After coming out of the main house, the man in black and the peddler both raised their hands and pulled their clothes.

too hot.

   sweaty.

  The hawker said: "Hurry up and see how the little princess is. The wood house is so stuffy, don't let the heat pass out."

  The two of them went to the wood house together.

  As a result, I was surprised to find that the lock had been opened, and the two small beans in the room were gone!

  The man in black suddenly changed color: "Who let them go!"

  The hawker frowned and said, "Let it go? This yard is full of our people! You should ask who saved them!"

   "Damn it!" The man in black gritted his teeth, and suddenly his ears moved, and he suddenly looked towards the wall, "Who!"

  The hawker leaped to the top of the wall a little bit. He looked around and found a rope in the grass not far away.

   is the rope of their wood house.

  The man in black crossed the wall and came to the hawker: "Have you found it?"

  The hawker looked at a large sorghum field that was higher than a human, and finally found a child's footprint in a very hidden mud puddle.

  From the direction of the toes, it is going to the sorghum field.

  The hawker said coldly: "Chasing!"

  The hawker and the man in black chased the sorghum field.

   "Kingkong, why did you run to the sorghum field just now? Do you want to step on my shoes in the puddle?"

   "This is a blinding technique, also called the technique of deceiving the enemy. It makes them think that we are going there, but in fact we are going here!"

  The two small beans slid into the woods.

   Jiaojiao will definitely come to him.

  Before that, he just had to find a place to hide himself.

  ……

  The men in black and the peddler searched the entire sorghum field before realizing that they had been tricked.

  There is nothing in the sorghum field!

  There are no human figures, or even traces of being rushed through!

  In addition, the hawker also realized a more annoying problem: "No one came to rescue them, they ran away by themselves!"

  The man in black asked, "Why did you say this?"

  The hawker snorted coldly: “If someone really found the courtyard, do you think it’s been so long, wouldn’t anyone from the government come to search it?”

  The man in black suddenly realized.

  The hawker's eyes were fierce: "It must be that brat! When I catch him, I have to kill him!"

  The two chased to the forest.

  The forest is full of towering trees, the branches and leaves shade the sun, and the temperature is much cooler than outside.

  The man in black said as he walked, “In fact, we don’t have to find the little princess, but we can also let other families find it. Anyway, our goal is not to make a contribution to this matter.”

  The hawker said: "We can not take this credit, but we must ensure that the Han family can't get it! If they find the little princess to atone for their sins, then what is the point of what we have done!"

  The man in black thoughtfully: "That's what I said."

  The hawker said: "The Han family can't be cheap at the last time. It's best if we take the credit ourselves."

  While talking, the two of them went farther and farther.

  On a century-old sycamore tree, a middle-aged man in his early forties took a guard and swept down in the air.

  The middle-aged man looked at a big tree opposite: "Patriarch Yang, isn't it hot on the tree? It's still hidden?"

  There was a moment of silence on the branch, and a Pentecostal man in a navy blue brocade was brought back to the ground by two guards.

  He greeted the middle-aged man in a friendly manner: "President Dong."

  The middle-aged man who was called to be the head of Dong’s family smiled and looked around in all directions: "Everyone, come out. There are many mosquitoes in this forest. It’s not worthwhile to hide behind a tree and be bitten."

  As soon as his voice fell, three more men brought their own guards, either from the tree or from behind the tree.

  Patriarch Dong smiled, his eyes swept over the three of them one by one: "Master Chen, Master Du, Brother Feng, Boy Feng."

  The first three are about the same age as the Dong Patriarch, and they are all in their prime of life. The Dudufeng Patriarch is only 23 years old this year, and he is the youngest Patriarch in the top ten generations.

  It's not that he is so capable, but that the elders of the Feng family are gone, only he and his aunt's brother are dependent on each other for life, supporting the precarious family.

Patriarch Dong and Yan Yue smiled and said, "It seems that everyone has been watching them when they entered the woods, so they must have heard what they said just now. I might as well give you the bottom line. The man dressed as a hawker is The masters the Mu family invited from the underground martial arts field a few years ago were very successful."

