The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

With what happened yesterday, Song Jingchen deliberately waited for Shen Yijia to wake up the next day before taking her to the military camp with her.

When passing by the school grounds, while practicing there, Shen Yijia directly met Luo Yunying, who was standing in the back row.

Shen Yijia paused, blinked, showed her a sweet smile, clenched her fist and gestured at her twice.

Luo Yunying was so angry that Luo Yunying's hand holding the spear clenched tightly, her fingertips turned white, but she could only watch the person she was thinking about brought the little bastard into the camp.

"Pfft, the young lady looks so good-looking, no wonder the eldest son takes it wherever he goes, some people, don't be delusional."

At this time, there was a voice of schadenfreude coming from the side. The two had pointed to Maimang for so many years, and Luo Yunying didn't need to turn his head to know who it was.

Resisting the urge to stab the spear, she reprimanded in a low voice, "Du Huaiyu, you don't have to spit."

A little girl with a round face standing next to her rolled her eyes, she really took everyone for a fool, who didn't know her thoughts, dared not admit it, cowardly.

Shen Yijia froze all the way, and was dumbfounded when Song Jingchen put a pile of account books in front of her.

"What, what is this for?" Shen Yijia pretended to be stupid and asked innocently.

Song Jingchen glanced at her and sighed: "The Luo family has always been in charge of the purchase before, and you know, the Luo family can't be trusted anymore, buying such a big piece of fat."

"You mean they're very likely to be greedy for ink?" Shen Yijia's eyes widened, but she knew that so many people here were supported by the Song family, and even if something happened to the Song family, those shops were still running. .

Eat the Song family, drink the Song family, the life is also saved by the Song family, and as a result, they are still calculating the younger generation of the Song family everywhere.

Shen Yijia really wanted to ask her grandfather, who she had never met before, to save such a wicked family, how could his coffin board still hold it down?

Song Jingchen nodded: "So these account books need to be checked again, if any evidence can be found."

He paused again, Shen Yijia didn't find the problem, clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, took his words directly, and said in a high voice: "You can bring them to justice."

Song Jingchen: "Yes."

After speaking, he picked up an account book and spread it out in front of Shen Yijia.

Shen Yijia paused and tilted her head: "So?"

"There are too many account books and I can't handle it alone, but I'm not at ease with others." Song Jingchen's eyelashes drooped, and his lips pursed.

Shen Yijia: Who is this look for?

She puffed out her cheeks: "It's okay, no more."

Before she could say Mo Yuan's name, she saw that the tent curtain was pulled open, and San Wan and Nan Feng came in carrying two large wooden boxes stacked on top of each other.

Open it up, good guy, it's all account books.

Immediately afterward, a few more soldiers came in with three bookcases. It's alright, Mo Yuan, 30,000, and Nan Feng didn't drop a single one.

Facing Song Jingchen's face, Shen Yijia twitched the corners of her mouth: "Isn't there still me?"

Song Jingchen held back his laughter, took her hand and squeezed: "Then it's a lucky lady."

Shen Yijia was dizzy: "Unfortunately, unhappy, unhappy, trivial."

Song Jingchen's foolishness caused Shen Yijia to follow the three-day ledger.

In the past three days, Song Jingchen didn't care about anything except the reconciliation book, and all matters were still handed over to the other five people. Seeing that nothing had changed, Old General Luo was always uneasy.

Song Jingchen didn't say anything until he sent the account book back three days later, and he was relieved.

"It seems that the eldest son didn't see anything from the account book, Dad, don't worry." Luo Yongsheng comforted.

General Luo sighed: "I always feel uneasy in my heart, I thought that the old man is gone, we can take everyone out of the mountain with this east wind, and directly turn against the dog emperor, then our Luo family can not only return to Chaotang can also take revenge for your mother and sister, and for our Luo family of 105 people.

But I don't want the eldest son to send someone surnamed Yang to try to obstruct it. If it weren't for this, why would we be paying attention to setting up a separate portal? "

Whether it is fighting or recruiting troops, you need money. Where does the money come from? Naturally, it can only be done from the purchase.

As for the people and horses, he is not worried. Since Emperor Chong'an came to the throne, he has been ignorant. The people have long been full of voices and complaints, and if there is the reputation of Song Laozi before his death, he only needs to avenge the death of Song Laotai in vain for him. Name, not afraid that no one will come to seek refuge.

From his point of view, the Song family is stupid. For the sake of the common people in the world, they have even forgotten their family feud. If Song Jingchen is willing to work with him, how can he not respect him as the master? Not so much now.

"Those people don't want to listen to Dad, it's just because of the eldest son, no one would really want to live in this kind of place all his life, and there is no man who doesn't want to make a fortune, have a high official and a high salary, and change his family." Luo Yongsheng said in a low voice.

"what do you mean?"

"If they lack a reason, let's give them a reason. If there is a stone in the way, we will help them move it away."

General Luo's eyes narrowed, his words were different, and they did not conspire. Even if the Song family couldn't stand on the same line with him, don't blame him for being cruel.

After being arrested and working as a coolie for three days, Shen Yijia refused to go to the barracks again, Song Jingchen did not force her, rubbed her head and told her: "Be careful yourself, no matter where you go, remember to let Tuanzi and Mo Yuan go. Follow."

Shen Yijia nodded obediently, waited for Song Jingchen to leave, covered the quilt, and continued to sleep late.

In order to reconcile those accounts quickly, she didn't dare to sleep too late these days.

This sleep, she was woken up by the sound of talking from the yard.

"Mo Yuan, I know you're angry, but you can't kill someone just because those people gossip about the young lady. We should report this to the master first, and the master will definitely stand up for the young lady. Taking a concubine must also be approved by the master himself!"

This is thirty thousand voices.

Hearing her mention, Shen Yijia opened her eyes and wanted to listen carefully, but there was only the sound of ping ping pong pong, even if there was talking, it was covered up.

She blinked, this is, fighting?

This small yard was not beaten by them, and Shen Yijia got busy getting dressed.

When I opened the door, I saw that Mo Yuan and San Wan were fighting fiercely.

Well, it was Mo Yuan who was chasing 30,000 dozen, and the latter kept hiding, and he tripped over a lot of things in the yard.

"Stop." Shen Yijia shouted loudly, and at the same time there was a "bang" sound.

Mo Yuan kicked the water tank full of water in a corner of the yard, and the water inside was rushing out, and soon the small yard was wet.

Looking at the broken tank so close at hand, 30,000 patted his chest in fear.

Shen Yijia:

If she comes out later, are these two going to demolish the yard?

"Tell me, what's going on?"