The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

For those soldiers who were drugged, it was like a dream. When they woke up and opened their eyes, all they saw were corpses, and the dead were the people who practiced with them on weekdays.

After knowing what happened, they were afraid for a while, and they almost never woke up again.

They are quite different in this point. The Luo family never thought about slaughtering these ordinary soldiers. They just wanted to control them. After Song Jingchen and a few generals were killed, they would understand them.

Simply put, it's brainwashing.

However, with such a misunderstanding, they would not feel that Song Jingchen was bloodthirsty and cruel, but instead remembered one more life-saving grace.

Overall a good thing.

Uncle Yang came back on the second day of the incident, and he brought back all the things in the secret room with someone.

Shen Yijia was not interested in these ancient books, and handed them all over to Song Jingchen.

And she didn't know the final fate of the Luo family.

However, when the Luo family did such ungrateful things, no one would sympathize with them.

Because Du Huaiyu leaked his mouth, Song Jingchen knew that Shen Yijia almost died on the top of the mountain, and directly grounded her.

Shen Yijia consciously felt guilty about the fact that she had promised to wait for him at home but ran out first, so she stayed at home obediently and did not dare to run around.

Of course, she can be so obedient. First, her menstrual period has not left, and secondly, the smell of blood was everywhere in the col, and she didn't want to go down the mountain.

But she was not idle at home. It was already in the deep mountains and rich in products. Mo Yuan would find time every day to go around to find some herbs, and Shen Yijia would follow along to deal with those herbs and learn some pharmacological knowledge.

It was not until Du Huaiyu came to visit her that she talked about the Luo family.

General Luo had been reluctant to tell the whereabouts of the money that he had coveted ink, but he somehow figured it out, but he wanted to use this to let Song Jingchen spare his second son's life.

Surprisingly, Song Jingchen agreed.

Several generals disagreed with this. If Luo Yongchang harbored resentment, what would he do if he exposed this place in order to avenge his father and brother.

But no matter how they tried, they could not convince Song Jingchen to change his mind.

Du Huaiyu would know this because he overheard his father and brother talking about it.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips, the Beauty Xiang Guild must think that Luo Yongchang is not a threat by doing this.

This is indeed the case. The day before the banquet, Luo Yongchang actually went to Song Jingchen. He was not trying to survive for himself, but he was too aware of his father's stubbornness and didn't want his father to make mistakes again and again.

He is also very aware of the consequences of the exposure, but the life of their family was originally given by Mrs. Song, and now it can be regarded as a return.

As for whether General Luo woke up and chose his second son, whom he had always been dissatisfied with, instead of choosing the eldest son or granddaughter, it is unknown.

"Young madam." Du Huaiyu suddenly shouted.

Shen Yijia raised her head from the medicine bowl and gave her a strange look, seeing that she didn't speak and continued to bury her head in the medicine.

She wears gloves specially sewed by Mo Yuan, and she wears a mask on her face. In her previous life, she had seen those old men in the research institute wearing them, and she made it after a brief description of Mo Yuan.

The reason for this was because she had a whim after the tickle powder, and she was mixing all the poisonous weeds that Mo Yuan had collected and dried into a powder.

If anyone who doesn't have long eyes provokes her again in the future, she will give her a goddess to scatter flowers.

Du Huaiyu struggled for a long time, thinking that the young lady would at least ask what was wrong, and she would say the following.

result……

She hesitated for a moment, thinking of what she was going to say, she blushed and stood up trying to get closer, but she was stopped by Shen Yijia with a loud shout.

"Just don't come in at the door, or I won't be responsible if something goes wrong."

Du Huaiyu:  …

The two of them, Shen Yijia sat on the stone bench in the yard, and Du Huaiyu sat at the gate of the yard.

The result of this distance and Shen Yijia's pounding voice was that it was impossible for Du Huaiyu to speak in a low voice.

But she finally mustered up the courage, she was afraid that if she didn't ask today, she would not be able to ask.

Thinking that the young lady said that she is the only one at home today, and that no one usually comes here, she took a deep breath and called again: "The young lady."

Shen Yijia looked up at her inexplicably.

Du Huaiyu blushed: "That, just, is Nan Feng getting married?"

The reason is that the women in this col are bolder than those outside, but she is still a little embarrassed to ask this.

Nanfeng is the eldest son's person, she can't ask the eldest son this kind of question, she can only ask the young lady.

Shen Yijia moved her hand for a while, raised her head, and blinked her eyes. Did Du Huaiyu take a fancy to Nanfeng? Why didn't she know when the two met? Every time Du Huaiyu came, Nanfeng was not there.

After waiting for a while before Shen Yijia could answer, Du Huaiyu was inexplicably nervous.

