The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia brought people to the small kitchen, and the pheasant was really locked here.

She put down the porcelain cup, walked over and grabbed a pheasant and stuffed it into Mo Yuan's hands. Without a doubt, she said, "Go and stew it. You can eat it with the dumplings."

She's so smart, Sang-gong Mi's soup is saved.

Mo Yuan grabbed the pheasant's hand and froze: "My uncle said this is for Miss."

Shen Yijia choked, this dead brain.

She also didn't say that Mr. Mei Xianggong wouldn't care about such words, because she knew Mo Yuan too well, and this was the head of the cow.

So she tried to reason: "Did I not eat it in the morning? Did I save one? What I saved was my own.

What should I do with my own things? Is it my husband's decision or my decision? I want you to stew it now, isn't it okay? "

Mo Yuan nodded blankly: "Okay."

Very good, Shen Yijia breathed a sigh of relief, patted her on the shoulder, and looked like she was only responsible: "The food for the dumplings will be handed over to you."

Shen Yijia originally wanted to get an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, but when she thought of something, she simply didn't want the bowl.

Holding the porcelain cup and a spoon, he happily went to Song Jingchen.

Mo Yuan, who was stared at by the group, was left stunned in place.

The point is to whom does the pheasant belong? Shouldn't it be for whom?

Song Jingchen was in Shangguanhan's study when Shen Yijia asked a random servant.

Because the soup has been carried back and forth several times, Shen Yijia was afraid that the cold would affect the taste, and she didn't want anyone to lead the way, so she went straight to the study.

As a result, he collided with a boy who suddenly turned from a side road.

Shen Yijia quickly switched the soup cup to the other hand, so she didn't sprinkle the chicken soup.

But the little servant was not so lucky, and the tea he was holding was all overturned, and he even sprinkled himself.

Even Shen Yijia's sleeves were wet with the tea.

The boy was so frightened that he knelt down and pleaded guilty.

Shen Yijia frowned and continued to walk forward.

She was walking on the main road, and this person suddenly came out, so it was none of her business.

Shangguan Han was called back from the city wall by Song Jingchen.

Knowing that he had been blowing wind for a long time on the city wall in vain, he looked at Song Jingchen in disbelief.

He didn't believe that his cousin would forget about such an important matter. It must be because he said yesterday that his sister-in-law was too good to eat, so this man with a small stomach deliberately didn't say it.

But he didn't dare to question him, so he could only go around in circles in depression.

Song Jingchen sat on the side and slowly turned over the book in his hand, pretending he didn't see it.

The door to the study was wide open, and two people were sitting and spinning around in one place.

Shen Yijia saw such a strange scene at that time.

As soon as she stepped into the study with one foot, the person who had been looking down at the book looked up, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Why are you here?"

"Sister-in-law." Shangguan Han stood up straight for a second.

Shen Yijia touched her nose, thinking that she could share the same spoon with the beauty, but she forgot that there might be others in the study.

Shangguan Han had already seen the soup cup in Shen Yijia's hands with sharp eyes, and his eyes lit up and asked, "Sister-in-law, did you know that I didn't have a meal at noon, so you brought me soup specially?"

He could already smell the smell of chicken soup.

Before Shen Yijia could say no, Song Jingchen got up and walked over to her, took the soup cup and put it aside, looked at her sleeve and asked, "What's going on?"

"Hey, I accidentally spilled some tea, this, that..." Shen Yijia stared at the soup cup, and Shangguan Han had already run over to lift the lid.

Song Jingchen noticed her gaze and only found it funny.

So Shangguan Han watched as a hand stretched out beside him and took his flesh away, and took it away...

"Cousin!" Shangguan Han complained, looking at the person who was about to leave with the soup.

Shen Yijia supported her forehead: "There are pheasants in the small kitchen. You order someone to kill one and make soup."

Beauty Xiang Gong will not be so stingy.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips without refuting, holding the soup in one hand and Shen Yijia in the other: "Go back to the room and change your clothes first."

The two walked out a distance, and they could still hear Shangguan Han's commanding voice.

A cup of chicken soup went back to the bamboo courtyard after a few tossing, Shen Yijia changed her clothes and came out, Song Jingchen also had the soup warmed up and brought back.

There were also two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Shen Yijia:  …

Taking advantage of the soup, Shen Yijia told what she knew from Mo Yuan's mouth.

She felt that she still had to talk to the beauty for something she couldn't figure out, lest she be confused and cause trouble without knowing it.

When Song Jingchen heard about Mo Yuan for the first time, he sent a pigeon to check without going into the city, but so far no news has come back.

Now listen to Shen Yijia talking about this.

He frowned, and for some reason, the map and key suddenly came to his mind.

Shen Yijia preconceived that Mo Yuan had identified the wrong person, but Song Jingchen didn't think so.

It seems that after this matter is resolved, we should also go to Qilin Mountain.

"As long as she doesn't hurt you, it's fine to stay by your side for the time being." Song Jingchen said and put a chicken leg into Shen Yijia's bowl.

Shen Yijia nibbled on the chicken leg obediently and nodded in response.

The main reason is that they can't be driven away, unless the person Mo Yuan really wants to wait for shows up.

On the second day after Trodat summoned the generals to the camp, he simply and rudely poured out most of the army's medicine with a bowl of Zhuangxing wine.

Yesterday's temptation, Trodat already knew in general who were Mongito's people.

Therefore, it is not at all soft to start.

"Jorda, do you want to rebel?" Monte woke up to find himself strapped to a wooden shelf.

In addition to Stahl, there were five other generals who were tied together.

In front of them, Trodat surrounded them with the whole army, glaring at them one by one.

"Heh." Trodat sneered: "I think it's you and Mongido who rebelled."

When he finished speaking, the people behind him immediately gave way, and A Xun, dressed as the little Xiongnu prince, came out and stood beside Zhuoda.

Seeing Xun, Monte's pupils shrank: "You..."

"I'm not dead, are you disappointed?" A Xun's voice was as cold as ice.

The bound people only felt a chill spread to their hearts from the soles of their feet.

There was only one thought in my heart, it was over.

"Have you seen enough? Go back."

On the hillside not far from the Xiongnu camp, Song Jingchen reminded the people who were looking straight at the side with a dark face.

"Axun is too cute!" Shen Yijia exclaimed in amazement, Axun was already good-looking, and wearing a formal dress with a straight face was even cuter.

I really want to take it home.

Song Jingchen's face turned even darker. Now that he thinks back, he realizes that among the people that Shen Yijia picked up, whether it was the Lin Shao brothers and sisters, or Mo Yuan or A Xun.

They all have one thing in common, they are all good-looking people.

So this girl...

Thank you for being born, ending the curtain, simple happiness, and rewarding broken branches.

My dears, I'm sorry, I've been out of status for the past two days. I always feel dissatisfied when I write it. I delete, delete, and modify it. It may only be possible to update it twice for a while.