The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

At this time, a crowd of people had gathered at the gate of the palace.

The inner three layers and the outer three layers surrounded the group of people who came back with food.

Shen Yijia jumped on the spot several times without seeing the people inside, and her eyes suddenly caught sight of the two majestic stone lions at the door.

She climbed up with both hands and feet, and when she stood on the head of the lion, she managed to see the most conspicuous person surrounded by the center.

The man wore a mask that only covered the upper half of his face, his lips pursed tightly because of the noise around him, showing impatience.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Just as these words flashed in Shen Yijia's mind, the man below looked over with emotion, and the two looked at each other.

Seeing him find herself, Shen Yijia couldn't help grinning.

Song Jingchen's mind seemed to explode like something, his heart was filled with a scorching heat wave, blood was rushing fast, he subconsciously took two steps forward and then stopped.

Without blinking, he looked at the smugly smiling person standing above the stone lion, for fear that this was just his own hallucination, and as usual, the person would disappear in the blink of an eye.

The crowd noticed his strangeness, and following his gaze, they saw a charming and quiet little girl standing high, her skirt fluttering in the wind, with a smile on her face.

Everyone fell silent in an instant, and involuntarily made way for Song Jingchen.

Shen Yijia looked at him with her eyes twinkling, she blinked, and called out sweetly: "Xianggong."

He opened his hand and rushed towards him.

Song Jingchen only regained his senses at this time, his body was faster than his mind and he rushed over to catch the lifeless man.

Holding the person in his arms, Song Jingchen felt a sense of authenticity in his heart.

His hands were tight and loose, as if he was afraid that someone would run away and hurt her.

"You..." Song Jingchen's voice was a little hoarse.

He wanted to ask why are you here?

Why are you obedient and wait for him to return at home?

But I don't know where to ask, and it is clear that she is happy to see her.

Originally, Shen Yijia obediently let him hold her, thinking of something, she hurriedly got down from his arms, and reached out to open his shirt.

Crowd: Huh, this woman is too sturdy.

Song Jingchen reacted helplessly and grabbed her messy little hand, and said softly, "I'm not injured."

"Really?" Shen Yijia raised her head and looked at him with suspicion.

Song Jingchen reached out and rubbed her little head, and said seriously, "Well, really."

"Okay." Shen Yijia responded, but when he was not prepared, he pulled out his hand.

She quickly touched the spot where Song Jingchen was injured in her dream, from the chest to the abdomen.

Seeing that Song Jingchen didn't frown, she felt relieved.

Crowd: Huh, does that work?

Without any worries, Shen Yijia jumped onto Song Jingchen with bright eyes.

His legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands were around his neck, his head was placed on his shoulders, and his whole body was hung on Song Jingchen's body, and he said with satisfaction, "I miss you so much."

Song Jingchen only felt that his heart was instantly filled with her words.

She missed herself without hearing him say that, Shen Yijia puffed her cheeks in dissatisfaction and asked, "Don't you miss me?"

"Think." Song Jingchen stretched out his hand and dragged her body, his voice was very soft, as if a gust of wind would blow away, but Shen Yijia could still hear it clearly.

She laughed until she showed two rows of big white teeth, and then muttered, "I'm so sleepy."

She hadn't slept well for many days in a row. Yesterday, she wanted to rest but didn't want to have a nightmare all night. She felt that the night she slept was more tiring than if she hadn't slept, and because she was worried that Song Jingchen's nerves had been tense.

Seeing someone at this moment, knowing that he was fine and uninjured, and nestled in this familiar embrace, she started to fight as soon as her body and mind relaxed her eyelids.

"Go to sleep." Song Jingchen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt faint pain.

He dragged her body with one hand and looped the other around her back, trying not to let her bear any force.

"Then I'll wake up to see you." Shen Yijia took the opportunity to make a request, and rubbed her little head against Song Jingchen's neck.

Song Jingchen replied dotingly: "Okay."

Hearing his promise, Shen Yijia closed her eyes with peace of mind, feeling as if she had forgotten something, and fell into a deep sleep before she could remember.

"Master" Nanfeng and the others saw two people hugging each other as soon as they came out. Song Jingchen's eyes stopped him as soon as the main character came out.

Under the strange eyes of everyone, Song Jingchen walked into the palace with Shen Yijia expressionlessly, his steps light and slow.

Because Uncle Yang didn't stay in Xiagou Village for a long time, when he left, there was still a bit of respect between the two of them. Of course, it was Song Jingchen's unilateralism.

Seeing his son like this now, he has a ghostly expression on his face.

Mo Yuan even wanted to keep up, but was stopped by Yaoji's arm.

My auntie, if you go up like this, my master will not forgive you lightly, and your lady will be unhappy.

Song Jingchen was so focused on the person in his arms at the moment that he couldn't notice the outside world at all. He felt that the person in his arms had lost a lot of weight compared to half a month ago, and his hands tightened.

He carried Shen Yijia straight back to the yard where he lived, carefully placed her on the couch, took off her shoes and coat with gentle movements, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

She tucked the quilt for her, and wrapped her whole body tightly, before reaching out and caressing Shen Yijia's obviously thin face, feeling distressed and helpless.

He never thought that there would be a day when his mind could be restrained by a woman.

Thinking of something, Song Jingchen glanced at Shen Yijia, leaned down, kissed her forehead gently, and then got up to open the door.

Shangguan Han knew that he was happy, and he had a yard arranged for him in the innermost area, and he also brought his own small kitchen.

When he found the small kitchen, there was only a woman in it. When he saw him coming, he quickly got up and saluted, Song Jingchen waved his hand to let her go down.

There was only a small bag of rice in the kitchen, and the food in the city was already in short supply, so Shangguan Han must have taken it out of his own share.

Song Jingchen rolled up his sleeves, scooped up some rice, washed it, put it in a pot and added water, and sat down behind the stove to make a fire.

When Shangguan Han followed Uncle Yang, he saw that he was filling the folded dead branches into the stove, and the air could still smell the fragrance of rice.

He looked at Song Jingchen's movements with a complicated expression, and it was hard to believe that this was the beautiful and beautiful cousin he knew.

"What's the matter?"

Song Jingchen's cold voice came, and Shangguan Han scratched his head and said, "It's okay, I heard that my sister-in-law is here. Thinking that I haven't seen it before, I want to come over and pay a visit."

Normally, he is the master of this palace, and guests should go to see him first.

He really thought so, as soon as Shen Yijia and his party entered the mansion, he received the news, and he specially asked someone to wash and change his clothes, just to make a good impression on this sister-in-law who had never met.