The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Master, this is not the way to Shoukang Palace." Bai Zhi reminded in a low voice on the palace road.

"Ah?" Xuanyuan Ye Meng returned to his senses, only to realize that he had unknowingly gone astray, and glanced at the palace maid who was following behind, she squeezed her fingers, forced herself to calm down, and twitched the corners of her mouth: "You guys Take a trip to Shoukang Palace for me, I'm feeling a little sick, so I won't go to pay my respects to the imperial grandmother today."

After that, she turned around and walked towards the palace gate.

Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed: "Where is the county lord unwell, but the servants should go to the imperial doctor..."

Mr. Yu set up a small Buddhist hall in the yard where he lived, where he would copy scriptures for half an hour every day, and the same is true today.

When she came out of the small Buddha hall, she pressed her eyelids, which kept jumping, and instructed, "Go and see if the princess is up. If she is up, let her come over and have breakfast with me."

She didn't want Xuanyuan Ye to trot in as soon as her voice fell.

Just when she was about to blame her for not being a lady at all, seeing her well-dressed everywhere, Yu shivered in her heart and asked, "Are you out of the house?"

Xuanyuan Ye jumped up directly, grabbed Mrs. Yu's sleeve as if seeing a savior, and said with a cry, "Mother, concubine, I seem to be in trouble..."

In the small house, Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia went out to buy clothes after breakfast.

This was Shen Yijia's proposal. She said that since the envoys of Wu State were to think that they had come prepared, they could not lose their momentum.

Therefore, when Xuanyuan Ce came, he only saw Ji Luo, who was sitting alone in the yard playing with medicinal herbs.

Finally no one bothered him, he breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on the corners of his lips, walked up and handed her a jade box: "This is the jade muscle cream I brought from the palace, you can try it."

Ji Luo put the medicinal materials into the stone mortar and smashed them, and said lightly: "No need, the lord should take it back."

Except for the first time she was in a hurry to see Shen Yijia and forgot it for a while, but now she wears a veil every day.

But even so, it couldn't hide one of the scars that stretched to her brow bone, twisted and hideous.

Others will feel pain just by looking at the scar, how much pain should Ji Luo endure at that time?

However, for the scars covering her entire face, it was just the tip of the iceberg.

The smile on Xuanyuan Ce's face was a little stiff, only he knew that every time he saw these scars, his heart would feel like being lingered.

"I know you hate me, but your body is skinny, and you're a parent, you shouldn't..."

"Hate?" Ji Luo's hand stopped, as if she heard some big joke, she laughed suddenly, and after a while, she raised her head to look at the man in front of her.

The man stood in the sun, his brows furrowed, cold and dignified, giving people a feeling of not being very close.

Just like the first time she saw him, she was so injured that she couldn't stand still, but when she tried to get close to help him check the wound, she almost got hurt by him.

At that time, she was thinking that there is such a good-looking man in this world. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died like this, so she directly threw a handful of magic drugs and dragged him away...

Times have changed, the person is still the same person, the face is still the same face, but she is not the same person anymore.

The corners of Ji Luo's lips curled slightly under the veil: "Xuanyuan Ce, you are too proud of yourself."

More than 2,400 days and nights, if she really wants to hate, there are too many people to hate.

Hate Ji Yao for not being grateful, hate Si Yun for ignoring the feelings of childhood sweethearts, hate the clansmen standing by, hate her blindness and blindness, hate the ancestors who left those cold clan rules...

She could hate so many people, so what was Xuanyuan Ce?

Xuanyuan Ce's eyes were full of hurt: "Aluo..."

Ji Luo frowned and interrupted him: "My lord, what we should have said between us was finished seventeen years ago, if you come as Jiajia's father, I will not stop you, if it is next to you, forget it. Bar."

She already owed her daughter, and would not selfishly deprive her of her father's love, but that was all.

"Alo, I was also a last resort, I always wanted to explain to you..."

"Explain?" Ji Luo took out a handkerchief from his bosom, mixed some of the mashed medicinal powders into the handkerchief, and sarcastically said, "You have to say something, you can explain it, what happened is just a matter of time. Can you pretend it doesn't exist?"

Xuanyuan Ce was stunned for a moment, and he took a step back as if his whole body had been drained, and the hand holding the jade box dropped down softly.

Yes, even if he has all kinds of reasons, how can the damage to Ji Luo be calculated and the debt he owes to his daughter?

Aren't those scars on Ji Luo's face the best proof?

He suddenly understood why Ji Luoming was so skilled in medicine, but he had never thought of removing the scars on his face for more than a month...

