The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Mo Yuan nodded, she was different from Yaoji and the others, Yaoji and Song Jingchen went out to work on a task from time to time.

The only thing she can do is to protect Miss, but Miss spends most of the time with her uncle. She promised not to follow, so she can only guard here every day.

Shen Yijia touched her chin, which means that no outsider has entered her room, so she can't just run out of her own clothes, right? Or is there someone here who can take things from the air like a big flower?

Thinking of this possibility, Shen Yijia was all excited. If there were more special people like her, then the beauty Xianggong wouldn't think she was a monster when she knew about it.

She wasn't the only one anyway.

On the Dragon Boat Festival, she originally wanted to say it, but after being interrupted, she couldn't bring up that courage anymore. After being known about her previous life, she would be arrested and studied. In this age of feudal thinking, she should be burned to death, right?

Shen Yijia has done a lot of bad things before, and she knows best that people who do bad things will not give up unless they achieve their goals, so she resolutely climbed onto the roof, preparing to stay on the sidelines.

Mo Yuan didn't know why she said it well, so her young lady went to climb the roof.

But because when she was just taken in, that person told her that if she wanted to stay by her side, she couldn't be curious and couldn't ask more questions. Therefore, she was accustomed to not be curious about these, but silently followed Shen Yijia to climb up.

When Song Jingchen returned to the yard, he saw a dark figure on the roof waving at him from a distance. He was stunned, what is this girl doing?

Seeing him approaching, Shen Yijia hurriedly gave Mo Yuan a wink, the beauty Xianggong is here, go away.

Mo Yuan: .

"Come down." Song Jingchen stood under the eaves and opened his hand to her.

Shen Yijia scratched her head and wanted to say no, but when she met Song Jingchen's unquestionable eyes, she could only jump down obediently.

"What are you doing up there?" Song Jingchen asked after putting her down and standing.

"Catch the little thief who stole my clothes."

Song Jingchen frowned: "Stealing clothes?"

Shen Yijia nodded hurriedly: "No, it's too hateful. Not only did he steal my clothes, but he also used my clothes to scare people with dead mice."

Seeing that Song Jingchen still didn't understand, Shen Yijia recounted what happened after she came back.

"Is that the shirt that was soaked with tea yesterday?" Song Jingchen grabbed her hand and asked.

She didn't understand why Beauty Xianggong was so excited, but Shen Yijia nodded: "It can't be wrong. It's the one that Mo Yuan recognized."

"Where is that shirt now?"

Shen Yijia scratched her head, was she lost by the mother-in-law?

She was about to say she didn't know, when a woman happened to walk in from outside the courtyard. Shen Yijia's eyes lit up, and she ran over to stop the woman: "Where did you just put the mouse here? Where did you lose it?"

The old woman was startled, and suddenly fell to her knees and pleaded guilty: "Madam, spare your life, Madam, spare your life."

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "I asked you where your clothes went? Who killed you?"

Do these people suffer from persecution delusions? She spared her life at every turn. If she really wanted someone's life, would she give them a chance to beg for mercy?

"Old slave, old slave." The old woman trembled and banged her head twice before saying, "Old slave saw that the clothes were only damaged by a mouse, so he thought that it could be worn by the daughters of the family, so I decided to make it up. I didn't lose my wife to spare my life, this old slave will never dare."

In a big family's house, as long as it's not something that the master gives you, everything else is considered theft. It is not uncommon to be beaten at light, or to be sold at worst.

Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen.

"Go get the clothes." Song Jingchen ordered in a deep voice.

The old woman was busy leaving, and came back with the dress in a short while. She was on duty tonight, thinking that she would wash and mend it and send it home tomorrow, so the dress was still the same as it was.

Song Jingchen took the shirt, and the place where it was bitten was indeed the sleeve stained with tea stains. Naturally, he would not think that someone was stealing the shirt to scare people with a mouse.

But tea stains can't attract mice.

He frowned and rubbed the tea stain with his hands, only to find that there was still a layer of oil stains on it, put the tip of his nose to sniff it, and there was a faint smell of chicken soup on it.

"Did the chicken soup spill out yesterday?" Song Jingchen looked at Shen Yijia and asked.

Shen Yijia thought about the scene where she collided with the little servant, she changed hands a little too fast to protect the chicken soup, and it was possible that it might spill out a little.

She said unsurely, "Yes, maybe."

She didn't want her words to fall when she saw Song Jingchen's pupils shrank, turned and ran towards the front yard.

"Xiang Gong." Shen Yijia was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him.

In the study room in the front yard, Shangguanhan thought about the words Song Jingchen said earlier, and a look of pain flashed on his face.

Why was he born in a royal family? Why would he be the son of that kind of person.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a young servant walked in with tea, glanced at the two untouched cups of tea on the table, raised his head and said respectfully: "My lord, the tea is cold, this servant will help you to change a cup. "

The servant put the two cups of cold tea back on the tray, put the new tea on Shangguanhan's right hand, and bowed before leaving.

Shangguan Han tiredly rubbed his temples, reached out to pick up the tea, and gently brushed the tea leaves floating on it with the lid of the bowl.

At this time, the door of the study was suddenly kicked open. Shangguan Han looked at the person who had left and returned. There was a tail behind the person. He asked in confusion, "Cousin? Why are you back? And sister-in-law, you guys"

Song Jingchen stared coldly at the teacup that was still on his lips, and took a few steps over to grab it.

Shen Yijia saw his actions, widened her eyes, and understood.

There is no thief, and there is no one who can take things from the air like a big flower.

It was obviously the smell of chicken soup on the clothes that attracted the starving mice. The mice bit the clothes outside, but they didn't think it was poisonous. They poisoned the mice, and then the smell attracted other mice.

But the two of them were fine after drinking the chicken soup, and the only thing that was poisonous was the tea.

This thought only flashed in her mind, and the next second she went up to pick up Shangguan Han and punched him in the abdomen. He directly beat Shangguan Han until his eyes turned white and spit out a mouthful of water.

This is because Shen Yijia took the strength to see that he was too weak.

Shen Yijia hammered two fists and saw that Shangguan Han couldn't spit out water, so he simply threw him to the ground, clasped his sash and turned him upside down, shaking up and down constantly, without forgetting to remind: "Quick, quick, spit it out. "

"Put" Shangguanhan was dizzy, his stomach still hurt, and he opened his mouth to say a word. Wow, I threw up all the overnight meals.

Shen Yijia was disgusted and relieved at the same time. In her previous life, those patients in the compound often ate indiscriminately. She saw that the doctors told them to spit it out and it was fine. Although the method was different, the result was the same.

Today is another day when I want a ticket. If I don't give it, I can only let Jiajia come out and punch you with a small fist (super fierce)

Thank you, Apple Goa~, let it be, naturally, the tip of the asteroid M1212, the refill.

Good night.