The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Some time ago, he could tolerate the magistrate's wife coming to make trouble every day, but he was only sympathetic to her, just like himself, who had just experienced the pain of losing a child, but now it seems that she is going crazy, but he can't.

"Master...how can you..." The county magistrate's wife screamed.

But no matter how she resisted, she still let a few old ladies forcibly 'send' it back to her yard.

At this time, the capital was in a different courtyard outside the capital.

The man in white listened to his subordinates reporting on the snow disaster in the south.

He took a sip of tea slowly, and asked without emotion, "How's it going on Cao Dezhi's side?"

"The food and fighting slaves are ready and can be sent there at any time."

"Well, there should be some action in the court, let him wait a few more days, and then send more food over there.

By the way, let Cao Dezhi tell the people over there that you can't be too greedy, otherwise I'm afraid that he will lose more than his gains. "Speaking of the last word, the man's voice became a little colder, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

The subordinates heard a shock, and bowed their hands respectfully: "Yes."

When the man retreated, a carrier pigeon landed on the coffee table.

The man raised his brows and stretched out his slender fingers to remove the letter on it.

After seeing the content above, he murmured: "It's better to be calm, otherwise you can only..."

The last word dissipated in the air before he could say it.

Sure enough, in the early morning of the second day, the memorial of the snow disaster in the south was presented to Emperor Chong'an, and there was an uproar in the courtroom.

Emperor Chong'an was furious and asked why the performance was delayed for a month.

The next road was severely damaged by snow, and time was delayed on the way.

In the end, after deliberation by all the courtiers, Emperor Chong'an decided to send the Minister of Household Hong, the minister of households, to take full charge of the disaster relief and go to the south in person.

After the court disbanded, Lord Hong walked out of the Golden Palace with a dark face.

After walking a few steps, he was blocked by an official who disagreed with politics. The old man had a smile on his face and bowed his hands perfunctorily: "Master Hong, congratulations! Your Majesty has used it so much, you can't let His Majesty down in this disaster relief. what."

Master Hong's face turned even darker, and he gritted his teeth without smiling, "That's natural."

After saying that, he wanted to leave.

However, the old man took a few steps to keep up with him, and mocked: "I remember that Lord Shizi is in the south, maybe, Mr. Hong, you will still be fortunate enough to meet Shizi, so don't forget it then. To say hello to the old man..."

"A traitor, what kind of prince is he now? You can stop talking nonsense with the surname Xiao. Be careful, I will accuse Your Majesty of treating you with blasphemy." Lord Hong scolded back.

His hands hidden under his sleeves were already clenched into fists.

"Yo yo yo, I'm not just joking, why are you so embarrassed?" The old man stroked his beard and shook his head, sighed and said, "As expected, you can't do too much of what you want, otherwise everyone will feel bad about it. ."

Yan closed no longer entangled, and walked away with a big smile.

It was not the first time that the two had the same title as military attache, and it was not the first time for the others to take it for granted.

It's just that when they heard Song Jingchen whose legs were crippled, they couldn't help but look at Master Hong with indescribable eyes.

Master Hong snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves and left.

After Fan Mingyuan came to the door, Song Jingchen seemed to be even less concerned about whether his legs could stand up again.

Every time Shen Yijia asked him to practice, he would change the subject to test and teach her homework, or let Sister Huan pester her to teach martial arts, so angry that Shen Yijia's hair fell a lot.

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