闪乐

"Success, I'll wait for the master in the royal courtyard, first go see where they found the young child."

The little kingfisher had a new joy, his gossip heart was ready to move, and he couldn't wait for a moment, so he flapped his wings and flew high into the sky.

"Hey, this guy is so impatient, when will he grow up?"

Su Qingluo hugged the little prince, watched the little kingfisher fly away, a humorous smile appeared on the corners of her charming lips.

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The night is dark and the moonlight is like water.

In the quiet mountain village, the doors and windows of every house are closed. Occasionally, one or two howls of wolves come from the valley not far away, causing dogs to bark.

After Su Qingluo waited for the little prince to fall asleep, he quietly slipped out of his small courtyard, ran to the bank of the river, pulled down a reed and threw it on the water.

The petite body is like a light and nimble swallow, and it falls lightly on the reed, making the reed rush towards the other side of the river like Li Xuan's arrow.

Cross the river with one reed!

The miraculous scene alarmed the imperial guards hiding in the dark and guarding the royal courtyard.

The two guards rubbed their eyes vigorously, watching the petite and exquisite figure stepping into the water, their breathing almost stagnant.

"Two, three, fifteen..., twenty."

While the two imperial guards were stunned, Su Qingluo listened attentively, and with only weak breathing, he found out the hidden positions of the secret sentries around the royal courtyard one by one.

"Yin'er, help me distract the guards in the southwest corner."

In a whirl of thought, she had already made a decision, and she transmitted her voice to the little kingfisher.

"Okay!"

The little kingfisher flapped its wings excitedly, circled twice over the Royal Courtyard, and found the target accurately.

"Hoo hoo..."

A series of sparks spurted out, igniting the stables in the southwest corner of the courtyard.

A dozen or so horses neighed in shock, bit their reins, rushed out of the stables, and galloped across the yard.

"It's on fire, put out the fire quickly!"

There was a lot of noise in the royal courtyard, and when the attendants heard the noise, the imperial guards ran out of the house one after another, creating a mess.

"Yin'er, I asked you to distract people, there's no need to make such a big fuss, right?"

Su Qingluo leaped over the wall and jumped into the small courtyard, seeing the innocent horse trembling in fright, scurrying around, helplessly holding his forehead.

"That's what makes it interesting."

The little kingfisher hovered over the other courtyard, guiding her.

"The Black Wolf Guards are insidious and cunning. If they want to rob the little prince, they can come up with any vicious method. I just want to remind them that they can't take chances and be careless."

"You're fine, you're right."

Su Qingluo shook his head helplessly, his petite figure nimbly shuttled around the courtyard, followed the little kingfisher to the courtyard where the little boy was staying, and hid under the eaves.

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"Oh, mother, I'm scared, I want to go home."

From the window across the wall, there was a low and depressed cry of a young child, accompanied by horrified murmurs, which made everyone's heart tremble.

"Where did they get the young children?"

Su Qingluo pierced the window paper and looked in through the tiny hole.

"Widow Zhang's family in Xinghua Village, the man in her family died early, leaving behind three boys, two girls and five children. They are too poor to take care of the pot."

Little Kingfisher made inquiries very clearly: "A secret agent from the imperial court came to her door and gave her twenty taels of silver, and Widow Zhang asked her to take him away."

"For twenty taels of silver, I don't even want family affection."

Su Qingluo's eyes darkened, and his sharp eyes looked through the hole to clearly observe the situation in the house.

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On the bed covered with brocade and velvet, a thin and petite child with a face somewhat resembling that of the little prince shrank into a ball in fear.

As if he didn't dare to cry loudly, he covered his mouth with his hands, whimpering in pain like an abandoned cub.