The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

In the front yard, two extraordinary-looking men sat opposite each other, and there was a chessboard on the stone table.

Song Jingchen didn't take anyone to the study or the main hall because it had not been cleaned up.

Take it to the backyard? I don't want to!

Even the stone table and bench were temporarily wiped by Yaoji.

There is no sunshade next to it, so you can imagine how hot it is, but the two of them couldn't feel it, and they focused on the chessboard.

This is very hard for Yaoji, who is on the side. His face is flushed from the sun, and he suspects that he will turn into a roast chicken if the sun goes on.

When Shangguan Yu saw Song Jingchen, he only smiled and said one sentence: "Talk about a game with your hands?"

As if guessing that he has nothing here, so he came with chess.

Then the two sat down in the yard, and now almost half an hour has passed, and no one has said a word again.

With a click, Song Jingchen's slender fingers fell with a black spot between them.

Shangguan Yu paused, threw the white stone in his hand back to the chess bowl, and shook his head: "It's really hard to win your game."

Song Jingchen: "It's not that I haven't won."

The two used to play chess together from time to time, and it was half a day at a time, and the winners and losers were equally divided.

"Yeah, I was able to win in the past because I could guess how many ways you would go. Now I really don't understand it. If I want to win in the future, it will be difficult." Shangguan Yu sighed with a smile.

Immediately thinking of something, the smile on his face disappeared, and he waved Lian Shan, who was also blushing from the sun, to retreat.

This is the meaning of talking to Song Jingchen alone.

Lian Shan left, but Yaoji didn't move. He looked at his master.

After Song Jingchen nodded slightly, he walked down the corridor. He couldn't hear the two of them talking, but he could see their actions.

He fixedly looked at the two people in the yard, as if he was afraid that his master would suffer.

Lian Shan rolled his eyes, he was nervous even if he was nervous, right?

There is no one in the capital who doesn't know Song Gongzi's skills, but his prince is a man who only knows the language and ink, and has no power to tie the chicken.

"Actually, I never thought you would come back." Shangguan Yu looked at Song Jingchen seriously.

Song Jingchen played with a chess piece in his hand, and when he heard this, he hooked the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect that I would come back in this way."

Unexpected is just the way back, not not.

The abduction and sale of girls in Xunyang City gave him an opportunity, otherwise he would not have let Emperor Chong'an know that his legs were healed so quickly.

This is why there is an arrangement where Xifeng pretends to be the person he intends to hide from the people sent by Emperor Chong'an.

Shangguan Yu didn't seem to understand what he was saying, and there was a look of worry on his face: "I'm just worried about the father..."

Halfway through his words, he didn't say any more: "Forget it, just come back."

He looked at Lian Shan, who immediately ran out knowingly, and returned with a wine jar in his arms after a while.

The chessboard was put away, and a jar of wine was placed on the stone table.

Shangguan Yu pushed the wine jar between the two and tapped on the table with his fingers curled up: "I haven't congratulated you on your recovery yet, but I don't know if you've written a letter to tell me, it made me worry for so long.

Today I brought your favorite general drunk, you have to accompany me for a drink. "

Song Jingchen nodded: "Okay."

He actually doesn't like drinking, but when he was young and ambitious, he always felt that adding good wine was the only thing.

It just so happened that Shangguan Han secretly ran out of the palace and brought a jar of drunken generals to find him. When he heard the name of the wine, he felt that it was a good match for him.

So from then on, he only got drunk with the general, not to mention that other people thought the same as Shangguan Yu, and even he himself almost thought he liked this wine.

Because of him, General Drunk changed from a little-known wine to a target of mad grabs.

Shangguan Yu obviously also thought of the influence of the person in front of him on the general's drunkenness, and said with a smile: "It's not easy to buy this jar now."

When the seal on the wine jar was lifted, a strong aroma of wine wafted out.

Shangguan Yuxian took a sip before handing the wine jar to Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen took it and raised his head and took a sip, looking much more heroic than Shangguan Yu's actions.

Even Yaoji could see that his master was in a very good mood today, and the corners of his mouth were always slightly raised.

As for why?

Yaoji is sure that his master wasn't like this yesterday. It's not because he had a beautiful dream at night, so his mood improved, right?

In the backyard, Shen Yijia was squeaking together the bamboo leaves that had fallen on the ground in the yard, and prepared to bring them to the kitchen for a while, which could be used to start a fire.

The rest, including Brother Hao and Sister Huan, were not idle either, pulling the weeds and sweeping the floor.

Four of the five Banxia people slept here yesterday, and only Fuling went back to guard the shop.

More than a dozen people work together, and it's much quicker to clean up.

By the time Song Jingchen brought Yaoji in, the backyard had changed a lot.

