The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Wait until Shangguan Han almost vomited.

Shen Yijia took him a few steps aside and put him down in a clean place.

Shangguan Han, let alone stand firm, lost his strength to sit, and slumped to the ground without any image.

The first time he saw Shen Yijia, he knew that she didn't like him, but he didn't expect that she would pack herself up so blatantly. Didn't you almost give a greeting? He also gave him a pheasant stew.

Now, what kind of resentment is there?

Shen Yijia saw that although he didn't speak, but his eyes were still rolling, he knew that Shangguan Han was fine. Turning to look at Song Jingchen, he asked for praise.

Song Jingchen received her gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched, he clenched his fist to his lips, and said helplessly: "Cough, the tea is not poisonous. Besides, he didn't drink it."

In fact, if he wanted to stop him just now, he could still stop him, but what the little daughter-in-law wanted to do would never kill anyone, so let Shangguan Hansong relax his muscles and bones.

Shen Yijia was startled, stunned for a long time and turned to look at Shangguan Han, only to see him looking at her resentfully.

She touched her nose, swooped behind Song Jingchen, stuck out a small head and glanced at Shangguanhan's tragic appearance, reached out and poked Song Jingchen's back: "Xiang Gong, tell him."

Song Jingchen held back his laughter, opened his mouth to tell the story, turned his eyes to Shangguanhan's face, and swallowed the explanation in his mouth immediately.

"It's okay, we'll go back." He said with a cold face, picked up the cup of tea on the table, pulled Shen Yijia and left.

Although he had just tried the silver needle to be non-toxic, he should take it away just in case.

Shangguan Han: You came here just to beat me up? Sister-in-law is terrible.

After the two passed the second gate, one person walked out of the darkness and hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.

"Xiang Gong, he's gone." At the second gate, Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen with bright eyes, and lowered her voice to remind.

Song Jingchen rubbed her head and pulled her to follow silently.

The man went straight out of the mansion, walked around the street to the back door of the mansion, stood at the entrance of the mansion and looked back to see that no one came to knock on the door.

After a while, the door opened. A woman stuck her head out, saw him, and immediately lowered her face: "I said why you came back so late, be careful that the masters know about it, so that you can't eat and walk around."

The little servant flattered and stuffed a silver chip in the past: "Mother Chen, if you are good, just spare me for a while."

Madam Chen flipped the money, and then opened the door to let him in. She didn't forget to remind: "Next time, don't think about me opening the door."

That little boy should be.

There is a big tree not far from the back door of the palace. Shen Yijia stood behind the tree and watched him enter the palace. She looked back at the person beside her and asked, "What's written on it?"

Song Jingchen directly handed the note to her, with two ugly words on it, "Missed".

"You lied." Shen Yijia said suddenly.

Song Jingchen: "What?"

"You also said that you will never find someone with a uglier handwriting than me, don't you think there is one here?" Shen Yijia felt that her handwriting was very beautiful compared to the above.

Song Jingchen chuckled lightly, that's all.

Putting the note back to its original position, the two of them didn't go to the main entrance, but went directly over the wall, only to see the little servant returning to the room to rest before heading towards the bamboo courtyard.

"Xianggong, why don't you arrest him?" Shen Yijia felt that it was too much trouble, couldn't he just kill him?

Song Jingchen saw what she was thinking, and said helplessly, "Put a long line to catch a big fish."

Zhuyuan, Yaoji, Mo Yuan, and Tuanzi were all waiting at the door, and they hurriedly greeted them when they came back.

Song Jingchen nodded and motioned for them to follow. When they entered the flower hall, there was no one around. Song Jingchen instructed Yaoji to guard at the back door.

Turning to look at Mo Yuan: "Go and stare at that little servant."

Mo Yuan just looked at Shen Yijia without saying a word.

Shen Yijia helped her forehead: "Xianggong means what I mean, and you'll be fine if you stay here all day."

It is better to have something to do than to guard a broken yard every day.

Mo Yuan: "Yes."

After the two left, Danzi wagged his tail to remind them that he still had it.

Shen Yijia was silent: "Mo Yuan is not here, I will leave the yard guarding work to you in the future."

Danko: Why do you want it to be a janitor again?

Originally, Song Jingchen thought that someone with ulterior motives would be able to find out other people with ulterior motives in the city, but he didn't want Mo Yuan to come to report the next day before dawn, that the little servant was dead.

Song Jingchen's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "Have you seen the person who shot?"

Mo Yuan: "No, he died after eating Wangyousan."

Shen Yijia said curiously, "Wangyou San? Is it poison?"

It's a nice name.

"If you have a lot of troubles, you can only forget your worries.

This is a kind of secret medicine circulated among the nobles of the previous dynasties. It is generally used for people who are plagued by diseases. After taking it, they will pass away peacefully in their sleep two hours later. It is also called An Le San.

Later, because too many people used it to kill people, it was listed as a banned drug. In this dynasty, it has long since ceased to exist. How did you learn about this medicine? "Song Jingchen's sharp eyes swept towards Mo Yuan.

He would know that it was because he mentioned a few words in an ancient book, and he only knew that there was such a medicine, but Mo Yuan just wanted to know that he not only knew but also confirmed it.

Mo Yuan resisted the urge to kneel, bowed her head and said, "I used to learn."

"That lady of yours taught you again?" Shen Yijia knew that the poison was not easy as soon as she heard what Song Jingchen said, and she was even more curious about the lady Mo Yuan spoke of.

"Yes."

"Then can you detoxify this poison?" Song Jingchen asked.

Mo Yuan glanced at Shen Yijia and shook her head: "No."

Shen Yijia's heart froze when she was seen, and the feeling that Mo Yuan would be trouble if she stayed by her side became stronger and stronger.

Song Jingchen naturally didn't ignore this detail, he reached out and grabbed Shen Yijia's hand and pulled her behind him, looking at Mo Yuan's eyes full of murderous intent.

Mo Yuan suddenly knelt down with a plop: "Mo Yuan will never hurt Miss in this life."

Shen Yijia felt a little guilty, but in fact she had just thought of killing Mo Yuan, she gently tugged Song Jingchen's sleeve.

Song Jingchen closed his eyes, held Shen Yijia's hand tightly, and when he opened his eyes again, the coldness of the past was restored: "Can you speak up about the death of the little servant?"

"No, after I confirm it, I will come back and report to the master." Others thought that Wang You San could make people die silently, but it was not the case.

After taking Wangyousan, there will be a delicate fragrance in the body within a cup of tea, and it is because of this fragrance that she realizes that she should not go in and check.

"Then don't stretch, and you don't have to stand there."

Mo Yuan: "Yes."

After Mo Yuan left, Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen uneasily: "Master, I."

Song Jingchen pulled her into his arms: "Don't worry, I won't let anyone hurt you."