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In the study of the Yong'an Palace, Bei Zhenting's eyes were bloodshot and the atmosphere was frighteningly gloomy.

"Your Highness, I have searched the entire southern part of the city and have found no suspicious individuals!"

"The prince has searched Anle Mountain extensively, but there's no trace of the princess!"

"There are too many people in Prince Zhuchengmen, they've already blocked Zhuzhi Street!"

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There was a loud "bang" and everyone trembled. When they looked up, they saw that the prince had a very bad expression on his face.

"Get lost! Keep looking for me!"

The guards hurried away and Li Qingyun landed in the house.

"Your Highness, we've found that servant. He left the palace two days ago, and now..."

"What happened now?!" Bei Zhenting's patience was exhausted and he glared at Li Qingyun.

"The Chief Justice of the Dali Temple has protected him... Should we... bring him back?" Li Qingyun trembled.

Bei Zhenting propped up his head and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Send someone to watch over it."

The city search was drastic and the news came too slowly. Before the beggars from Zhu Chengmen came back to report the news, a certain beggar gang was discovered.

A group of officials kicked open the dilapidated house of the Beggars' Gang.

Drive out all the black and smelly beggars inside.

Wulima never thought that he, the fourth prince of Qi State, would one day wear smelly beggar's clothes and squat in a corner of the street.

Seeing his own prince smell the clothes on his body, stretching his neck with a look of disgust, the beggar on the side could not help but say: "Your Highness, please bear with it."

"Could it be that one of you has done something bad and is wanted by the whole city?!" Wulima said with a serious face.

"We have been very well behaved these days! We haven't done anything!" A group of people shook their heads with dark faces.

Several young ladies invited each other to walk past them, took a look at them, immediately covered their faces with handkerchiefs, and walked away quickly.

The accompanying maid turned around to look at the beggars at the corner and quickly followed her mistress, "Miss, why are there so many beggars here suddenly?"

Wulima heard their whispered discussion and immediately signaled to his subordinates, and the beggars quietly left.

Wulima squatted in the corner for a while, and finally waited for the two beggars from Zhu Chengmen to come.

Upon hearing what they said, he was so angry that he cursed his father: "Why did the Prince of Yong'an make such a big fuss about arresting a fugitive? Could it be that this fugitive killed his entire family? Why did he have to wait until I was about to leave the city to escape? If I find out who he is, I will give him a beating!"

"Your Highness, what should we do now?"

Wulima suddenly smiled as he thought of something. "Isn't this easy? Just wait, those soldiers will escort us out of the city!"

During the afternoon search of the city, several dens of beggars were found. The beggars were blocking Zhucheng Gate and causing trouble, disrupting the order of the market. The people complained to the government office.

Dozens of yamen runners drove out several beggars' dens near Zhuchengmen.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!" The whips were cracking loudly, and the beggars were trembling with fear. If they walked slowly, they would be whipped a few times.

In the beggars' den on Wuliang Street, the sharp-eyed beggars saw the yamen runners from afar and stood up and quickly moved to another place.

Lin Mo, a 12-year-old beggar in the corner, finally realized something was wrong. He picked up the chipped pottery bowl and prepared to get up and run away.

The little beggar next to him was kicked twice today and had a nosebleed. He sat next to him all day and fell asleep. He didn't know whether he was dead or not. In short, he didn't move for the whole afternoon.

He was probably dead. Looking at the two copper coins in the little beggar's bowl, Lin Mo swallowed.

Having not eaten for the whole day, he reached out to take the bowl in front of the little beggar, but accidentally touched the little beggar next to him, and the little beggar fell directly on his shoulder.

Being leaned against by a dead person! Lin Mo was so frightened that he dared not move.

The little beggar didn't know if he felt the warmth from Lin Mo's body, he muttered in his dream: "Brother..."

As he spoke, tears began to flow.

Lin Mo pushed him away, but he didn't die. He's really lucky!

The little beggar also woke up and looked at him in confusion.

When the soldiers arrived, Lin Mo took the bowl and prepared to escape. He glanced at the two copper coins in the little beggar's bowl and grabbed them in his hand.

Two whips hit the ground behind him, which sounded very scary.

