The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

When the word saint came in, Song Jingchen changed his face directly.

At first they just cried and begged, but when Xu saw that no one had opened the door, he began to knock on the door vigorously.

Song Jingchen lowered his face, beckoned to thirty thousand and gave a few words in his ear.

30,000 was shocked, and hurriedly left through the back door.

Ji Luo looked over.

Song Jingchen explained: "I'm worried that they are coming for Jiajia."

Shen Yijia: "Me?"

When did she become a saint? Where does the ability to save people from the plague come from?

Xuanyuan Ce said directly: "Chu Feng, go and see what's going on."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door collapsed, and a group of people rushed in, led by Masan, directly blocking the entire courtyard.

"Bold, didn't you see the prince here? What should you blame for disturbing the prince?" Chu Feng scolded.

Everyone was stunned, and quickly knelt down.

When Xuanyuance had an accident before, it was rumored that he was killed by his daughter born in the outer chamber for a period of time. Later, it was confirmed that Yu was the murderer, and the outer chamber was forgotten by everyone, and no one knew about Shen Yijia's relationship with him.

Now that King Jing'an is here, and thinking of Ji Luo's medical skills, some people speculate that he is here to seek medical treatment.

An old man cried and begged: "Your Highness, Caomin, etc. have no intention of offending your Highness, but just want to beg the Holy Maiden to show mercy and save us."

The rest of the people also hurriedly said: "I beg the saint to save us..."

"What saintess?" Thinking that Song Jingchen said that these people may have come for Jiajia, Xuanyuan Ce lowered his face and said coldly: "There is no saintess you are looking for here, as for the plague, this king believes that the doctors will definitely be able to find them. Useful recipe, you go back first."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Ma San, who was kneeling at the front.

Several people saw their reactions, and immediately guessed that these people should be pushed by Ma San.

Under the pressure of a few lines of sight on his head, Ma San raised his head and pointed at Shen Yijia: "She is a saint, and her blood can cure the plague!"

If Shen Yijia was slightly mentally prepared for his first sentence, he was completely shocked when he heard the latter sentence.

These people kept begging her to save people. She thought that she was carrying spiritual fluid and was leaked by someone with a heart. They came to ask her for spiritual fluid, but they never thought they were coming to let her blood.

There are so many people infected with the plague in the city, and draining her blood is not enough for one person to take a bite, right?

What's the difference between that and taking her life.

"It's absurd. Who the hell came up with such slanderous words?" Xuanyuan Ce snapped.

His momentum skyrocketed, obviously furious.

Ma San sweated lightly on his forehead, and said in a trembling voice, "The Caomin heard that Mrs. Song is the saint of Tianji Valley, and only her blood can cure this plague."

It's Tianji Valley again!

Ji Luo asked coldly, "Who did you listen to?"

"Caomin didn't see who was speaking."

Yesterday, I heard a conversation between a person separated by a wall. When he found it, the person was gone. He really didn't know who it was.

Song Jingchen sneered: "The other party doesn't even dare to show his face, obviously he wants to use you to achieve ulterior motives."

He looked at the group of people kneeling opposite: "Think about it for yourself, isn't it funny that blood can cure the plague?"

Everyone looked at each other, and when Ma San told them at first, they didn't believe it, but...

"Other people's blood is naturally not acceptable, but in recent days, everyone in the city who has been injured has contracted the plague. The only exception is Mrs. Song, which is enough to show that she is different from us." Ma Sandao.

"Yeah, I heard that it was a big cut. Miss Baizhi was scratched and stained, but she went in and out, and nothing happened."

It was a woman who said this.

Shen Yijia looked at it, and her eyes were a little familiar, until she saw the other women kneeling beside her. They were all the people who were decocting medicine in the pharmacy with her, and Aunt Liu was also on the list.

When they met her gaze, everyone bowed their heads in unison.

