Chapter 173: A child's temper is a child's temper (2)
Bihe came out and ran out of the room.
She wanted to go out and take a look, but when she ran to the rockery in the courtyard, 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 one glance.[
She stood under the shadow of the rockery.
For a moment, Qing'er didn't notice her.
Outside the courtyard, it was still noisy.
She came to her senses and immediately ran to Qing'er's room!
Suddenly, she paused——
Look at the blood under your feet, in the moonlight, on the ground?
She squatted up, stretched out her fingers and touched it. Sure enough, it was blood! Her face was shocked!
Qing'er is injured...
She just took a few steps towards Qing'er's room, then stepped back suddenly. She quickly wiped the blood on the floor with her sleeves, and then looked at the route Qing'er came in...
"Catch the assassin! The assassin has entered the other courtyard! There is blood here!" The guards outside were already shouting. They said they were calling for the assassin, but the assassin was already injured.
The palace guards shouted, and within a short time, a group of people had already surrounded the other courtyard! The torches were bright, and the other courtyard was illuminated like daylight.
"Come out! Come out! Come out, everyone."
Guards armed with weapons were beating the doors of each room and shouting, preparing for a massive search.
The guards came and went.
In the gardens, courtyards, and every corner, people were already checking and guarding. It seemed that they had concluded that the assassin had entered the Qingxin Villa.
Xiao Lan and Xiao Bihe were also taken to the small courtyard. However, Xiao Bihe was not taken out from the room, but found near the hut. She cried endlessly, and the guards carried her to the photo studio.
In a well-lit yard.
When she saw this group of people, she cried even more. Xiaoya almost bit the guard brother's neck to draw blood. "Bad guy, bad guy! Put me down! Put me down!"
She was crying, shouting, and fussing, looking extremely uncoordinated in this tense atmosphere. The temper of a child is the temper of a child, and this child is still a fool.