The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Seeing Axun bowing her head sadly, she hurriedly comforted: "Okay, okay, I'm not thirsty, I don't need to drink water."

Yaoji secretly gave Mo Yuan a thumbs up where Shen Yijia couldn't see.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yuan usually looks like a wood, and she is quite witty when it comes to doing things. Can the young lady drink the water that the kid burns? Who knows if it will be drugged.

A Xun saw Yaoji's small movements in his eyes and gritted his teeth angrily.

"By the way, do you know who those people were just now?" Shen Yijia didn't notice the surging tide of the other three, she pulled the fire and suddenly raised her head to ask.

When she just fought, she found that these people's tricks were a bit strange.

Speaking of this, Yaoji glanced at Axun and spit out three words: "Huns."

Shen Yijia followed his line of sight and saw the tangled expression on A Xun's face, so she didn't ask any more questions.

In Xunyang City, the streets are in a mess, and ruins can be seen everywhere.

Because of the rain, the injured were all crowded under the eaves that could shelter from the rain.

Although the Huns were besieged, they harassed them from time to time every few days. They used catapults to throw stones into the city and then retreated, which made people hate it and helpless.

Anle Palace.

Pots of bloody water came out from the master bedroom, and several men in armor were anxiously waiting outside the door.

The door opened again, and an old man with a white beard came out first, followed by a man dressed as a housekeeper.

Several people rushed up to surround him.

"Doctor Fang, how is your lord?"

Doctor Fang helped his beard and said, "There is no serious problem. It is because of excessive blood loss that we need to rest. It is not appropriate to be disturbed for the time being. You generals, why don't you go back first."

Dr. Fang was brought by Shangguan Han from the capital, and he followed him all the time. Everyone was willing to give him a little face.

Hearing what he said, no one dared to clamor to go in, and they all told him to take good care of the prince and then left.

After the people left, Uncle Yang, dressed as a counselor in the palace, came out from the side. The man looked at him and nodded.

Uncle Yang breathed a sigh of relief. If something happened to King Anle, he really didn't know how to explain it to the eldest son.

Speaking of which, King Anle's injury this time was purely accidental.

Today, he went to the city to visit the wounded soldiers and returned home. He didn't want to walk halfway, and a house on the side of the road suddenly collapsed.

There was a child standing below, but he rushed to save himself but was in no hurry and was hit on the head by a piece of rubble.

What else did Uncle Yang want to ask, the man leaned into his ear and said three words, his pupils instantly dilated, and he looked at the closed door in disbelief

In the room, a young man was lying on the couch with a pale face. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

At this moment, he was staring at the man in black who suddenly appeared in the room.

After looking at it for a while, he closed his eyes and opened them again, and repeated several times before confirming that it was not his hallucination.

The pressure, guilt and panic he has endured for more than a year have flooded his heart like a tide, and his eyes slowly turned red: "Biao, cousin."

Song Jingchen didn't have the sadness of reuniting his brothers after a long absence. He directly blackened his face and reprimanded in a deep voice: "What kind of manner is it to cry and cry."

Shangguan Han Xiao Song Jingchen was three years old, born a month later than the fourth prince Shangguan Yao, ranked fifth among the princes, and just turned fifteen this year.

He was established as a prince at birth, not only has the mother of a middle palace queen, but also has the powerful Fuguo Gongfu as a foreign family.

As soon as he was born, he had something that others could not get in his entire life. He didn't need to work hard, and what he wanted would be given to him.

He always sees only the 'bright' side, so he has developed a naive and simple temperament.

After the accident, Song Jingchen asked Uncle Yang to always pay attention to Shangguanhan's situation. In addition to ensuring his life was safe, he did not allow Uncle Yang to intervene.

I just hope that after this time, Shangguan Han can grow up and understand that the 'light' he sees in his eyes is because his relatives keep the dark side behind him.

After all, it's too expensive to pay

It's good that the dragon robe and the letter are someone else's slander and blame, but if he can take more precautions and be more careful, he will not give others the opportunity to hurt others and end up harming himself.

Shangguan Han hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeves, and was so excited that he let out a smile: "Cousin, why are you here?"

Thinking of something, his eyes fell on Song Jingchen's leg, and he said in surprise, "Cousin, your leg."

Before leaving Beijing, he learned about the situation of the foreign family from other people's mouths. Unfortunately, at that time, his aunt's family left Beijing one step ahead of him.

In fact, he understands, what if he hasn't left Beijing yet? He can't even save himself, so what can he help them?

Song Jingchen was asked about his legs, his eyes softened for a moment, but in a flash he looked cold again, and he said succinctly: "I was lucky enough to meet a master before I was able to recover."

Seeing that he was so excited that he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, Song Jingchen sighed and asked dryly, "How's the injury?"

"It's okay, it's just a smash, and it'll be fine after two days of rest." Unexpectedly, his cousin would still care about him, Shangguan Han grinned.

Laughing and laughing, he suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and cried, "Cousin, why didn't you say it was me who died?

If I die, my grandfather and uncle will be fine, and my mother will not be reduced from a queen to a cold palace.

Am I not his son? Why is he so cruel, if he is not satisfied with me as the Crown Prince, I can not be the crown prince.

Even if I am demoted to a commoner, as long as my grandfather, uncle and mother are fine..."

After the accident, he couldn't believe any of the people around him, and he couldn't express the pain and guilt in his heart.

These emotions have been accumulating in my heart, until I see my relatives at this moment, I can no longer bear it.

There was a trace of sadness in Song Jingchen's eyes, and he quickly covered it up, but this time he didn't reprimand Shangguan Han like he did before.

After he had cried enough, he said, "Let me leave the matter of Xunyang to me. You can rest in your room these few days."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, walked to the door, and suddenly heard Shangguan Han's firm voice behind him: "Cousin, I will definitely avenge my grandfather and uncle, no matter who that person is."

Song Jingchen paused for a while, but did not turn his head or reply.

Palace Room.

Uncle Yang was pacing back and forth in the house, and the eldest son came in person, how could he not be excited.

Since sending a letter back into the sea, he has never dared to send a letter back.

Because King Anle was afraid that his life would be such a big thing, the eldest son could not have given any instructions.

In order to avoid the exposure of the private army, unless there is a major event, he will not pass on the letter.

The eldest son knows this, so there are only two possibilities for not replying. One is that the letter was blocked; the other is that something happened to the eldest son.

There should be no second letter of any kind.

One person jumped into the room from his half-opened window, Uncle Yang's thoughts were pulled back, he could see who was coming, and hurried over to close the window and fasten it.

Kneel down when you walk in front of the person.