"By the way, there is something we should do too." Ji Luo stood up.

"Varied……"

As soon as the word came out, Xuanyuance felt that his eyes were darkened, and he fell unconscious.

Ji Luo shook his handkerchief, and shook all the medicinal powder on it onto Xuanyuance's body.

After doing all this, she squatted down and grabbed Xuanyuan Ce's leg and dragged it out.

Just like back then! !

"That's how I rescued you back then, and today I'll throw you out in the same way, so we'll be clear." She said to herself.

After taking two steps, he stopped to take a breath and continued.

"My body is really not as good as before."

The spooky guard, who was assigned by Xuanyuance to guard Ji Luo, watched this scene, determined that his master was not in danger, and turned his head silently.

He didn't see anything!

bang...

Xuanyuance's body was blocked by the threshold, Ji Luo frowned, and pulled hard, but did not move.

She had to let go of his legs, and then wrapped her arms around his neck and continued to drag it out.

After finally crossing the threshold, Ji Luo didn't relax when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Mother..." Shen Yijia looked at Xuanyuan Ce, who was lying on the ground with all torn clothes, and Ji Luo, who was so tired and sweaty, the corners of her mouth twitched.

This is the true face of her mother!

Aw, she loves it!

Ji Luo stiffened and let go of his hand silently.

With a thud, Xuanyuan Ce's head hit the ground heavily.

But no one cared.

"Jiajia and Achen are back." She turned around, but as though she didn't see the complicated expressions on their faces, she glanced at Xuanyuan Ce lightly: "He fainted at the door, and I was about to move him in. ."

Shen Yijia: Mother, it turns out that you are also talking nonsense with your eyes open. Let me tell you the truth. We saw you drag people out like a dog from afar.

Song Jingchen tugged Shen Yijia's sleeve and motioned her to put away her small expression, then coughed lightly, "Mother, I'll do it."

"Okay." Ji Luo nodded, seeming to think of something and then said: "I see a lot of medicinal powder on his body, which has the effect of causing drowsiness. When you move it, be careful, don't put it on yourself."

Song Jingchen nodded: "I see."

Shen Yijia: "My mother scratched her leg and head just now. It seems that only these two places are safe."

Kylo:  …

In order not to offend his daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, Song Jingchen grabbed Xuanyuan Ce's leg and dutifully dragged him back and placed him in the study.

"What is this?" Shen Yijia asked, picking up the jade box that had fallen in the yard.

"Jade muscle cream, I heard that it has the effect of removing scars and beautifying the face." Ji Luo glanced back and looked back: "I've lost it, if you want it, mother will make it better for you."

Shen Yijia realized in an instant, it seemed that it was sent by a big scumbag.

"This jade box should be quite valuable." She didn't understand jade, and only had this guess because of the exquisite patterns carved on it.

After thinking about it, I ran into the kitchen and found a jar, dug out all the paste in the jade box and put it in the jar, and washed the jade box.

"Mo Yuan, take it to the pawnshop." After saying that, she threw the jar out.

Kylo:  …

Song Jingchen:  …

I heard that Yuji Ointment needs to use no less than a hundred kinds of precious medicinal materials, whichever is the essence.

If you really want to count, ten jade boxes can't compare to the part that Shen Yijia gave up.

However, the two did not mention it in a tacit understanding, otherwise Shen Yijia, who knew the truth, would not be distressed to death.

"Mother, didn't I give you spiritual fluid? Why isn't your face healed?"

As soon as the spiritual liquid came out, Shen Yijia packed it in a small porcelain bottle and gave it to Ji Luo.

It stands to reason that it has been almost a month, and it should have been better.

Ji Luo shook his head and smiled: "Don't worry."

It wasn't that Shen Yijia was relieved that she didn't use the spiritual liquid, she took out the things she bought with great interest and showed Ji Luo.

Focused on showing her a heavy and golden head.

Because this is the only one she chose!

Originally, she had chosen a lot, but Song Jingchen coaxed her to replace it with something else.

What surprised Song Jingchen was that Ji Luo's face was highly praised.

Song Jingchen: Are they really mother and daughter?

"Mother, do you like it? I'll give it to you." Shen Yi happily took a golden hairpin and brought it to her.

Ji Luo was so moved that his eyes turned red: "Are you hungry, mother, go and get you a bowl of noodles."

Shen Yijia's hands trembled: "No, no, we're not hungry yet, we'll have lunch together when Mo Yuan comes back."

