When the little saint heard this, her face blushed and her neck thickened, she angrily shook off Wei Youqing's arm and said, "You are talking nonsense! What smell does I have? ”

He Jiming, who was walking in front, heard this, and seemed to be moved, he turned his head and said with a smile: "Don't quarrel with your little husband and wife, everyone has a smell on their bodies, Youqing doesn't like the smell of the little saintess, the little saint girl uses some incense, don't hurt the harmony for this." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After saying that, he hung a sachet on the little saint's clothes.

The faint fragrance of flowers permeated the little saint's body, and also covered the strange smell on her body. Mi Li'er glanced at He Jiming strangely, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect He Daochang to be so caring." ”

He Jiming smiled "hehe" and did not say anything.

The little saint girl smelled the sachet He Jiming hung on herself, although she was reluctant, but thinking that she would not have the strange smell that Wei Youqing disliked on her body, she let this sachet hang around her neck, and tried to hold Wei Youqing's arm.

Wei Youqing explained in a low voice: "Where do I dislike you? It's just strange that you have this smell on you. He glanced at the little saintess disapprovingly, and said with disgust, "You have a good temper." ”

The little saint was half angry by his disgusted eyes, bit her lip, and was about to have a seizure, but she felt that if she had a seizure, she would respond to his sentence of "big temper", so she threw off his arm angrily and walked to the front by herself.

Wei Youqing was not angry, he didn't want to hold the little saint girl, although he hung the sachet, he still felt that the little saint girl had a smell on her body. Now combined with the floral fragrance in this sachet, it is even more unbearable.

Nuhan walked to Wei Youqing's side, Wei Youqing felt that Nuhan was very similar to Ji Ashui, which made him feel kind, took Nuhan's hand, and said, "Uncle Nuhan, I have a good friend, he looks very similar to you." We went out together, and he would let me sit on his neck. ”

Nu Han listened, and saw Wei Youqing looking at him expectantly, his bright eyes blinked, and Nu Han flashed a trace of love and pity for this little saint's "man" in his heart, and he smiled and picked Wei Youqing up and put it on his neck.

Nu Han is already tall, and Wei Youqing is not small, but now Wei Youqing is sitting on Nu Han's neck, and he has become the person with the best sight among everyone.

Ishitoru's staircase rotates upwards, and every time you reach the side facing the sea, there is a small window facing the sea. It's just that the window is too high, except for Wei Youqing, who is sitting on the neck of the slave, no one else can look out from this small window.

Nu Han didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and every time he walked to the small window, he would go outside, which made Wei Youqing see the scenery outside the window very clearly.

Because the lights in the temple were so dim, the beach under the moon was clearer outside the window. Wei Youqing clearly saw that a small boat stopped not far from his fleet and slowly approached his fleet.

Wei Youqing's heart rose to his throat, he knew that there were not many people left in the fleet to watch the boat, and this small boat didn't know why it was close to the big ship, and he didn't know how many people were on it. By the time he tried to see better, Nuhan had already left the window.

When Nu Han went up another floor and came to the small window on the previous floor, Nu Han seemed to know Wei Youqing's thoughts, and once again stood in the outermost circle, and bluffed to let others pass first, so that Wei Youqing had more time to observe the boat.

There was no one on the boat. The one who pulled the water to bring the small boat closer to the big boat turned out to be a four-legged thing. Say it's a dog, it's too big, say it's a wolf, it's not quite like it. This reassured Wei Youqing a lot, whether it was a wolf or a dog, it was easier to deal with than a human, if it had bad intentions, those sergeants guarding the ship could kick it into the sea with one kick.

Round and round, there were no stairs in front of them, and they finally came to the highest level of the temple, where the three of them lived. The servants you met along the way were all taken care of by the guards of the palace in the small room downstairs.

This floor is obviously more gorgeous and wealthy than the floor below, and there are more lights in the corridor than below, the floor is no longer dim, Wei Youqing can barely see clearly with the light, the painting on this wall is the story of Princess Wencheng's entry into Tibet. This story is unforgettable because of the three ghosts, and Wei Youqing knows it in his chest. Wei Youqing just didn't understand why such a picture was drawn in the residence of this native saintess.

They searched all the houses, but they could not find the little saint's brother. No one is alive, no corpse is dead. Mi Li'er looked at He Jiming and Nuhan coldly. He found that He Jiming and Nu Han did not seem surprised by the disappearance of the little boy, and neither of them really looked for the little boy.

Only the little saint searched carefully from room to room, even under the bed, under the table and under the flower pot shelf. But the little boy evaporated from the world, and not even a shadow was found.

Wei Youqing expected something, quietly walked to Mi Li'er's side, leaned on his ear, and told Mi Li'er what he had just seen. Mi Li'er glanced at the slave man, a tall man who was following the little saint from afar, helping her move anything she wanted to move.

Seeing that the little saintess had made a mess of her residence, and her expression became more and more depressed, Wei Youqing stepped forward and said to her: "Little saintess, don't look for it like this, if your brother is here, only your movement will make him out." Let's go down and have a look, to the first floor. ”

The little saintess's tears were almost about to flow out in her eyes, she looked at Wei Youqing in a daze, and held his hand desperately, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Everyone went down the stairs again, Wei Youqing was concerned about the boat, but the little saint girl held his hand tightly, and he had no way to let the slave man lift him up.

Wei Youqing glanced back at the slave man who was following behind, he was following behind He Jiming and his gang with a solemn face, He Jiming saw Wei Youqing looking back, and asked with a smile: "Little brother wants to find someone to carry on his back?" ”

When the little saint heard He Jiming speak, as if she was shocked, she pulled Wei Youqing and grabbed the rice grains in front of her, so that the guards of the palace separated them from He Jiming and his group.

Mi Li'er said to a tall guard in the palace behind her, "You can carry the two of them on your back, they are small and always lag behind." ”

The two palace guards had to order Wei Youqing and the little saint girl to carry them, but Wei Youqing understood that Mi Li'er would never explain his orders to his subordinates, but now he said a few more words because of a simple order like "carrying a child on his back", which must not have been explained to the palace guards.

Although these two guards were not as good as Nu Henkel, they were enough for Wei Youqing and the little saint to see what was happening on the beach clearly.