Chapter 172 A child's temper is a child's temper (2)
Bihe went out and ran out of the room.

She wanted to go out and have a look, but when she ran to the rockery in the yard, a familiar figure jumped over the wall, entered the other courtyard, and quickly entered Qing'er's room.

Qinger?

Together every day, she can recognize Qing'er's figure with just a glance.

She stands in the shadow of the rockery.

For a while, Qing'er didn't notice her.

Outside the other courtyard, it was still noisy.

She came back to her senses and immediately ran to Qing'er's room!
Suddenly, she paused——

He looked at his feet, in the moonlight, on the ground, blood?

She squatted up, stretched out her fingers and touched it, and it turned out to be blood!The little face was shocked!
Qing'er was injured...

She had just walked a few steps towards Qing'er's room, and then backed away abruptly.Quickly wiped off the blood on the ground with his sleeve, and then followed the route Qing'er came in to check...

"Catch the assassin! The assassin has entered the other courtyard! There is blood here!" The guards outside were already yelling.What did you say to catch the assassin, and the assassin was already injured?

When the guards of the palace shouted, it didn't take long for a group of people to surround the courtyard!The torches are brightly lit, and some other courtyards are illuminated like daytime.

"Come out! Come out! All the idlers come out."

The guards with weapons slapped on the doors of each room and shouted, ready to search extensively.

The guards came and went.

In the garden, courtyard, and every corner, there are already people watching and guarding.It seemed that they had concluded that the assassin had entered Qingxin Bieyuan.

Xiaolan and Xiaobihe were also brought to the small yard.It's just that little Bihe was not brought out in the room, but was found near the hut. She cried endlessly, and the guards carried her to the brightly lit yard.

When she saw this group of people, she cried even more.Xiaoya almost bit the guard's brother's neck to bleed. "Bad guy, bad guy! Put me down! Put me down!"

She was crying, shouting, and making noises, and she seemed extremely uncoordinated in this tense atmosphere.A child's temper is a child's temper, and this child is still a fool.

(End of this chapter)

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