Song Jingchen looked amused, but agreed: "Mother, take a rest."

"If you don't cook too much, you should fill your stomach first."

She put away the head that Shen Yijia gave her very preciously and got into the kitchen.

"Ma'am, I'm going to help you make a fire." San Wan Dian Dian followed after there was something to eat.

Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia looked at each other, it was over!

knock knock knock

There was a knock on the door behind him. Someone was at home, but the door was not closed.

Shen Yijia looked back and saw a middle-aged man with no white beard standing at the door.

The man was dressed in very ordinary clothes, and smiled at her with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Passing through this place, can I ask for a bowl of water to drink?" he said.

The voice was also a bit strange, as if he was talking deliberately in his throat.

But Shen Yijia didn't care, he glanced at the man from beginning to end, his eyes lit up: "Yes, of course, come in."

As she spoke, she kept waving at the man, and almost ran over and pulled him in.

Middle-aged man:  …

He was a little flustered, and suddenly he didn't want to go in, what should he do?

"Come in." Shen Yijia continued her warm invitation, like a wolf grandmother who coaxes children.

The middle-aged man glanced sideways at someone who was standing at the entrance of the alley not far away and kept winking at him, so he had to bite the bullet and go in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He shrugged and bowed his hands to the couple: "I lost my purse by accident..."

Shen Yijia widened her eyes: "Isn't that why you didn't even eat?"

Middle-aged man: So should I eat it or not?

I lost my purse... that's probably why I didn't eat it.

He nodded.

"It's so pitiful, how can you be full from a bowl of water." Shen Yijia looked at him sympathetically: "Wait here, my mother is just cooking noodles, and she'll leave after eating."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Luo and San Wan came out with two bowls of noodles.

Don't wait for Ji Luo to ask.

Shen Yijia said: "Mother, this uncle lost his purse and hasn't eaten for three days. I look pitiful, let's give him some food first. My husband and I are not hungry anyway."

Song Jingchen nodded, he was not hungry at all.

Middle-aged man: Why doesn't he remember that he said he hadn't eaten for three days?

Is it really good to keep playing with him?

Ji Luo glanced at the middle-aged man, and although he felt strange, he did not refute his daughter's words.

"It's so pitiful, then, let him eat the bowl of that subordinate too." Thirty thousand who was fortunate enough to taste it in advance said busyly.

Looking at the three bowls of noodles with delicious flavors placed in front of him, did the middle-aged man remember that he was not here to beg for water? How did it become begging?

However, the family is so enthusiastic that they are not worried at all that he is a bad person.

It's too simple!

Song Jingchen's eyes stopped on his Adam's apple indistinctly, and he said inexplicably, "Hurry up and eat, it won't taste good after a while."

"Yes, yes, this side is cooked by my mother, you must finish it." Shen Yijia shoved the chopsticks directly into his hands and looked at him.

Hot food doesn't taste good, if it's cold, I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it, so eat it quickly.

With three pairs of eyes that cannot be ignored, the middle-aged man stiffly picked up a chopsticks noodles.

suck~

Shen Yijia immediately leaned over, and in a place that Ji Luo couldn't see, she secretly smeared his neck: "How about it, is it delicious?"

Middle-aged man:  …

This is too simple, this is simply not human!

He swallowed the noodles with difficulty and nodded with tears in his eyes.

it is good……

It's so unpalatable!

He didn't dare to speak, just because he was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would spit out the face that he finally swallowed.

Shen Yijia: "Mother, you can see that he was moved to tears."

Ji Luo smiled: "If there is not enough to eat, there will be some left in the pot."

"My subordinates will help him." Thirty thousand swiftly ran back to the kitchen.

These things must not be left behind!

A quarter of an hour later, the middle-aged man left without looking back, clutching his stomach.

"Who is that person just now?" Xuanyuance asked when he woke up, standing at the door of the study, staring in the direction of the door.

"A poor man who has lost his purse and no food." Shen Yijia said.

Song Jingchen nodded in agreement, indeed pitiful.

"My lord, do you want to change your clothes first?" Song Jingchen asked.

After being reminded by him, Xuanyuan Ce remembered what happened before, and he looked at Ji Luo who was sitting on the side fiddling with medicinal herbs with a complicated expression.

He lowered his eyes and said, "I'll take you to the palace again in the afternoon."

After saying that, he limped away.

Song Jingchen opened his mouth, my lord, didn't you notice the cold swish behind you?

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Ji Luo: My daughter gave me a golden face, and I gave her a bowl of noodles.

Bottle: I suspect you are hurting each other.