The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Back at the camp, she saw Mo Yuan standing there supporting a woman wearing a curtain from a distance, and she didn't need to think to know who it was.

Song Jingchen stopped, nodded slightly towards Ji Luo, and went straight back to the camp with Shen Yijia on his back.

"The one just now is Jiajia's husband?" Ji Luo asked.

Mo Yuan nodded: "When the slave girl saw the young lady, she and the uncle were already married."

After Shen Yijia left the camp, Mo Yuan briefly described what had happened with Shen Yijia in the past two years, so Ji Luo knew about Song Jingchen, but at this time she still asked again worriedly, "Is he going to be with Jiajia?"

"My uncle treats the little miss very well, and so is Mrs. Song."

Ji Luo nodded and choked: "That's good."

It was Ji Luo's regret that she couldn't watch her daughter grow up with her own eyes, let alone her phoenix crown, the appearance of a beautiful marriage, and if she had a bad life, Ji Luo would be even more unable to forgive herself.

The branches of the moon are full of stars.

When Song Jingchen settled down and Shen Yijia came over, Mo Yuan was no longer there, and only Ji Luo was still standing there.

He gave a junior salute and said respectfully, "Can this junior have a word with Madam."

...

the next day.

Shen Yijia was awakened by a burst of aroma, and when she turned her head, she saw Song Jingchen sitting by the side reading a book. The aroma was wafting from the meal on the table in front of him.

She swallowed her saliva, crept on the bed, and approached quietly, not wanting her hand to be restrained as soon as she stretched out.

Song Jingchen didn't lift his head: "Wash up first."

Shen Yijia retracted her hand embarrassingly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xianggong is early."

"It's not early, it's time for lunch later." He said, letting go of Shen Yijia's hand and moving the breakfast dishes on the table to the side.

Shen Yijia:  …

After washing up in a hurry, Shen Yijia couldn't wait to grab the bun and take a big bite. She froze and asked, "Who made this bun?"

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Song Jingchen picked up one and tasted it.

Shen Yijia clearly saw that the muscles on his face were twitching several times, but he still chewed and swallowed the whole bun before saying: "Don't eat the bun, drink the soup, this soup looks good."

He took the buns that Shen Yijia took a bite into and put them in his bowl, Song Jingchen helped her to serve a bowl of soup.

The pheasant mushroom soup is golden in color and has a thin layer of oil flowers floating on it. It looks good in color and fragrance.

But with the fancy buns in front, Shen Yijia only dared to take a tentative sip.

Then her whole face turned black.

Song Jingchen took a sip, and the hand holding the spoon trembled.

"This……"

"You don't need to say, I already know who did it." Shen Yijia had an expression that I had seen through the truth.

Song Jingchen looked at her suspiciously.

"She did it." Shen Yijia sighed, but her face was clearly happy.

Song Jingchen thought he was moved by Ji Luo's actions, so she heard her whisper: "It seems that there is a reason why my cooking is unpalatable, and it has nothing to do with me."

Song Jingchen:  …

It turned out to be because of the happiness of finding a scapegoat for himself.

After all, it was a piece of the family's heart. The couple was just about to bite the bullet and fill their stomachs when Mo Yuan lifted the curtain and came in.

She glanced at the two of them and silently put down the things in her hands.

Just an ordinary cup of white porridge, plus a side dish fried with wild vegetables dug nearby.

"The slaves did it secretly when the master was resting."

This remark revealed two meanings. First, Ji Luo rested, and second, Ji Luo didn't know that she had prepared these other things.

Although it was just a simple side dish of clear porridge, and there was not even a bit of meat, it almost moved Shen Yijia to cry.

It's no exaggeration, Ji Luo's cooking is really unpalatable, even better than her cooking skills.

Didn't you see that the beauty Xianggong could endure so much that he rolled his eyes?

She now seriously doubts that Ji Luo's adoption of Mo Yuan under those circumstances was for her cooking skills.

Thinking of this, she asked.

Mo Yuan paused and suddenly thought of the first time she met her master.

At that time, she was only five years old, and after the old beggar who adopted her disappeared, she has been supporting herself with hunger and food.

As long as you have a bite to eat, you will never starve to death, but people will get sick if they can't bear it.

The winter that year was extraordinarily cold. She once thought that she could not survive it, and a lady who looked like a fairy appeared and rescued her.

Ji Luo knew her situation and was reluctant to take her at first.

What made her change her mind?

The memory is too long, and Mo Yuan can't remember it.

Glancing at the cup of soup on the table, I was stunned.

That's right, at that time, she secretly followed behind her master, watching her eat dry food every day, and while she was sleeping, she secretly cooked a pot of soup for her with the fungi collected along the road.

The next day she overslept, thinking that the master had left.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her standing in front of him.

She said, "Forget it, since you are helpless, follow me in the future."

When the old beggar picked her up, she was covered with a paper kite, so she called her Xiaoyuaner. Ji Luo followed the character for kite and named her Moyuan.

...

"No, I really guessed it right?" Shen Yijia's eyes widened, but she thought Mo Yuan's cooking skills were taught by her master.

Mo Yuan turned her head away embarrassedly and changed the subject: "Master said that her body is fine. If the young lady and uncle want to go out, they can leave at any time."

Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen said: "Those soldiers were poisoned because of us, let them train for two more days before leaving."

Shen Yijia had no opinion, and she felt that Ji Luo was injured so badly and should be raised first.

Speaking of Ji Luo's injury, Shen Yijia suddenly thought of Mrs. Ji who was brought out by her from Tianji Valley.

The inquiry learned that when Xuanyuance left, he ordered someone to lock her up and hurriedly ate breakfast, so she took Mo Yuan to find her.

Song Jingchen went to inquire about the situation of the poisoned soldiers.

Xuanyuance was not there, he couldn't just let it go.

Fang approached the tent where Mrs. Ji was closed, and there were intermittent moans like mosquitoes and flies. Shen Yijia paused, opened the curtain and went in. Seeing the person whose limbs were tied and thrown on the ground, he took a deep breath.

I saw Mrs. Ji's hair scattered, her face and hands covered with bloodstains.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

The two guards looked at each other and said respectfully, "We don't know either, the lord asked us to stay here, we didn't do anything, and she suddenly became like this."

They themselves felt terrified.

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Mrs. Ji stared at Shen Yijia with wide eyes: "Save...Save me...Please...Please, save me..."

Thinking of the poisonous needles in her when she left Tianji Valley, Shen Yijia rolled her eyes and squatted down in front of her with great interest: "Are you talking to me? Do you know who I am?"

"Please...spirit...spirit...give me..." Mrs. Ji said with difficulty, blue veins bursting out on her forehead, and sweat dripped down the blood on her face.

It looks really scary.

Shen Yijia narrowed her eyes and waved to the two guarding soldiers: "You guys go out first."

I'm going to update it well, there are at least two chapters left today