He walked over to help Shen Yijia put the fallen leaves into the sack, and Shen Yijia moved her nose: "Did you drink?"

There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Song Jingchen nodded honestly: "Drink a little."

Shen Yijia puffed out her cheeks: "How did he know we live here?"

Because Shangguan Yu was good-looking, she still had a deep impression on him.

Song Jingchen hilariously stretched out his hand to help her remove a bamboo leaf from the top of her head, and then took out a Supa to help her wipe the sweat: "It's not a secret that we go to Beijing. Besides, it's impossible for no one to know that Emperor Chong'an rewarded the house."

"Oh, what is he here for?" Shen Yijia raised her face to facilitate his movements.

"I don't know." Song Jingchen curled the corners of his lips, and said, "It's strange if you don't come."

Yesterday, I ate the steamed buns all day, but I couldn't make do with it today. Shen Yijia asked Pinellia to pack a few dishes and come back.

After eating and resting for a while, until night fell, the house was finally tidy up, and the Banxia group returned to the wine shop.

Early the next morning, the family went to buy pots and pans and came back. The capital is no better than Xiagou Village. You can go up the mountain to chop firewood yourself, and you need to buy everything here.

And firewood is not cheap. A bundle of firewood is worth 20 copper plates. Shen Yijia had seen someone selling firewood in Anyang County and asked curiously. It only needs a bundle of ten copper plates, and it can be seen how high the price of the capital is.

There were a lot of people in the family, so Shen Yijia bought ten bundles and made an appointment for the vendor to deliver firewood to the house once every ten days.

In winter, I have to buy carbon, which is more expensive, and there are several types. Shen Yijia thinks about the money that needs to be spent at that time, and feels that making money is imminent.

I can't use carbon now, but I can use ice cubes. When I asked the price, Shen Yijia was stunned, and a piece of ice cost a tael of silver.

After the identification, it was something she couldn't use.

But when she turned her head and saw the longing expressions of Brother Hao, she gritted her teeth and spent one hundred taels of silver.

Shen Yijia comforted herself, money can be made, but it's not good if people are hot.

There are ice cellars at home. Put ice cubes directly into the ice cellar. When using, take out one piece and put it in a basin and put it in the room, which can cool down.

Shen Yijia estimated that using these sparingly should allow them to use them for half a month.

It will take at least a month or two for the temperature to drop, and it will take two hundred taels to use ice a month.

Make money, you must make money!

Song Jingchen saw her pain in his eyes and gave Shen Yijia two hundred taels of silver within two days.

"Where did you get this money?" Shen Yijia was surprised while holding the silver note. She was still worried about how to make money, but this person was making a fortune in silence.

Song Jingchen pursed his lips: "Autumn is coming soon, I made two book notes and sold them."

In fact, how can a general comment sell so much money, but who is he? Is he Song Shizi who can bring a wine to a priceless market, or Jie Yuan from the last autumn.

Even if he is nothing now, his knowledge is still there, which is even praised by the contemporary great Confucian Wang Yangming.

Song Jingchen didn't do anything else, just counted the time for the students to leave school, and went to the largest bookstore in the capital with two books.

He didn't show up at first, and let Yaoji take it in and sell it for ten taels of silver. The shopkeeper of the bookstore thought Yaoji was crazy and drove him out.

Then at the door of the bookstore, Yaoji angrily complained to Song Jingchen that the shopkeeper of the bookstore was blind, and the comments from his master were so rare.

The passing students looked at the two masters and servants with disdain after hearing his big words, and at this moment, someone recognized Song Jingchen.

One hundred and ten, the two books were sold for one hundred taels of silver after a lot of looting.

One copy was bought by the second son of the second room of Xuan Ping's house, that is, the cousin of the third prince Shangguan Heng, and the other copy went to the son of another minister's family.

A book is a hundred taels. People with no identity really can't afford it. Even if they can afford it, it depends on whether their father's official is big or not.

Not to mention how the shopkeeper of the bookstore felt regretful after he found out.

As soon as Luo Siyuan from Uncle Xuanping got the book, he went home non-stop to find his cousin in the next room: "Second brother, look at what I bought."

Not to mention the daughter of Uncle Xuan Ping for the time being, he has three sons, two direct descendants and one concubine.

Now there are only the eldest son and the younger son who live in the mansion. The eldest son is the minister of the Ministry of Industry, but the younger son only attends the Hanlin Academy of the fifth grade.

The second brother in Luo Siyuan's mouth is Luo Sicheng, the only son of Luo Shangshu, who was born a month younger than his brother Luo Siming and ranks second in the mansion.

Luo Siming and Luo Sicheng were about the same age as Song Jingchen and were once classmates.

