The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Check the medicinal materials?" Song Jingchen was puzzled.

Shen Yijia was a little proud: "It was sent in from outside the city. I was afraid they made a mistake. Xuanyuan Ziming asked me to take a look."

With the supervision of Eunuch Wu, the medicinal materials sent were naturally no problem. Shen Yijia saw that there was a lot of things. After checking, she wanted to help carry it down the tower together, so she didn't leave directly.

When she didn't want to carry it, the soldier walking in front of her didn't stand firm and almost threw two sacks of herbs from the tower to the outside of the city.

Cangzhu is one of the important medicinal herbs for the treatment of the plague. She hurriedly stretched out her hand to fetch it, and accidentally cut her palm with too much force.

Shen Yijia has a special physique, and when she wakes up today, she looks pretty good.

After listening to her, Song Jingchen's heart clenched together, looked at her nervously and asked, "What's wrong with you now? Has your mother checked you out?"

Those who have been infected with the plague in the past few days are either weaker or injured.

"No, no." Shen Yijia waved her hands again and again: "I was afraid that my mother would be worried, so I didn't dare to tell her, but I'm really fine."

She felt that Song Jingchen definitely didn't take the immunity she said to heart, and said seriously: "You don't know, Baizhi fell in the pharmacy yesterday, but it just scratched a little skin, and fell ill today, but look at me." She Shaking his hand: "Nothing at all."

If Angelica got sick because the pharmacy was too close to the quarantine area, she also went back to the pharmacy after she was injured.

Song Jingchen felt a little uneasy in his heart, pursed his lips and said, "Don't go there for a few days, go home and wait until your injury is healed before going out."

"Why?" Shen Yijia asked, she still wanted to go into the quarantine area to help her mother, she wouldn't get sick anyway.

Song Jingchen habitually stretched out his hand to rub her head, but he took it back after thinking of something, and said sternly: "What you just said was just your guess, what if Bai Zhi contracted the plague because she touched something else?"

As soon as Shen Yijia thought it was reasonable, she took his hand and put it on her head and rubbed her head. She grinned and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Jingchen was helpless: "Go back quickly."

"Oh." Shen Yijia glanced at him reluctantly, turned around, took two steps and trotted back.

"By the way, I almost forgot, I'm here to give you this."

She took out two medicine sachets from her arms and put one of them into Song Jingchen's hand: "You will give 30,000 for this one."

He tied another one to him: "Mother said that this is somewhat useful for epidemic prevention. If you run around every day, remember to take it with you."

Song Jingchen opened his mouth.

Knowing what he was going to ask, Shen Yijia said directly: "There are others, but my mother can't do it alone, so I made one for our own family first, and today I'm going to let those aunts do it together, and someone else will go to the pharmacy. Decoction."

Speaking of which, Shen Yijia didn't even plan to help, her needlework...

Forget it, she can do some physical work, but now that everything is lacking, let's save some needles and brains for everyone.

"I see, go back quickly." Song Jingchen urged.

Shen Yijia obediently walked back three steps, and Song Jingchen turned back when she saw her walking away.

Unexpectedly, he met a pair of teasing eyes.

"Sir Song is very lucky to have a beautiful wife at home."

"We also heard that Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song had a heart-wrenching love story. Let's talk about it tomorrow when you have time."

Song Jingchen glanced at 30,000, hesitating whether to give him the medicine bag.

Thirty thousand felt grievances in his heart: He just said that the young lady is very capable, how could it change when these people talk about it?

Someone came out to smooth things out: "Look, you two are sour. You can also inquire about the matter of Master Song and Madam Song? If you have the ability, you can find a beautiful girl to marry and go home."

The soldier who spoke first said earnestly, "As long as the plague in Fengcheng is over, I will go to Cuihua's house to propose marriage."

Everyone was stunned. The team they left behind was carefully selected - they were all orphans with no parents, no children and no daughters.

Because if they suffer from the plague, at least no one will grieve for them, nor will they destroy a family.

The sullen atmosphere was only for a moment, and someone joked: "Cuihua? Isn't it the widow who sells tofu on East Street?"

Xiao Bing blushed: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not her, there are other widows, they have names."

At this point, it was said that he was right, and everyone burst into laughter.

If you look closely, many people's faces are bitter, and some people even have red eyes.

In the past two days, many of their brothers have been living in the quarantine area, and no one knows if they will be next.

Song Jingchen lowered his eyes and looked at the medicine bag tied around his waist, these people are not the epitome of the soldiers of Daxia in the future.

But he knew that the battle between Daxia and Wu was like the plague in Xuanyuan, and he couldn't avoid it.

"Master, this subordinate didn't say anything." Thirty thousand still remembered that he owed a punishment, for fear of giving him another.

Song Jingchen glanced at him and threw the medicine bag in his hand.

Thirty thousand and one stunned, noticed that Song Jingchen also had one tied around his waist, and hurriedly said, "Thank you, Master."

"Be careful yourself." Song Jingchen said.

After all, I don't care about the person who is holding the medicine bag stupidly, and I go to work on my own.

Because she was worried that Shen Yijia was injured, Song Jingchen explained the matter to others early and went home first.

As soon as I entered the alley, I saw two people, one big and one small, sitting on the threshold and looking forward.

Song Jingchen:  …

Shen Yijia's eyes lit up: "I'm back."

Xuanyuance hurriedly stood up after hearing the words, and another basin came out from behind him.

Shen Yijia blinked, and realized that Xuanyuan Ce mistakenly thought her mother was back, and hurriedly made a silent gesture for Song Jingchen.

The corner of Song Jingchen's mouth twitched, and he swallowed the phrase "Why are you sitting outside?".

Xuanyuan Ce held the basin and showed a smile that he thought was deadly charming: "A Luo is back, clean your hands."

Every time Ji Luo entered the house, he would wash his hands with water soaked in mugwort leaves, and then take a medicated bath before giving Xuanyuance acupuncture.

Xuanyuan Ce was naturally courteous whenever he found an opportunity.

Shen Yijia hurriedly winked at Song Jingchen: Wash your hands quickly.

Song Jingchen: This is not very good, after all, it is an elder.

Shen Yijia: What's wrong, my mother never washes her hands with the water he brought. You can't guarantee that he will still be very happy when you wash it now.

Song Jingchen:  …

Even if he is happy, it is because the lord mistook him for...

"Alo?" Xuanyuance asked suspiciously.

Shen Yijia was anxious, stepped forward and grabbed Song Jingchen's hand and pressed it into the basin: "Mother, clean your hands."

Song Jingchen:  …

As Shen Yijia guessed, Xuanyuan Ce smiled more like a fool.

After Song Jingchen washed his hands, he took out a handkerchief from nowhere.

Song Jingchen took it hesitantly.

Xuanyuan Ce smiled and said, "I've also boiled the water, so go take a bath first."

Shen Yijia pushed Song Jingchen home: "Yes, yes, mother, go take a bath."

Song Jingchen: You're addicted, right?

Xuanyuance didn't know that his daughter was cheating again, and Ji Luo didn't know that someone was impersonating him at home.

She is still discussing the improvement of the prescription with the doctors.

"Doctor, doctor, my mother-in-law is on fire again, you go and see." An abrupt roar sounded outside the door.

Hearing this voice, the faces of the doctors all over the room were not very good.

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Song Jingchen: A day when he was forced to accept the service of his father-in-law.

Xuanyuan Ce: A Luo finally accepted my offer.