The first time she saw Nanfeng was when Song Jingchen asked Nanfeng to go to the village to inform women that she could join the army.

She also led people around the village, and at that time, she only felt that Nanfeng was different from those rough men she had seen since childhood.

Later in the military camp, he could always be seen going in and out with the eldest son.

"No." Shen Yijia's eyes flashed, she didn't think there was anything wrong with Du Huaiyu asking this...

Du Huaiyu was overjoyed, and it showed on her face. She started talking, and then she could talk more. She asked again, "Then does he have someone he likes?"

Shen Yijia thought about it, she really didn't know this, she looked behind Du Huaiyu: "Nanfeng, do you have someone you like?"

Du Huaiyu's eyes widened, and she turned around blankly, only to see Nanfeng standing not far behind her.

She blushed.

Nanfeng, who was just about to leave quietly: Mrs. Young, do you know that it will be embarrassing for you to do this.

However, in the face of Shen Yijia's question, he didn't dare not answer, so he could only lower his head: "No."

After thinking about it, he added: "I have no plans to marry for the time being."

Shen Yijia directly ignored his last sentence, turned to Du Huaiyu and said, "He said no, it means you still have a chance."

Du Huaiyu was a little uncomfortable when she heard Nan Feng's last words. Isn't this indirectly rejecting her?

But Shen Yijia's words rekindled hope in her heart, and she looked at Nanfeng with bright eyes, as if asking if there was any?

Nan Feng only felt his scalp tingling, what happened to all the women now?

Shen Yijia waved her hand and looked reasonable: "The two of you can talk by yourself."

Nan Feng was silent for a while, and then cupped his hands again: "Master, let your subordinates come back and tell the young lady, he may be busy late today, so that the young lady does not have to wait for him to come back for dinner, and rest early."

Shen Yijia's face collapsed, and she waved: "I know, I know."

Since the Beauty Xianggong asked her if she could use the bows and crossbows she taught in the army, and she said yes, the Beauty Xianggong has been busy.

Don't guess she knows what he's up to.

Shen Yijia was mourned for a while, her eyes flashed slightly when she thought of something, and she grinned.

Nanfeng completed the task given by Song Jingchen and turned to leave. Du Huaiyu struggled for a while and trotted to follow. Anyway, everyone already knew her thoughts, and there was nothing to be hypocritical.

Shen Yijia looked at the backs of the two of them, threw the pestle and followed secretly.

It's a pity that when Shen Yijia arrived, only Du Huaiyu was left standing there stupidly on the hillside, and he could still vaguely see Nanfeng's back which was getting farther and farther away.

Is it that fast? Is this done or not?

She was still debating whether to go over and ask, but Du Huaiyu found her first.

"Thank you young lady." Du Huaiyu smiled at Shen Yijia, and two small dimples appeared on her round face.

Shen Yijia: "It's done?"

Du Huaiyu was depressed: "No."

Just now she followed Nan Feng out, and before she could speak, Nan Feng spoke up first.

"There are many good men in this world. Miss Du doesn't have to waste her time on me. I have no plans to marry."

After saying this, he left without giving her a chance to speak.

Shen Yijia was a little regretful, and comforted: "There is no grass anywhere in the world, don't be sad, I will introduce you to a better one when I have the opportunity."

There are nine mahjongs, and there are 30,000 people who like them, aren't there other seven?

Unexpectedly, Du Huaiyu shook his head and said firmly, "I won't give up."

Shen Yijia gave a thumbs up: "Come on, if you want, I can ask Mo Yuan to give you two packs of medicine."

After reading so many books, of course she will not foolishly think that drugs are enough...

Du Huaiyu did not expect that the woman who came out of the capital was bolder than her, blushed, and hesitantly said: "Yes, if there is a need, I, I will ask the young lady for help."

...

Mo Yuan came back from collecting herbs.

Mo Yuan saw that all the poisonous weeds she was going to use to make medicine made Shen Yijia disappear.

Mo Yuan:  …

Shen Yijia rarely saw a different expression on her face.

She touched her nose, inexplicably feeling a sense of accomplishment.

When Song Jingchen came back, he saw that the courtyard in the middle of the mountain was pitch-dark from a distance, almost blending into the night.

He frowned, and usually even if Shen Yijia fell asleep first, he would leave lights at the gate of the courtyard and in the house.

Thinking of the Luo family who had just been dealt with by him, his heart skipped a beat, his steps quickened, and Nan Feng and San Wan hurriedly followed.

There was no one in the yard, not even the dumplings who usually lay at the gate.

Song Jingchen rushed into the main room, even if the lights were not lit, he knew that there was no one in the room.

But he still lit the oil lamp on the table.

Sure enough, the quilt on the bed was neatly stacked there, but the person who was supposed to sleep on it didn't know where to go.

