Murong Qi knew that Leng Qinghuan's methods of saving people were strange and different, and he had long been strange.

But it's mouth-to-mouth......

In the face of a bunch of people's whispers, he pretended to be calm, frowned and said: "She should be giving the child a breath, all of them are a little calm." ”

Everyone understands this explanation, and everyone doesn't mind the prince of Qi, so why are we in a hurry?

There was silence all around.

Leng Qinghuan knelt and did more than a dozen artificial respirations, and this stomach was a little in the way. Listen to the child's weak heartbeat and perform several more cardiac resuscitations.

After repeating this, the child coughed lightly, and gradually had the air to enter.

Fortunately, if you coldly take out a defibrillator from your sleeve and give an electric shock to the child's chest, it will be shocking.

He Murong Qi is very curious, a flashlight can be dismantled without sleep or food, and he is not afraid to dismantle the defibrillator, he is afraid that he will be curious about the source of this instrument, and he will take a look at his skirt.

Steward Chen was so excited that he was incoherent, and everyone next to him was also relieved.

Leng Qinghuan didn't relax at all, after all, this kind of mechanical suffocation can easily cause brain damage. Whether the child is okay or not depends on his reaction after he wakes up.

She took out the silver needle from her arms and stimulated the child's acupuncture points, and the child immediately slowly woke up, blinked his eyes, turned his face to see Steward Chen, and cried out with a frightened "wow".

It's okay!

Thankfully, there is no danger, this kid is really fateful.

Steward Chen pulled the child to kowtow to Leng Qinghuan to thank him, and Leng Qinghe let everyone disperse.

As soon as Leng Xiang returned to the house, he heard that the people in the house had told him about the matter, so he hurried over. The child is already fine.

Leng Qingjiao has been hiding to the side, with red eyes, clenched fists, a little scared, but still stubbornly holding his chest.

Leng Xiang asked, "What's going on?" ”

The cold and arrogant teacher stepped forward: "Lord Qiyu, the right minister, it is not good for the old man to take care of him." In the interval between classes, the old man left the tea kung fu in a hurry, and when he came back, he saw the little boy covering the child's mouth and nose with a handkerchief behind him, his face full of anger.

The old man hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him, and it took some effort for the little boy to let go of his hand, and the child had already fainted at that time. So he hurriedly called for help and notified the eldest prince and the princess. ”

Listening to it coldly, this is worth it, at a young age, he is so ruthless and vicious to his playmate. stepped forward with a green face, and it was a heartwarming kick towards Leng Qingjiao.

"You rebel, do you want to rebel?"

Leng Qingjiao was kicked out by him a foot a foot away, fell to the ground, clutched his heart, still stubbornly leaning his neck, his face full of hatred: "It's him, it's him who scolded me first!" He scolded my mother for being a poisonous woman! ”

Leng Xiang was so angry that he almost didn't come up in one breath: "Just because of the dispute between the two tongues, you actually want to take someone's life!" ”

"A mere subordinate, if you don't listen to the lesson, you will die! Then they will be respectful to me and dare not bully me! ”

Leng Xiang was a little incredulous: "Did you learn this because my father asked you to read the book of sages?" Who taught you this? ”

Mr. Teaching was so frightened that he hurriedly denied it: "The old man has always been careful to follow the wishes of the minister, but he never dared to say such cruel and violent words. ”

Leng Qingjiao stopped talking: "No one told me." ”

Leng Xiang stretched out his hand and pointed at him, so angry that his body trembled: "The son is not the fault of the father, this is all my father's negligence, and I let you develop such a cruel and vicious temperament." If I don't kill you today, how can I be worthy of Steward Chen's loyalty to my Prime Minister's Mansion? Come on, take the stick! ”

No one dared to stop it, after all, this is not a small fight among children, and this little boy is really too ruthless.

A subordinate took a stick, which was even more ruthless than the one that taught Leng Qinghuan last time, Leng Xiang was angry, held it in his hand, and hit Leng Qingjiao on the head and face.

Leng Qingjiao was very kind of at first, and he kept shouting: "You beat me to death!" Anyway, I don't have anyone to hurt, no one cares, it's better to die! ”

A few sticks went down, but he couldn't stand it, and fell to his knees on the ground, squeaking in pain, and his tone was not so hard.

"Mother, help me, Daddy is going to kill me!"

This Leng Qingjiao is the most eccentric child in Leng Xiang, so he is used to being lawless, and after a few sticks, he is angry, and he is distressed. If the hand is raised high, it will flutter lightly when it falls.

Steward Chen saw that Leng Xiang gave himself an explanation, and his husband and wife would have to do things in the house in the future, so he could only swallow his anger and step forward and hold Leng Xiang's arm.

"Forget it, sir, the child is still young and ignorant."

The cold phase is thunder and raindrops: "The jade is not cut, this kid must be managed, don't stop me, I have to kill him today." ”

Leng Qinghe couldn't bear to look at it, and stepped forward to stop: "My brother is not sensible, just let him know his mistakes and change them." Qingjiao, why don't you hurry up and apologize to your father and admit your mistakes? ”

It was a mess here, and Leng Qinghuan accidentally saw something on the ground—a handkerchief.

It was the handkerchief that Leng Qingjiao used to cover the mouth and nose of the Chen family.

Leng Qingjiao threw it aside, and no one paid attention. But Leng Qinghuan's heart sank, and his eyes narrowed.

Because the veil was wet.

A wet handkerchief is more likely to suffocate and breathe at all.

Accidental or intentional?

Qingjiao is still just a child, how can he understand this? And what he said in a hearty way, will someone instigate it behind his back?

She frowned, her worst fears had happened. She was very afraid that someone with ulterior motives would bring Leng Qingjiao to spoil, and even use the Jin family to make a big fuss, making Leng Qingjiao hate herself and Leng Qinghe, so she replaced the original Mr. Xixi and the two young masters of the Jin family who accompanied her.

Who is it?

She leaned over to Murong Qi, pointed to the handkerchief, and whispered, "This handkerchief is wet." ”

Murong Qi, who had been standing by and watching the housework of the Prime Minister's Mansion, twisted his face and looked at it fixedly, and frowned.

Leng Qinghuan thought that he should have guessed it, and continued: "Someone must have instigated him behind his back, otherwise what does he know as a child?" ”

Murong Qi didn't speak, frowning, as if he was thinking about something. After pondering for a long time, he spat out his lips uncertainly: "You said, Zhiqiu died of suffocation, and then was thrown into the water?" ”

Leng Qinghuan nodded firmly: "I deliberately paid attention to the inspection that day, and the mucosa in her mouth that was in contact with her teeth was broken, and I guessed that it should be someone covering her mouth and nose, mechanically suffocating to death, and then ......"

Halfway through the words, he was stunned, grabbed Murong Qi's hand, and clenched it tightly: "Are you suspecting Qingjiao?" Impossible, right? It's horrible. ”

Murong Qi said in a deep voice: "After the accident that day, Qingjiao had a high fever that did not go away, remember you said that he seemed to have a convulsion?" ”

Leng Qinghuan even breathed sluggishly, and his heart was pouted: "But Qingjiao is still young after all." ”

"But he is strong enough, and his strength is no less than Zhiqiu. And you think, wasn't he the last person to see Zhiqiu that day? ”