The little beggar was so frightened that he sat there in a daze, staring at the officers and soldiers approaching.

Lin Mo snatched the money and ran a few steps, then turned back to see if the little beggar was chasing him. When he turned back, he saw that the little beggar was so scared that he stood there in a daze, and didn't even notice that his money was stolen.

Lin Mo smiled triumphantly, and then he heard the sound of a whip hitting the ground. He was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to leave, but turned back, said "tsk", and ran back.

He extended a hand to the little beggar and said, "If you don't want to die, leave now!"

The little beggar came to his senses, looked at his hand, and still remembered the grudge that he had taken his place. He tried to stand up on his own, but fell directly to the ground.

Lin Mo was speechless and grabbed a handful of messy hair.

He helped him up, squatted on the ground, and said in a bad temper: "Come up!"

The little beggar paused for a moment, and after a long time he carefully lay on his back.

Lin Mo took the broken pottery bowls that the two men used to beg for food, stood up, and stood up so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

The little beggar on his back hugged his neck tightly in fear. Lin Mo stood up, staggered, and carried him away.

After taking only two steps, my neck felt wet and I could hear sobbing in my ears.

Lin Mo was furious, "Cry again! I'll throw you down!"

The little beggar on his back tightened his arms and his sobbing became softer.

A group of beggars of different ages were driven to Zhucheng Gate. The officers and soldiers checked them one by one and found no suspicious people, so they drove them out of the city.

A group of beggars came out of Zhuchengmen.

Lin Mo also left the city gate carrying the little beggar on his back.

Many beggars were guarding the city gate, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the city. Lin Mo was also preparing to squat at the foot of the city wall. Just as he was about to put the little beggar down, he suddenly saw two familiar faces among the group of beggars. They were the people who beat them this morning.

Lin Mo had been lurking at Zhu Chengmen since he was four or five years old, and he had learned how to judge people. He had felt that these people were up to something from the beginning, so he followed them closely, carrying the little beggar on his back.

Not far from the city gate, he heard these people talking about Huangzhidao. Seeing that there were not many beggars he was familiar with following this group of beggars, and the remaining beggars were all strong and healthy, Lin Mo did not dare to follow them anymore.

He changed direction and walked a short distance before disappearing into the bushes.

"Brother, where are you going?" the little beggar asked, leaning on his shoulder.

"I'm not your brother!" Lin Mo put the little beggar down, "You're really killing me!"

The little beggar was put down and could barely stand. When he heard him say that he was heavy, he wiped his eyes in grievance.

When Lin Mo saw his expression, the corners of his mouth twitched. How could he have created such a burden for him?

He raised his dirty sleeves and wiped away the little beggar's tears. He wiped his face so hard that he even laughed at himself. "What's your name?"

"My name... is Xiaoxiao, Zhang Xiaoxiao... Woo woo..."

When Lin Mo heard the name and heard him crying, he immediately laughed, "You're still laughing, so change your name to Kuku from now on!"

Zhang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips.

Lin Mo raised his hand and pointed in a direction, "I'm going to Huangzhidao, do you want to go?"

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at the direction he pointed, a little bit unbelievable. Are they going to heaven?

When Lin Mo saw his expression, he immediately turned around and left, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself, you can walk back by yourself!"

"I want to follow you!"

There was a clear voice and a plop from behind.

Lin Mo looked back and saw Zhang Xiaoxiao fell to the ground again!

It’s so annoying! Lin Mo grabbed his hair fiercely, making his already dirty and messy hair even more messy!

He went over and carried Zhang Xiaoxiao on his back, and the two of them walked into the jungle.

The two walked deeper and deeper, the sky became darker and darker, and Zhang Xiaoxiao became more and more scared.

"Brother, it's getting dark..."

Zhang Xiaoxiao would repeat this sentence every time they walked a distance.

Although Zhang Xiaoxiao was four years younger than him and smaller and lighter, it was still very tiring to carry something on her back on a mountain road, let alone a person. Lin Mo was sweating and panting, and he said disdainfully: "Are you scared already? Let's take the shortcut to the Imperial Straight Road. We will definitely be ahead of those people!"