A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 195 Seemingly unintentional, but actually intentional (2)
At this moment, Qing'er's heart was extremely heavy.

Regarding the assassin incident last night, it is not clear what happened next, nor what happened to Xiao Lizi's body.

"Qing'er, let's go out of the yard for a walk, okay? Let's bask in the sun." Saying that, Bi He took Qing'er's arm and walked out the door without saying hello to the prince and second sister.

It's no wonder a fool knows how to say hello, but if he knows this, he's not a fool.

As soon as the two of them went out, the prince followed him.

Second Miss Qin also followed.

The two of them sat on the stone pier in the yard, and the prince was also wandering around.

Little Bihe was half lying on her side, with her little head resting on Qing'er's lap. To be honest, she really wanted to lie in Qing'er's arms, it was much more comfortable, but she was concerned about his injuries.

The prince turned around in front of her eyes.

"Hey! Fool, assassin, are you afraid?"

"Why should I be afraid, he didn't kill me..."

"Oh……"

The prince responded casually, his eyes flickering a little.

"Are you afraid?" Bi He was curious, it seemed that the little prince was very cold about assassins.

"I, I, I'm not afraid." The prince raised his chest and raised his chin to speak, but he lacked confidence.There was a hint of fear in his expression.

At this time, Qing'er said something in Bihe's ear, her eyes were clear.

It turns out that the prince was assassinated before, no wonder...

"His Royal Highness, tell me, what happened to the assassin last night?" Xiao Bihe changed the subject and stopped being entangled in the prince.

The prince held his breath and replied sullenly, "Dead!"

"I know I'm dead, how to deal with the body?" Knowing this, Qing'er must have wanted to know, so she asked instead of him.For this type of matter, it is indeed the most appropriate to ask the prince.Except for him, no matter who you ask, you may be suspected.

Hearing her question, the prince said without even thinking about it: "It's a public display in the teaching ground, and it's drying!"

Hearing this, Qing'er's body trembled and stiffened, and the little hand holding He'er also tightened.

Her other small hand gently patted the back of Qing'er's palm, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact she had intentions.

No matter how cold Qing'er's heart is, there will still be a trace of warmth, at least there is one person around to comfort her, and it is better not to speak than to speak.

(End of this chapter)