The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Song Jingchen squeezed the rabbit mask that had just been knocked down in his hand, without raising his eyelids, he said casually: "Looks like your Wu State's spies should also be replaced, otherwise why would I be no longer the prince? The news hasn't been sent back, what do you think? General Ghost Face!"

"Hahaha." The ghost-faced general laughed out loud, his voice was hoarse, and this laughter made the scalp numb.

After laughing, he waved his hand. There was a man in black with a ghost face in the courtyard where there was no one else but him. The man put a chair behind the ghost face, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Song Jingchen didn't seem to be surprised at all, so he put the rabbit mask on his lap calmly and caressed it gently with his long fingers.

Ever since Shen Yijia used a strange method to heal his leg, Song Jingchen found that his whole person was reborn, not only his perception was much sharper than before, but his martial arts were also much improved.

Therefore, although the ghost-faced generals were well-mannered and concealed well, Song Jingchen discovered their existence as soon as he came in, there were 15 people in total.

When he and Shen Yijia were pushed away for no reason, he guessed that something was wrong, but fortunately, these people's purpose was him, and Shen Yijia was at least safe.

And he also knew that these people could cause chaos and bring him as soon as he approached the stage, and they must have made a careful plan in advance, even if he and Shen Yijia were not near there.

They will also act in other places. Instead of being passive, it is better to see who is behind this and what is the purpose.

"You don't seem surprised at all?" The ghost-faced general sat down, staring at Song Jingchen with dark eyes.

Song Jingchen chuckled lightly: "What should I be surprised by? Surprised that you, the dignified General Wu's ghost-faced general, appeared in the building? Or amazed that you would find me a bad person?"

"Sure enough, it is the son of Song who is stunning and stunning. If you were born in Wu State, I'm afraid there would be nothing to do without me as a general." The ghost-faced general boasted without hesitation, and then clicked his tongue again: "It's a pity that the monarch is unkind, and let me You got this far."

"What? Are you here today to convince me that I can't work for the Wu Kingdom?" Song Jingchen asked, lightly clasping the mask on his knees.

General Ghost Face didn't seem to expect Song Jingchen to speak so straightforwardly, he paused before smiling: "If you want, naturally..."

"I don't want to." Song Jingchen interrupted him, knowing who it was, he was worried that the girl would be anxious when he disappeared.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" The ghost-faced general's voice sank, as if he was on the verge of rage.

"If you have the ability to kill me, just do it directly." Song Jingchen lifted his eyelids and glanced at him with no fear on his face.

"Humph!" The ghost-faced general snorted coldly, and suddenly drew his sword and stabbed at Song Jingchen. Song Jingchen quickly shot, holding the tip of the sword between his fingers.

The sword could no longer score any further points.

The ghost-faced general didn't bother, he quickly retracted his sword and sat back on the chair: "It looks like your legs are really broken."

Song Jingchen glanced at the silver needle stuck in his leg, pulled it out and threw it on the ground: "I'm sorry to bother you to come all the way to confirm."

"Are you really not curious at all?" The ghost-faced general asked in surprise.

"Why should I be curious about something that has nothing to do with me?" No matter the purpose of this person's appearance in Daxia, or what happened to Daxia, he would not interfere.

The ghost-faced general stared at Song Jingchen for a long time, laughed loudly, and extended his hand in a gesture of begging: "Talking to a smart person is a peace of mind. If that's the case, then the prince will do as he pleases."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door was opened, Song Jingchen glanced at it, said nothing, and drove the wheelchair away by himself.

As soon as he went out, the courtyard door was closed again.

A man in black appeared beside the ghost-faced general, looked in the direction of the far door and asked, "Why didn't the major general kill him directly."

Since I think this person is a threat, shouldn't I get rid of him sooner?

The ghost-faced general put away the arrogance that Song Jingchen was wearing, and glanced at the man in black lightly: "What? Are you teaching this general to do things?"

"My subordinates don't dare!" The man in black trembled and hurriedly knelt down on one knee.

"Don't dare to be the best, you are the one who was given to me by my foster father. For the sake of my foster father's face, I will not do anything to you. Get up." The ghost-faced general said with narrowed eyes.

The man in black breathed a sigh of relief, got up and bowed his hands to the ghost-faced general and wanted to retreat, but he didn't want to lower his head when a sharp sword pierced his neck.

Before he could even cry out, he fell to the ground.

"Drag down to feed the dog." The ghost-faced general ordered coldly.

Following his voice, a figure flashed by, and the corpse on the ground disappeared.

The ghost-faced general stared at Song Jingchen's departure direction for a long time, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, why didn't he kill him? Of course, the living are more fun than the dead.

Song Jingchen drove his wheelchair into an alley, making sure that no one was following him. He tapped a few acupoints on his legs with his fingers, and a blood line overflowed from his mouth. He took out the handkerchief and wiped it off expressionlessly. .

When he returned to the main street, he found that in addition to the burnt-to-black stage, there were only pedestrians in a hurry, and lanterns that were abandoned everywhere.

Where can I see that half an hour ago, there was still a lot of people here, and they looked happy.

Song Jingchen stood in the middle of the road in a wheelchair, his brows furrowed.

"Eldest son!" A voice suddenly sounded.

Song Jingchen looked back and saw that Fan Mingyuan was wearing an official uniform, followed by a pair of yamen, walking towards him anxiously.

"What happened?" Song Jingchen asked.

"There are organized kidnappers in the city, and many young women are gone." Fan Mingyuan paused, glanced at Song Jingchen's expression, and said, "Young lady and Ruoshui are also gone."

Song Jingchen put his hands on both sides of the wheelchair tightly, suppressing his worries: "Where are my mother and them now? Do you only know about this?"

"I asked them to rest in the backyard of the county government first. I thought that when I found out, I could only have one more person to worry about, so I didn't mention it."

Song Jingchen nodded: "Thank you!"

Not to mention other things, Fan Mingyuan has helped a lot today, otherwise he would have to settle for Li and others.

After saying that, he had to drive his wheelchair away.

"Where are you going?" Fan Mingyuan stopped and asked after two steps.

Song Jingchen didn't look back: "I will only be a drag on following you, so I naturally find other ways to find people."

Fan Mingyuan looked at the back of Song Jingchen leaving, and frowned.

"My lord, we..." Yi Yao said thoughtfully, wanting to ask if he wanted to keep up.

Fan Mingyuan waved his hand to interrupt him: "Continue to search from house to house, the city gate is closed for me, and no one can enter or leave until those women are found."

"Yes!"

Song Jingchen listened to the words of the person behind him, and frowned...

The first person Song Jingchen suspected was the ghost-faced general he had just met. Shen Yijia's ability was there, and it was impossible for ordinary people to catch her unless there was a premeditated plan.

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