The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia was confused, but when she didn't understand, she just chose to be obedient.

Because of her confidence in Song Jingchen, Shen Yijia stepped out on her sleigh against the wind and snow and took the dumplings out the next day.

The whole village was covered with thick snow, and everywhere was white.

Shen Yijia put on the hat on the cloak and went straight to the Song family's old house.

She wants to verify whether Song Maolin really killed herself. If she hasn't, then she will kill him.

There was still some distance from the old house, when I heard heart-wrenching cries coming from the house.

Shen Yijia raised her brows, is this really dead?

Before she could figure out where to go to find out, she saw the knife tyrant come out from the yard cursing.

Followed by two people with big bags and small bags.

Seeing Shen Yijia, Daoba's fierce expression was taken away, and he immediately put on a smiling face, and leaned over: "Auntie, why are you here?"

"What happened?" Shen Yijia asked.

Daoba Yu Guang glanced at the dumplings, moved away a bit, and said angrily: "There is a boy in this family, he is too ignorant"

It turned out that the bandits Song Maolin encountered when he went to the exam were Daoba and others.

Song Maolin felt that if he hadn't been robbed, he would have passed the exam, and he would have been a recruiter at that time, and he would not have given Shen Yijia a chance to clean up him, causing him to lose face in the village.

Even in order to heal her injuries, Song Jiayue was promised an old man who was over fifty years old as a concubine, making him the object of being pointed out again.

And the initiators of these are the damn robbers.

But I didn't want it to be so coincidental, this time Daoba scrambled into the village again.

Song Maolin recognized him, and today when Daoba was taking people from house to house to collect grain, he took advantage of others and took a kitchen knife and slashed at Daoba.

But he is a weak scholar. He can't lift his shoulders or pick things up. He doesn't need to think about it.

Shen Yijia was surprised after hearing this, what a damn fate.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Song Maolin would be like this. Once he walked in the village and everyone shouted Song Xiucai, how beautiful.

At home, there is a general existence of golden lumps, and the food used is the best.

Suddenly there was such a big gap, and I was stunned when I couldn't bear it. I always felt that it would be fine as long as I killed Daoba.

Knowing Song Maolin's ending, Shen Yijia was relieved.

Without Song Maolin, people in the old house would probably have to live with their tails between their tails in the future. After all, because of a scholar in the family in recent years, Mrs. Liu has never been polite to others. When she opens her mouth and closes her mouth, it is because she is a scholar and his mother.

After Daoba finished speaking, he glanced at Shen Yijia, and Shen Yijia gave him a thumbs up; "Good job."

Whether it was robbing Song Maolin or killing him, she won her heart and deserved praise.

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about Daoba, who was stunned in the same place, and he took the dumplings to step on the sled and slid away.

"The big boss, that stuff is really good, can you ask my aunt to teach us how to do it?" Mazi asked enviously, looking at the sled under Shen Yijia's feet.

Daoba glanced at Shen Yijia's distant back, and patted Mazi on the back of his head angrily: "Go go go, auntie is also your name?"

After finally coming out, Shen Yijia took the dumplings around the village, and found that many people in the village were digging through the snow on the ridge or halfway up the mountain.

When those people saw Shen Yijia, they silently lowered their heads and continued to work without speaking.

Shen Yijia didn't plan to go up and ask, and went home after walking around.