Murong Li looked at the embarrassed appearance of the two guards and frowned, "What's wrong?" Uncle Wang is not in the house? But these people don't seem to have seen him out of the house—"

The two guards faced the pressure and lied, "Lord and Madame...... Didn't go through the main entrance. Madame likes the feeling of flying eaves and walking on the wall of the knights, and often asks the prince to take her to the eaves and walk on the wall......"

Murong Li suddenly realized, "It turns out that Uncle Wang jumped over the wall with his concubine and went out, not in the courtyard." ”

The two guards smiled awkwardly.

Murong Li glanced at the anxious servants and frowned, "Since Uncle Wang is not here, then you can go to Changning Temple and invite the two Dao Masters to come, looking at the current situation of Young Master Qing, it is not enough to have a doctor." ”

The slaves seemed to have found the backbone of the master, and nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, the little ones will go to the Taoist!" ”

They were about to carry Qing Yao back, but Murong Li silently hit Qing Yao's mind, and Qing Yao began to behave again.

Suddenly, he jumped off the slave's back, his eyes were straight and he was about to go into the courtyard, and he muttered, "Uncle...... Uncle...... I'm going to find my uncle...... They told me to go to my uncle......"

"Little boy, you can't go in!"

As soon as the two guards saw this, they couldn't take care of Murong Li, the noble prince, anymore, and hurriedly rushed over to stop Qingyao.

Qing Yao, like a calf with great strength, wanted to rush inside, but the guards could only stop him desperately, but they didn't dare to stun him, and the scene was out of control for a while.

Murong Li, on the other hand, stayed out of the matter, and when everyone didn't pay attention to him, two thin pieces of paper slid out of his sleeve.

The small paper figure the size of a fingernail wrapped in true qi slipped into the courtyard from under the feet of everyone who was blocking Qing Yao.

The paper figure was so small that none of the dozens of people present noticed that such a small thing had slipped in.

Murong Li saw that the guards were about to be unable to stop Qing Yao, so he had no choice but to step forward and slash Qing Yao's neck with a palm and knock him unconscious.

These guards didn't dare to do anything to Qing Yao, but as a dignified prince, he was not afraid of anything.

He glanced at Qing Yao, who had softened after fainting, and said to a few slaves, "Uncle Wang is not here, and he can't see Uncle Wang even if he is noisy here, let's take him back." ”

He glanced at the guards guarding the door, "When Uncle Wang comes back, let him go to Qingyao's courtyard immediately." ”

The guards bowed their hands, "Yes, His Royal Highness." ”

Murong left his head and left with the group.

……

There were several doctors in Qing Yao's room who were checking Qing Yao's pulse, and Murong Li was waiting in the courtyard with Meow Seventeen in his arms.

He put Meow Seventeen on his lap, his slender fingers gently rubbed Meow Seventeen's hair, and fell on the eyeliner not far away, he was just petting the cat, there was nothing wrong.

In fact, his fingers were pinching.

The two little paper figures he left in Murong Zhen's courtyard smeared a drop of blood from his fingertips, and he could control the two little paper figures from afar, allowing them to find the bones of Qing Yao's mother.

And at this moment, he is holding the third little paper figure between his fingertips.

This is a set of mother-son paper figures, the little paper figure in his hand is the mother, and the two who remain in Murong Zhen's courtyard are sons.

This little paper figure is a little bigger than the previous two, because the paper figure is wrapped in the earrings of Qingyao's mother.

As he pinched and cast the spell over and over again, the breath that belonged to her on Qing Yaoniang's earrings would be transmitted to the two child paper figures in Murong Zhen's courtyard through this maternal paper figure, and they would follow this breath to find the bones of Qing Yaoniang's relatives.