The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

The two were a little reluctant, but they let go.

Yantai hurriedly helped Shangguan Han up.

At this time, Zhuzi also came over, and saw that his son had messy hair, disheveled clothes, blue nose and swollen face, and he rushed over to help people while he was complaining.

If that person knew that his precious grandson was beaten like this, he would feel suffocated just thinking about it.

He was busy pressing his own hands with his idle hands to prevent himself from fainting.

Song Jingchen walked in with a cold face and sat down at the top: "Let's talk about it, what's going on?"

After the fight, Shangguan Han's anger disappeared. At first, he was going to kill himself. How dare he say that?

Qian Youde also felt that it was a bit embarrassing to be beaten like this by his own child, so he kept his mouth shut.

Song Jingchen looked at Yantai: "Tell me!"

Yantai looked at his prince, and then at Qian Youde, he knelt down with a thud of his teeth, and explained the cause and the result like a bean in a bamboo tube.

Including what he said to Shangguanhan after he came back, but Qian Youde didn't dare to say anything about the queen, he just took it vaguely.

But it also made Song Jingchen understand.

He glanced at Qian Youde, wondering if it was an illusion.

He always felt that Qian Youde deliberately said that to annoy Shangguan Han, divert his anger, and prevent him from killing people.

Qian Youde touched his nose in a guilty conscience and moved behind Shen Yijia.

Song Jingchen didn't look at him anymore, he turned to look at Shangguan Han and said solemnly, "Come with me."

Shangguan Han: Why did he carry the fault of two people alone?

In the study, Shangguan Han lowered his head and did not dare to make a sound, only to feel that the atmosphere around him was so oppressive that he was almost out of breath.

Song Jingchen sneered: "You want to kill the group of people surnamed Zhou?"

"Cousin, I..."

"And then? Let everyone in the world know that you have no king's law, and even the imperial court officials will kill you if they want to. If you are convicted of treason, let the imperial court have a reason to send troops to conquer you?"

Song Jingchen's words could not be described as unscrupulous, each word smashed into Shangguan Han's blood dripping with cold sweat on his forehead.

Yes, at that time, he was dazzled by his anger. If he really went to kill someone, he would have justified his crime and personally delivered the knife to those who wanted him to die.

"If you want to die, you can tell me earlier, and I don't have to travel thousands of miles to Xunyang to save you." Song Jingchen continued to say ruthlessly.

Shangguan Han lifted his robe and knelt down: "Cousin, I was wrong, you punish me."

Song Jingchen closed his eyes: "Do you still remember your identity?"

"Remember, remember."

"Then what are you doing now?" Song Jingchen asked coldly.

Shangguan Han: "You are my elder brother, the elder brother is like a father, you can kneel."

...

"Ouch, sister-in-law, take a look at it for me, am I out of shape? Is my beauty in prosperity gone?"

Qian Youde slumped on the chair and let the pillars help him with his hair, whimpering incessantly.

It's not because of pain and let the pillar lightly tap, it's because of worry about his appearance.

Shen Yijia took a serious look and nodded: "A little bit."

The corners of his mouth were cracked, his face was swollen, his eyes were blue, and he could hardly see.

"Ahhh! What should I do then?" Qian Youde jumped up exaggeratedly, circled around Shen Yijia twice, and said with a sad face, "You want to avenge me, I called you sister-in-law."

Shen Yijia tilted her head and frowned: "Or I'll beat him up for you."

Qian Youde nodded hurriedly.

"But Shangguan Han also called me sister-in-law. I can't favor one over another. I'd better beat you up for him first, and then go and beat him up for you." Shen Yijia bared her teeth with excitement on her face.

Both want to beat, beat two together, perfect.

Qian Youde's nodding motion froze, and he pulled the corner of his mouth to squeeze out a smile, but the wound was pulled, and the pain made him give up.

He could only speak dryly: "Hehe, sister-in-law, you really know how to joke, I'm just joking with the little Hanzi. There is no need for revenge for the competition between men."

Shen Yijia clenched her fists with a pity face: "Really?"

"Really, really." Qian Youde nodded his head, afraid that Shen Yijia's fist would be too late to greet him, he turned his head and instructed Zhuzi: "Why are you still stunned, didn't you see that your young master was injured? Hurry up. Help me go back to my room and get some medicine."

Zhuzi: I just said I would help you go back, but if you said no, you just wanted to sell yourself in front of the little lady.

On the side of the palace, Lord Zhou didn't know that he almost went to the gate of hell.

When they just sat down, butler Wan brought people to the tea and left, no one came to talk to them again.

From the end of the hour until the end of the hour, no one came to entertain them for two hours, even during the lunch hour.

Not even a charcoal pot was prepared in the flower hall, and the group was cold and hungry.

Lord Zhou sat there with a gloomy face, picked up the teacup and wanted to take a sip of tea, only to find that it was empty early.

He angrily put the tea cup away and turned to Eunuch Li, who was closing his eyes to recuperate.

Eunuch Li raised his eyelids, folded his hands in his sleeves, and said casually, "If the lord is not here, what can we do in our family. Besides, isn't it still Mr. Zhou, our family is just for fun."

"Hmph." Lord Zhou snorted coldly, glanced at Zhou Qing, the latter understood, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Where is the person, is there no one in this house?"

After a while, Butler Wan ran in panting: "I don't know what else your lord has ordered?"

Without Master Zhou speaking, Zhou Qing said arrogantly: "Have you seen my family's tea is gone? You don't know how to add tea. It's so cold in this room, go and add two charcoal pots."

Butler Wan was about to nod his head when he heard the stern expression behind him: "This, Lord Zhou doesn't know anything, our prince has been struggling since he came to Xunyang City.

In addition, the incident happened a few days ago, and the house is almost unable to open the pot now, and there is no money to buy charcoal fire, so..."

Want a charcoal basin for heating? No.

If you have to wait, then freeze it.

Zhou Qing wanted to say more, but was stopped by Master Zhou's look.

"It's been a few days since we arrived in Xunyang, can you send someone to inform the prince?" He seemed to be very talkative, as if he was not the one who insisted on entering the mansion with the imperial edict of Chong'an Emperor's appointment at the gate of the mansion.

Butler Wan didn't know why he asked like this, so he thoughtfully said: "Master Zhou also knows that there are not many others near Xunyang City, that is, Shan Duo.

We don't know where the lord fell, and we can't find anyone for a while, so we can only wait for the lord to come back. "

Lord Zhou didn't even pay attention to Eunuch Li next to Emperor Chong'an, let alone the housekeeper of a palace?

He sneered and said yin and yang strangely: "I think it's better for the housekeeper to send more people to look for it. It's been so long and he hasn't come back. It's not good if the prince encounters something unexpected."