The uncle and nephew Shen Zhijiang and Xiao Jun were like a puddle of mud mixed with broken pieces of the stone table and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
The servants and servants all over the yard took a deep breath, and their legs felt weak.
Xiao Lingyue rushed over with a frosty mask on her face, and saw Qing Luo hugging Beibei tightly and squatting on the ground. The two huddled together, with some dirt on their bodies, but they didn't look injured.
Xiao Lingyue's tense mind relaxed slightly, she stretched out her hand to pull up Qingluo, hugged Beibei and checked nervously: "Beibei, are you okay? Are you injured?"
Beibei coughed a few times uncomfortably and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom, I'm fine."
Xiao Lingyue's heart tightened, she put him on the ground, squatted down, and carefully unbuttoned his collar. She saw a red mark on Beibei's thin white neck, and the delicate skin even turned red.
Got blood spots.
This shows how hard Shen Zhijiang was stretched! He is an adult man after all, and the strength of his hands in anger is not something that a child can withstand.
Xiao Lingyue's face became extremely ugly, and she touched it lightly with her fingers, "Does it hurt?"
Beibei shrank in pain, but shook his head obediently: "Only a little bit."
Seeing Xiao Lingyue's frown, the little guy reached out to hug his mother and said softly: "It's not my fault, mother, don't blame yourself."
Xiao Lingyue took a deep breath, touched his forehead lightly, took out a small box of plaster from her sleeve pocket, and gently applied it on his neck.
Beibei obediently raised his neck and asked his mother to apply the medicine.
During this process, all the servants in the courtyard did not dare to move, and stood there in fear.
"Miss, it's all your fault for not protecting the young master..." Qingluo, who was still in shock, came back to her senses. When she saw the injury on Beibei's neck, her eyes turned red, and she almost cried in shame.
The lady entrusted the young master to her care, but she got the young master injured. She is so useless!
"It's not your fault that the incident happened suddenly. And you are no match for Shen Zhijiang." Xiao Lingyue said calmly, applied the ointment and touched Beibei's face before standing up.
"You and Beibei stand here and don't move."
Qing Luo nodded desperately with red eyes and hurriedly walked to Beibei.
Xiao Lingyue walked towards the two people not far away expressionlessly, with a fierce and threatening aura that made people feel as if they were being strangled and suffocated.
The housekeeper looked at her looking like she was about to kill someone. He was so frightened that he was sweating and trembling. He bravely said, "Three, Miss Third, calm down! Master... Master, he was just angry for a moment. He didn't want to hurt the young master."
....."
He was afraid that Xiao Lingyue would kill Shen Zhijiang and Xiao Jun with his sword in a rage, which would cause a big mess!
However, the housekeeper only spoke half of his words. Seeing Xiao Lingyue's dark and cold eyes, he was so frightened that his legs and knees weakened, and he fell to his knees on the ground, his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to pop out.
What a scary look!
It was like a sharp sword piercing into my heart. It was so cold that even my blood froze into ice.
Xiao Lingyue ignored him and continued walking towards Shen Zhijiang.
The housekeeper knelt on the ground and did not dare to move, making gestures secretly, while an inconspicuous boy standing outside hunched his waist and sneaked out.
Seeing that this situation cannot end, we must call for reinforcements.
Xiao Lingyue walked up to Shen Zhijiang and looked at them condescendingly.
Shen Zhijiang was knocked out by Xiao Jun. The two of them fell into a ball like a stack of Arhats. They looked extremely embarrassed. There were large and small scratches on their hands, feet, cheeks and neck. The smashed stone table was scattered everywhere.