The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

After leaving the town, not surprisingly, they did not rush to the next town before dark, and they could only continue to sleep in the wild.

Shen Yijia didn't care, just sleeping in the wild was just enough to meet the dumplings, lest it really be turned into a tiger-skin cloak.

After all, after raising it for so long, the food is delicious and delicious in the Song family, and it can't be cheap to make a cloak.

After running for a day, the dumpling seemed tired and fell asleep beside Shen Yijia's legs.

Using the light of the bonfire, Shen Yijia took out the map she bought on the black market for fifty taels of silver and studied it.

The real map here is not for sale, and what can be bought is a simplified version that roughly marks the town.

Shen Yijia just wanted to use it to understand the distribution of towns, but it was enough.

After leaving Lizhou, the next larger town is Wushuang City.

"Are you sure that your master will pass through Wushuang City?" She would ask this because he found out that there is another way to go to Xunyang. If Song Jingchen chooses that way, then she won't even think about breaking Xiaohua's leg. To catch up with him, after all, they are not in the same place.

How should you answer this? He knew where the master was going, but he really didn't know which route he took, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, so he could only say: "If the master is in a hurry, he will definitely choose the nearest route."

Shen Yijia felt that it made sense after hearing it, and she didn't hold on to him any more, and she didn't catch up after two days.

She originally wanted to take a break and continue on her way, but Xiaohua was helpless and was so exhausted that she almost foamed at the mouth, so Shen Yijia could only temporarily change her mind.

She didn't have the heart to go hunting, so she put the steamed buns on the fire and roasted them with cold water.

In my heart, I secretly decided that when I find someone, I must beat him hard. Whoever asked him to leave his own, clearly agreed not to separate...

Shen Yijia's nose was suddenly a little sour. She hadn't seen Xianggong Mei for the third day, and she didn't know where he was.

She didn't know that, at the same moment, at the other end of the forest, Song Jingchen also looked up at the night sky, with a navy blue purse in his hand.

Nan Feng came out of the woods, holding a handful of grass in his hand, and seeing Song Jingchen in a daze again, he was not surprised at all.

As long as they were free for the past two or three days, Song Jingchen was holding that purse for some reason, and he had long since noticed it.

Nanfeng took a few steps forward and asked, "Master, I picked some moxibustion herbs. Can I help you bandage the wound?"

They were riding a good horse that was specially found by the shopkeeper Wang and could travel thousands of miles in a day. Normally, they had already entered the Peerless City.

They are still here now, because they have encountered no less than five assassinations in the past three days, so the trip has been delayed.

Both of them were injured more or less, but they were not so serious before.

Song Jingchen's other hand hanging by his side was still oozing blood until now, and the soil on the ground had been dyed a small piece of red.

Song Jingchen glanced at it and stretched out his hand for him to wrap it up.

After applying the good medicine, Nanfeng tore off a piece of cloth to help him bandage, and Song Jingchen suddenly said, "Tie a bow."

Nan Feng silently untied the knot and replaced it with a bow.

A big man with a bow tied on his arm, no matter how you look at it, it seems strange, but Song Jingchen doesn't seem to care: "Take care of your wounds and leave in half an hour."

"Yes."

Song Jingchen rubbed on the embroidered embroidery on the purse, leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes.

As soon as he left Anyang County, he continued to assassinate him, which can only mean that this was a bureau, and it was also aimed at Shangguan Han.

And the man behind this already knew that his legs were healed.

What Song Jing couldn't figure out was why he didn't send someone to kill him or inform Emperor Chong'an before, but he came out to obstruct him at this time.

If it was just to delay the time and stop him from saving Shangguan Han, it would not be the case, because those people showed no mercy at all, and they all came for his life.

What he couldn't figure out, in the border town of Wu State, the two of them almost quarreled because of this.

"Father, why did you send someone to assassinate Song Jingchen?" The person who spoke had a ghost-faced fang mask on his face, and he was a ghost-faced general he had seen before.

He clenched his fists, as if suppressing something.

The middle-aged man in black robe opposite him glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I just want to delay him for some time."

The ghost face sneered: "When did the dead men become so useless, and they need to be used since they have been delayed for an hour?"

The dead are always dispatched only to kill!

The middle-aged man's mind was broken, so he stopped hiding it, and said in a deep voice: "I said, if Song's legs have been bad, I can play whatever you want.

But now his legs are healed, such a dangerous person, we must get rid of it quickly. "

"Oh, if he is dead now, who will fight the Huns in Xunyang?" Ghostface asked.

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly and said: "You clearly know that everything I do is for you..."

"Father, I'm no longer a child. I know what I'm doing, and I've never forgotten what I promised you." The ghost face interrupted him and turned to leave.

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After a few days of driving, Shen Yijia was really exhausted. She slept without dreams until the sky was bright. She raised her hand to block the dazzling light, and put it down when her eyes got used to it.

Yaoji had already boiled water on the fire with a bamboo tube stand, and the two of them ate the steamed buns left over from yesterday to solve their breakfast.

Get on your horse and hit the road again. When he came out of the forest, Shen Yijia caught a glimpse of red on the ground from the corner of his eyes. Because Xiaohua ran too fast, it was only fleeting, and Shen Yijia didn't take it to heart.

By the time she arrived at Peerless City, three more days had passed, and the reason was that Xiaohua was finally tired.

Shen Yijia looked at Yaoji with a disheveled expression, and finally checked herself.

She was able to persevere entirely because of her special physique. Even if the inside of her legs were torn, she could recover after a night of rest.

Yaoji is shrewd among the nine people. No matter his physique or kung fu, he is the worst. It is normal that he can't persist.

Not to mention Xiaohua, it was originally an ordinary horse that was used to pull carts, but Shen Yijia used it as a thousand-mile horse, can it not fall down?

Shen Yijia couldn't, no matter how reluctant she was, she could only take a detour into a small town, and found an inn to rest for a day.

Therefore, the journey that originally only took one and a half days was delayed for three days.

As long as Shen Yijia thought that because of this delay, the distance between her and Song Jingchen was getting farther and farther, she would not be able to lift her spirits, and Yaoji would naturally lose a good face.

She wanted to be angry with Xiaohua, but she couldn't understand it either.

Yaoji just felt innocent, but he didn't dare to shout tired, obviously that little flower can't do it.

Just look at his lightning bolts.

Fortunately, Shen Yijia only struggled for two days, and after entering Wushuang City, she wanted to start, and she would definitely not be able to catch up.

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【We will meet soon, don't be afraid

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