"Master, there is no one in Mo Yuan's room." Thirty thousand replied.

Nan Feng also ran over at this time. He looked at the kitchen and even his own room, and the result was obvious.

Song Jingchen frowned, and was about to instruct Nanfeng to go down the mountain to ask someone to find him, when a sharp arrow stuck firmly at the door of the main house with the sound of breaking the air.

Song Jingchen stepped out of the yard and saw a figure rushing into the forest quickly.

"Master, there is a note here." Nan Feng chased after the arrow, took off the note nailed to the tip of the arrow and handed it over.

Song Jingchen was about to go after the person for a while, then took the note and opened it.

"If you want to save your wife, come to Peach Blossom Cliff."

Peach Blossom Cliff was the place where Luo Yunying and the others took Shen Yijia before.

Song Jingchen's hand tightened while holding the note, the trace in his heart that Shen Yijia was a fluke and ran out to play by himself disappeared, so he went to Peach Blossom Cliff without thinking.

His speed was too fast, and Nan Feng and San Wan couldn't keep up with their strength. Fortunately, both of them caught a glimpse of the contents of the note.

Peach Blossom Cliff.

...

The Luo family, including the soldiers who followed, have all been executed, and it is not impossible that there will be fish that slip through the net.

Or Luo Yongchang regretted after his father, brother and relatives died and wanted to avenge them.

Although Shen Yijia has good skills, she is too stupid. As long as someone uses him as bait, that silly girl will be fooled.

It is also possible that the person who started it took medicine...

Along the way, Song Jingchen thought a lot, not only worried that the person who started him would torture Shen Yijia, but also worried that he would be late.

As long as he thinks of this, the tyranny in his heart can't be suppressed.

But when he saw the scene above Peach Blossom Cliff as far as he could see, he was stunned for a moment, and released his clenched fist.

Song Jingchen slowed down, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked up step by step.

He already knew about whose handwriting it was.

The Peach Blossom Cliff, which was supposed to be pitch-dark, was now as bright as day. Under each peach tree, there was a lamp covered with oil paper to illuminate the world.

There are still notes hanging on the peach trees, white notes fluttering in the wind.

To be honest, this situation is a bit intimidating.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips, stretched out his hand and pinched the first note, the handwriting on it should not be too familiar to him.

"Three thousand in the floating world, I have three loves, the sun and the moon and the lord, the sun is the morning, the moon is the twilight, and the lord is the morning and the evening."

Song Jingchen's heart moved slightly, but his expression did not change in the slightest.

He continued to move forward, and took advantage of the opportunity to pinch the second one.

"I only hope that your heart is like mine, and I will live up to my love."

The third.

"Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is bitter, the long-term lovesickness is long, and the short lovesickness is infinite."

Fourth.

"There is a beautiful woman, and you will never forget it. If you don't see her for a day, you will think like crazy."

Fifth, sixth, seventh...

When he read the last note, an unexpected person suddenly jumped out from the side.

"I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised." Shen Yijia's eyes shone brightly, standing there smiling brightly, obviously very satisfied with her masterpiece.

Song Jingchen turned around, his eyes were fixed on her, and he didn't speak. The girl was standing under the peach blossom tree in a pink dress, and a few peach blossom petals fell from her head without knowing it.

Shen Yijia tilted her head, according to what was written in the script, at this time, shouldn't the beauty husband run over to pick him up and circle around, then confess affectionately, and finally kiss under the moon?

But the beauty of Xianggong doesn't seem to be moved by himself?

As soon as she finished thinking like this, she saw Song Jingchen walking towards her with an expressionless face, Shen Yijia grinned, and opened her hands to wait for him to hug.

Song Jingchen hugged her waist as Shen Yijia wished, and sneered.

Then--

"Clap clap clap."

The slap was especially loud on a night like this.

Shen Yijia covered her buttocks in disbelief and jumped back: "Why beat me?"

The three people who were stopped by Mo Yuan to watch the play in the dark: Yes, why did the master (uncle) beat the young lady (miss), isn't it very romantic?

Group: ...?

Song Jingchen glanced at the direction where several people were, and coldly spit out three words: "Go down the mountain."

There was a rustling of leaves, and the three of them and one tiger silently left with this question.

In the end, I came to a conclusion: I don't understand the style.

Song Jingchen then looked at Shen Yijia and raised his eyebrows: "Do you think you shouldn't fight?"

Shen Yijia said confidently, "Of course I shouldn't fight."

In order to prepare for this surprise, she specially asked Mo Yuan to go to the village to buy a lot of oil paper to make lampshades, and also copied so many love poems.

She works very hard, okay?

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Thank you Wanjie, Tiansheng, ying from the north and the south, aloe vera, playing the piano indiscriminately, giving a blank reward,