"Don't, don't! Miss, I'll run! Hearing this, Bitong hurriedly waved his hand, held his waist, and ran desperately. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The speed is much faster, and it is almost catching up with the North Ridge Moon, but it is sweating profusely, and it is true that I can't run anymore.

"Alright, let's go have breakfast." Bei Lingyue gradually stopped, wiped her face with the handkerchief handed over by Yahuan, and looked at her behind her.

Bitong didn't stop, and said as she ran: "Miss, I can still run, it's okay!" ”

I told you to stop! Bei Lingyue scolded coldly, a little angry, looking at this child who was obviously physically exhausted.

The attacker also rushed over when he heard the sound, and saw this scene as soon as he entered the courtyard gate.

The attacker didn't dare to say anything, and quietly walked in.

"Yes...... Miss. Bitong stopped slowly, with grievances in her eyes, as if she was frightened by the anger of the North Ridge Moon, and she didn't reach out to take the handkerchief handed over by Yahuan.

Bei Lingyue walked over, dressed in white, expressionless, in front of so many people, and said coldly: "You think you are very powerful? Think being strong is being strong? ”

This is the first time Bei Lingyue has spoken to her like this, Bi Tong couldn't believe it, but more of a grievance, with an inexplicable stubbornness on her face, she argued: "Miss, I just don't want you to disappoint me!" ”

"Afraid I'll be disappointed in you?" Bei Lingyue smiled coldly, "People who don't know how to cherish themselves, do you think I won't be disappointed?" ”

She doesn't want this girl to even want her life when she encounters danger in the future, she doesn't want this girl to cry and be bullied every time, she wants her to be strong!

But being strong doesn't mean that this taste is strong!

Bitong bowed her head and stopped talking.

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all looked at this with some surprise, but they didn't expect the county lord to lose his temper so much, so that no one dared to speak for Bitong.

For a while, Weicen Courtyard suddenly became very quiet, and the maids avoided it in fear, and they all went to work after watching the excitement.

"Miss...... The prince is about to enter the city! The attacker stepped forward to the North Ridge Moon and glanced at Bitong.

Bitong was aggrieved, but had to step down.

"So fast?" Bei Lingyue was a little caught off guard, so she automatically ignored Bitong's departure.

"The butler has already gone out of the city to greet him." The attacker bowed his head and replied respectfully.

Bei Lingyue lowered her eyes and pondered for a while, then raised her head and said to the attacker: "Arrange the carriage and people, I will go to Guojun Street to meet my father." ”

"Miss went out to greet you?!" The attacker looked up in shock, "But Guojun Street is now in rebellion, and the government is in turmoil, but many people have died!" ”

"Miss is still waiting for the prince outside the mansion......" The attacker bowed his head again and pleaded.

"Hurry up, I'll wash up and set off." Bei Lingyue shook her head, thinking about it in her heart.

How can I say that when my father comes back, I still have to show filial piety, right?

So Bei Lingyue entered the room with a weird smile, and the maid on the side hurriedly went to carry water.

The attack was discouraged, and sure enough, the county lord was still a maverick.

The appointment went out, and the business of preparing her trip went.

"Sixth Prince, it's not peaceful here, why did you come alone?" A man dressed as a general rode a horse and asked the man next to him respectfully.

The man was dressed in an inky gold silk trimmed robe, wearing a jade crown on his head, his eyebrows were picturesque, and he carefully examined his surroundings.

The entire street was heavily guarded, and a large group of soldiers could be seen patrolling everywhere.

"Haven't the rebels here been caught?" After Dong Yejue looked at it, he turned around and smiled slightly, and came to such a conclusion.