  Master Chen said: "So this thing was done by the Mu family. The Mu family wants to deal with the Han family?"

   Patriarch Dong smiled and said, "It looks like this at the moment."

  Master Du asked, "Why did the Mu family do this?"

   Patriarch Dong smiled and said, “As soon as an accident happened to the Concubine Wan, the Mu family acted on the Han family. Don’t everyone think this has any connection?”

   Master Feng came up with a violent temper: "You just said that Concubine Wan was framed by Concubine Han Gui!"

   Patriarch Dong's smile remained unchanged: "You said this, I didn't say it."

   "You--" Master Feng choked.

  Among the ten great masters, the Dong family master is a famous smiling fox.

   Talking to him is the easiest to step on the pit.

   Patriarch Dong smiled and said, “Except for the Mu family, the Wang family, the Su family, and the Han family, all the other families have arrived. I have a suggestion. I don’t know if you want to hear it.”

  Master Feng annoys him the most, he can hold a few farts in one sentence: "If you have something to say!"

  If you have fart, let it go!

Patriarch Dong's gaze swept across everyone: "The Mu family is relatives to the Wang family and the Su family. If something goes wrong with the Mu family, it would be difficult for these two families to pick them up. Even if they are not angered by the monarch, they will definitely not be divided. Any benefit."

   Master Feng annoyed him to death: "What the **** do you want to say?"

Patriarch Dong put his hands behind him and said with a smile on his face: “The Mu family has committed a capital crime in taking the little princess. The Han family’s inadequate protection is also a crime of malfeasance, but these alone are not enough to overturn the two families. One... I mean what if... the little princess has an accident? Can these two... still survive?"

  Master Du frowned: "You mean—"

Patriarch Dong's smile gradually became a bit of evil: "I mean, instead of the six of us competing for the merits of finding the little princess, we have a bloodshed, it is better to go to Mu and the Han family and divide them directly. The power! This will not hurt your peace, and it will allow everyone to take advantage."

  The eldest Patriarch Yang smiled: "Smiling fox, you are really cruel."

Patriarch Dong glanced at him and said, "Han and Mu are big fat people, don't you want to eat a bite? Black wind riding, heavy camp... Back then, we also worked hard, but why can we not divide the big family? The military power to Xuanyuan's family?"

  The forest fell silent suddenly.

  That’s right, they also paid a great price for fighting down the Xuanyuan family, but in the end they didn’t get the slightest amount of military power.

Even if the Nangong family has a big head, it is originally a military commander, but why has the Mu family, who has been Congwen for generations, been assigned to the main camp? !

  They are not convinced!

  The people in the forest began to feel a little eager.

   "Let's go." Feng Wuxiu, the youngest Patriarch, turned around and left without interest.

  Patriarch Dong squinted his eyes, looked at the back of Yushu Linfeng, and asked with a sneer: "Father, did you agree or did not agree?"

  The wind waved his hand without repair: "No promise."

   Patriarch Dong threatened: "Then you can't just leave like this."

  Feng Wuxiu glanced at him, "You can stop me, just try."

  The guard of Patriarch Dong held the hilt of the sword around his waist.

   Suddenly, a young Taoist leader dressed in a blue Taoist robe descended from the sky, like an unshakable god, blocking Feng Wuxiu behind him.

  Everyone was surprised.

  Patriarch Yang can’t set a channel: "Long Qingfeng Dao!"

  Feng Wuxiu is young, but his aura is not weak at all: "I don't care what you are going to do, and I will not report you, but this credit is determined by the Feng family!"

  All the masters on the scene teamed up and they weren't Qingfeng's bull-nosed opponent...Dong Patriarch smiled.

  He said: "I was just making a joke, why take it seriously? Okay, then we will have our own skills and see who will save the little princess first!"

   Only a little too close, the hateful wind hasn’t been repaired, and the situation is completely messed up all at once!

   "Brother, let's go." Feng Wuxiu said to Daochang Qingfeng.

  (End of this chapter)