Chapter 87： Xuan'er is good, don't cry

The little prince was already over three years old, and he was no longer the pink and tender little dumpling that weighed heavily in his arms, making her arms numb from the pressure.

She couldn't carry him to the county government office, so she had to carefully discuss with him, let him understand his helplessness, and let go of his arms around his neck.

"Um."

Fortunately, the little prince was still the same as when he was two years old, well-behaved and obedient, looking at her tremblingly with big teardrop eyes, pursed his lips aggrieved, and let go of his hands.

Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and put him on the ground.

However, what she never expected was that the moment the little prince's right foot touched the ground, his body involuntarily fell forward.

"Xuan'er, what happened to your leg?"

Su Qingluo took a breath, her heart tightened involuntarily, and she supported him subconsciously. "

"I can't move my legs."

The little prince cried hoarsely, big teardrops gushed out of his eyelids and dripped down his cheeks.

Crystal clear teardrops, like sharp steel needles, pierced the apex of the heart.

Su Qingluo was extremely annoyed, and boundless regrets filled her mind.

I regret that I let go of Xiaotuanzi's hand so easily a year and a half ago, and regret that I didn't show that I know medical skills and can cure his illness.

"Xuan'er is good, don't cry."

She hugged the little prince again, hugged her in her arms distressedly, and wiped away the tears from his eyelids: "Believe me, sister, I will definitely heal your leg."

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Just as Su Qingluo expected, the parents who lost their children in the county were so anxious that they flocked to the county government to report the case.

At the same time, news also came from the capital city. Starting from the Valley of the Medicine King, he took a boat to the Royal Courtyard. The little prince who was recovering from illness disappeared while passing through a tributary of Mingshui County. He was ordered to cooperate with the royal guards to search quickly.

The newly appointed magistrate of Mingshui County was one head and two older, thinking of the same fate as his deposed predecessor, he almost vomited blood.

Wang Meng went to the county government instead of Su Qingluo to report the whereabouts of the missing child. Accompanied by him was the articulate and quick-witted little beggar.

The two and a half-year-old children described the process of rescuing ten children from the robbers in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and specifically named them. One of the boys was of high status.

The county magistrate wept with joy, wiped away his bitter tears, quickly organized his staff, and followed the two children to the abandoned small courtyard to search for people.

The little prince persisted in refusing to leave Su Qingluo, hugging her neck and not letting go.

Su Qingluo also felt remorse and wanted to protect him, so she took the initiative to petition and treat him.

The county magistrate didn't dare to force the little prince, so he could only let them leave. When they returned to the county government office, they rushed to send news to the capital city, asking for instructions.

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Su Qingluo hugged the little prince and returned to her new home in the county seat, expressing to her parents in a simple and clear way that she wanted to go back to Woniu Village as soon as possible.

She wants to go into the hinterland of the mountain to find medicinal herbs to treat the little prince.

Su Hu and his wife still had a fresh memory of the little prince, and they were also deeply impressed by his charming and charming father.

Hearing that their daughter was going to treat the little prince, the two couples naturally did not have any objections, so they packed up that night and set off for their hometown early the next morning.

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The little beggar's godfather unfortunately passed away that night. The brother and sister who lost the protection of their elders were distraught and cried bitterly.

Wang Meng felt the same way, and helped him bury his godfather, and gave him a small bag of money.

Before leaving, he left a sentence, if he was desperate in the future, he would bring his younger sister to Woniu Village.

The little beggar burst into tears, clutching the money bag tightly, and swore to God that she would change her past.

Determined not to be a thief anymore, I will definitely lead my sister to live a good life.