They are all women and have experienced the age of 16 or 17 years old. They know that for many girls, appearance is more important than life.

In front of so many people, the girl's self-esteem would never allow her to pull the scarf.

Qian'er knew it, so she stopped asking. Seeing that she looked tired and her shoes were covered in dirt, she asked her if she wanted to sit on a stretcher as well. Zhaohui glanced at the soldiers and immediately shook her head and refused.

So everyone surrounded him and returned to the village.

Long Fei has already asked someone to clean up all the places on fire. Burning and damage is basically equivalent to burning them all, and it is definitely impossible for people to live in it.

So they were arranged to settle in other places.

The waiter lay on the bed and Shui Yijun checked his injuries.

As expected, my left calf was broken.

I fixed it with a board, and took some medicine, and the rest was kept.

It will take two or three months to recover.

Qian'er discussed the return trip with the child, whether to keep the waiter and wait until he gets better before going back.

Shui Yijun was holding a few medicinal herbs on the table next to him, chewing them from time to time. Hearing this, he said, "If you keep him, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back."

"Why?" The child was puzzled.

Qian'er's heart moved slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

She asked Shui Yijun: "What did the second prince consort know? Didn't the fire last night be an accident?"

"What?" the child was stunned. "Someone deliberately set fire? How did you know?"

"At first, I just guessed. However, I found a little clue and you can see if it is useful." Shui Yijun moved his eyes away from the herbs and said to the outside, "Pick the things in and show them to the two princesses."

Two soldiers came in, carrying a mottled black wooden board.

The child asked: "What is this?"

Qian'er looked carefully and said, "It looks like a burnt door."

"That's right, it's the door." Shui Yijun signaled the soldiers to put down the wooden board and went out. He squatted down and knocked on the door panel, "Look at it, is this door different?"

When the child heard this, he immediately squatted down and looked around carefully, but had no idea, "Isn't this just a door burned by fire? Besides the good wood, what else is there?"

Qian'er also showed doubts on her face.

The door panel was burned seriously, and the original color and pattern were almost impossible to see.

Shui Yijun smiled gently and said, "You can take a closer look."

"Don't keep it a secret, talk quickly." Children are limited in patience, let alone this kind of thing.

"It's really a problem." Qian'er suddenly pointed to the middle of the door panel, "Children, look at this lock."

When the child heard this, he looked at it intently and exclaimed: "Why is this Citi lock locked?"

This copper lock is unique to the Wu tribe. The shape of the Citi lock is their mascot, the deer head. The copper lock is burned slightly black, but it is intact. Its lock on the other side fell off and connected to the half of the door panel.

The child reached out and pulled the lock: "The lock is very strong."

Qian'er said: "It seems that this door is locked from outside."

They looked at each other, then looked at Shui Yijun at the same time, and asked in unison: "Which room does this door come from?"

"The door of the bedroom where the waiter lived before."

"Waiter?" The child took a breath, "Who is trying to harm the waiter? Damn, I must find out and pull out his intestines and trample it."
Chapter completed!