The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1519 - 738 Using Troops Like a Deity! (Two Updates)_3

Little Jiankong took out another piece of candy and a preserved fruit for her, "We can’t have any more. We still don’t know when we can go home, the rest has to be saved for you to eat tonight."

"Mmhm," the Little Princess nodded obediently, grabbing the preserved fruit with one little hand and the osmanthus candy with the other.

"Why aren’t you eating?" she asked.

Little Jiankong patted his little belly, "I have lots of fat, so missing a meal is no big deal for me."

The Little Princess thought for a moment and handed him the larger looking piece of osmanthus candy, "Here, you eat this."

She couldn’t keep eating and eating while Little Jiankong didn’t eat anything.

This bit of candy isn’t even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.

—Little Jiankong, who used to have to fight with the other little monks for food at every meal, thought so.

"You eat," Little Jiankong insisted, pushing the candy into her mouth.

"Mmm..." The Little Princess’s mouth was stuffed full.

Wuwu, osmanthus candy is so tasty.

Little Jiankong had exceptional hearing, and he could tell there was no one in the courtyard at the moment.

He looked at the Little Princess, "Xiaoxue, shall we escape?"

The Little Princess who had just stuffed a preserved fruit into her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a little chubby squirrel, dumbly stared at him, "How do we escape?"

Little Jiankong went to the door. The Firewood Room door had double doors, fastened with a copper lock on the outside, leaving a narrow crack.

Little Jiankong was a child with a small frame, and his flesh could be squeezed. With a swift motion, his hand grabbed something and slid out through the crack in the door.

Then there were two kacha sounds as the lock was picked open.

The Little Princess’s eyes lit up, "Wow! Jiankong, you’re amazing!"

Jiankong thought so too.

"I learned it from Brother Chengfeng," he said.

"Who’s Brother Chengfeng?" the Little Princess asked.

My current "sister"—

Little Jiankong replied, "A brother, I’ll take you to meet him sometime."

"Okay, okay!"

The Little Princess, stunned by Little Jiankong’s miraculous skill, momentarily forgot the danger of what they were doing.

Little Jiankong pushed open the door of the Firewood Room, leading the Little Princess into the Courtyard to find a suitable spot to climb over the wall.

He said to the Little Princess, "There’s a tree here, we can climb it first and then we can get over the wall."

The Little Princess looked down at her little fingers and whispered in a tiny voice, "But I can’t climb trees."

Little Jiankong gave it some thought, then whoosh whoosh whoosh, he ran back to the Firewood Room and carried out a rope. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"You hold onto the rope, and I’ll pull you up," he offered.

The Little Princess, "I can’t hold on."

Little Jiankong, "..."

"Alright then, I guess I’ll have to tie you up first."

Little Jiankong tied one end of the rope around the Little Princess’s waist and the other end around his own.

Then he swiftly climbed the tree, jumped up to the top of the wall, and pulled the Little Princess up with him.

A typical five-year-old child doesn’t have this kind of strength.

His daily practice of fundamental exercises laid a very solid foundation, and the boxing techniques taught to him by the little sparrow monkey had significantly improved his physical fitness.

"I’m going to lower you down now," Little Jiankong gripped the reins tightly and slowly lowered the Little Princess to the other side of the wall.

The man in black and the peddler came out of the main house, both lifting a hand to adjust their clothing.

It was too hot.

Sweat drenched their backs.

The peddler said, "Let’s hurry and check on the Little Princess. The Firewood Room is so stuffy; she might faint from the heat."

Both men headed for the Firewood Room.

They were astonished to discover the lock picked open and the two little ones gone!

The man in black’s face darkened with anger, "Who let them go!"

The peddler furrowed his brows, "Let go? Everyone in this courtyard is one of ours! You should ask who has taken them!"

"Damn it!" the man in black gritted his teeth, suddenly his ears twitched, and he fiercely looked up at the wall top, "Who’s there!"

The peddler leaped onto the wall with a tap of his toes, he scanned the area and spotted a rope in a clump of grass not far away.

It was from their Firewood Room.

The man in black crossed the wall to join the peddler, "Found anything?"

The peddler looked towards the expanse of sorghum which was taller than a person. Eventually, in a very secluded mud puddle, he found the footprint of a child.

The direction of the foot’s toe pointed towards the sorghum field.

The peddler said coldly, "Follow!"

The peddler and the man in black chased into the sorghum field.

"Jiankong, why did you run towards the sorghum field just now? And why did you take my shoes to step into the puddle?"

"That’s the Blinding Technique, also called the art of confusing the enemy. It makes them think we went that way when actually we are going this way!"

The two little beans wriggled and wriggled their way into the forest.

Jiaojiao would definitely come looking for him.