Shen Yijia knew why she was fine, but she wouldn't be stupid enough to admit it, and said contemptuously: "Everyone's physique is different, can Bai Zhi's weak body compare to me? I didn't catch the plague because my wounds were handled well. That's right, there's no dirt on it, because it's nonsense to say that my blood can cure the plague. What? God doesn't take my life, you want to take it?"

She is now very fortunate that Song Jingchen asked her to bandage her hands last night, otherwise, if these people can see that her wound has recovered as before, wouldn't she have to believe that her blood can cure the plague?

The crowd fell silent.

"Okay, you all go back first. Whoever spread this word today, this king will let someone check it out. If it is found, it will definitely be severely punished."

Ma San didn't give up: "My lord, let her try. What if her blood can really cure the plague? If not, we won't bother Mrs. Song again in the future."

"Yeah, let her try it, just let a little blood, and it won't kill anyone."

Shen Yijia was about to be laughed at, this natural tone, what does it mean to stand and talk without back pain, that's all!

Now say try it, after confirming it? If her blood can really save people, will these people still say, "It's worth killing her alone, it can save so many people."

But why is she?

"It is the doctor's prescription that treats the plague, not anyone's blood!" Xuanyuan Ce said angrily, "Drive them out."

The dark guard who was hidden in the dark appeared and walked towards the crowd with murderous aura.

Some of the people in the yard flinched when they saw this, but some were just as unwilling as Masan.

The relatives of these people are all deteriorating, and if they don't get treatment, they will die at any time.

They didn't dare to confront the dark guard, but kept kowtowing and begging: "Holy maiden, please show mercy and save our family, do you have the heart to watch them die?"

"Please be merciful to the Holy Maiden, I am just such a son. If he leaves, I don't want to live anymore."

...

The cry of pleading resounded through the world again.

It's okay to let the dark guard kill, but against such a group of unarmed people, you can't really do it.

In the midst of doom and gloom.

There were uniform footsteps outside the courtyard.

Xuanyuan Ziming walked in with a group of soldiers. Seeing this messy scene, he frowned and ordered, "Take them all."

After a while, the people in the courtyard were taken down by the soldiers.

The cry gradually faded away.

But no one breathed a sigh of relief. With this beginning, every time someone dies in the future, these people will think of Shen Yijia once, and think that she is the cause of death.

Even if it's not even sure if her blood can really save people.

After all, how many people can remain sane in the face of the departure of their loved ones?

At that time, I still don't know what extreme things will be done.

"Why are you only here now?" Xuanyuan Ce said angrily.

Xuanyuan Ziming touched his nose: "Big Brother Song asked me to arrest someone, so..."

He beckoned, and a soldier was dragged in from outside by being tied up.

Shen Yijia recognized at a glance that it was the one who nearly fell on the tower that day and lost Cangshu, who was the culprit who injured her.

"There really is something wrong with this man. I led someone to chase him for two blocks before I caught him." Xuanyuan Ziming said.

"Uuuuu..." The soldier who was pressed to the ground shook his head desperately.

Song Jingchen stepped forward and took off the cloth ball in his mouth.

"Your Highness, your subordinates don't know anything."

"If you don't know anything, what are you running for?" Xuanyuan Ziming sneered.

A guilty conscience flashed on the soldier's face: "Someone chased me, and my subordinates ran away subconsciously."

"Take it to trial." Xuanyuan Ce said directly.

"Hold on." Song Jingchen said suddenly.

Before the soldier could breathe a sigh of relief, something flashed in front of his eyes, a finger-length wound appeared on his face, and blood gushed out instantly.

"Ah..." he exclaimed.

Song Jingchen threw down the blood-stained stone and said coldly, "Don't waste time, this person can't say anything at first glance, just put him in the quarantine area."

Xuanyuan Ce nodded and did not object.

The soldier's face turned pale, and he only reacted after being held up, and said in a panic, "I said, don't, don't send me to the quarantine area..."