Different from Luo Siming's ignorance and incompetence, Luo Sicheng is the kind of child from someone else's family, and he was Qiu Wei Yayuan in the last game.

It's just that with Song Jingchen, Jie Yuan, he is much dimmed.

In fact, for people with titles like them, participating in scientific examinations is just the icing on the cake.

But the better a person is, the more competitive they are. He always wanted to surpass Song Jingchen, but he didn't think that something would happen to the Song family before he reached it.

Later, even if he won the first prize of the Hui Yuan in succession, he would often hear people sighing, but unfortunately something happened to the Song family, otherwise Song Shizi would definitely be third.

...

Luo Sicheng has always disliked the two cousins ​​of the third room, one is idle and the other is babbling all day, but he never shows it.

It's like at this time, because Luo Siyuan's sudden intrusion made his subordinates unsteady, and the painting that took a day to draw was just scrapped.

He was annoyed in his heart but had a warm smile on his face: "Oh? Can you grab another celebrity's calligraphy?"

Luo Siyuan admired his second cousin very much, and when he had any good things or problems on weekdays, he was the first to go to him.

Of course, their grandfather, Xuan Pingbo, hurt him the most.

But Luo Siyuan also understands, who makes the second cousin outstanding? He was envious but not jealous, he only wanted to be as good as Luo Sicheng.

As for his own big brother? Not to mention.

"This is not a famous calligraphy treasure, it's an annotation written by Song Gongzi." Luo Siyuan blushed with excitement, the second brother is already very powerful, and Song Gongzi who is more powerful than him is even more amazing.

How could he not be excited that he only needed a hundred taels to get a note he wrote.

He was actually only thirteen years old when the accident happened to the Song family, but it did not prevent him from hearing the legend of Song Jingchen often in the academy.

So in his heart, Song Jingchen is the first and his second brother is the second!

Luo Sicheng was stunned. He could often see this expression on his fifth brother's face, but it was only when he was reading his articles or paintings.

Now it's because of someone he's never met?

It reminded him that this kind of thing often happened when he was in the academy.

Yes, I heard someone talking about it a few days ago, that person is back!

He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and said with a smile: "Then you have to take a good look. He never sold his calligraphy treasures before. It seems that he is not doing well now."

Luo Siyuan didn't hear anything wrong with this, and nodded in agreement: "It's really rare."

After speaking, he was a little annoyed: "The shopkeeper of the book shop has eyes and no pearls, and he will not accept Song Gongzi's 10 taels of silver for selling it. He even drove people out. It's a shame that we recognized it."

Hearing what happened to Song Jingchen, Luo Sicheng sneered in his heart and asked curiously, "Then how much money did you spend on it?"

"One hundred taels! Originally it was higher, but Young Master Song said, just make a few friends, and the highest price is only one hundred taels."

Seeing this idiot's face picking up a lot of money, Young Master Song looks like a really good person, and Luo Sicheng is angry.

Song Jingchen's book sale not only spread among the students, but even Emperor Chong'an heard the news.

While he resented Song Jingchen's influence, he was very satisfied with his impoverished status quo.

Before falling asleep, he suddenly ordered Eunuch Li: "Let him come to see me in the palace tomorrow."

...

Shen Yijia was also very happy, but she thought again, how could she be allowed to raise the beauty husband if she promised to raise her?

So she has a stronger sense of urgency to make money!

The next day, Eunuch Li came to bring Song Jingchen into the palace. Shen Yijia was a little worried, but she also knew that she couldn't go together.

I was about to go out for a walk and see if I could find a way to make money, but I arrived at 30,000 yuan.

Eunuch Deng's people helped drive a carriage, and the two carriages entered the mansion, and he said, "Young madam, go and have a look, the dumpling won't leave unless you see it."

Nanfeng is still guarding it at the foot of Lingyin Temple. If you don't keep it, it will not work. It will catch up soon after their carriage has left.

Nan Feng and San Wan guessed that it wanted to see the young lady, so they asked San Wan to come back first.

Shen Yijia tilted her head and asked someone to unload the contents of a carriage and then take Mo Yuan and 30,000 out of the city.

Thirty thousand led the way, while Mo Yuan insisted on following her.

The mountain behind Lingyin Temple.

Xuanyuan Ce was fishing in the release pond with a fishing rod. The host master next to him looked distressed and helpless, and recited Amitabha Buddha repeatedly.

I just hope these fish are smarter and don't take this guy's hook.

I still remember when I was a child, when my classmates sent postcards to each other, and they would write about your favorite star.

However, the author does not know the names of several stars at all, but in order to appear less ignorant, he wrote a memorable one.

I have been writing for several years, and when anyone asks who my favorite star is, I always say that name, and I almost believe it myself.

It was only after a long, long time that I found out that I didn't like any of his songs.