The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Shen Yijia's fist was wrapped in ten percent murderous aura, and the fist wind blew Xuanyuan Ye's hair on the temples.

At the critical moment, a breath suddenly came behind her.

Shen Yijia had to withdraw her hand and dodge away.

It was also her effort to avoid, another shadow dragged Xuanyuan Ye back quickly.

Looking at the two men in black standing in front of Xuanyuan Ye, Shen Yijia frowned, the breath of the two did not look like a ghost guard.

Before she could understand, Xuanyuan Ye had already explained her confusion with a trembling voice: "They are the secret guards sent by the emperor's uncle to protect me. If you kill me today, the emperor's uncle will know immediately. You leave now, I can act like nothing happened..."

Xuanyuan Ye couldn't understand why Shen Yijia still insisted on holding onto her, even though Zhizhi admitted that it was a rumor spread by him.

Feeling that she made Bai Zhi admit that everything was superfluous?

How did she know that Shen Yijia didn't know the scene that Bai Zhi and her were playing at all, but even if she knew, she would think that she was the one who ordered it.

Dark guard? Shen Yijia's eyes looked at the two men in black, that is, they are not as powerful as spears and spears, and they can fight!

Thinking like this, she clenched her fist and was about to rush up, a familiar breath grabbed her arm.

Shen Yijia's conditioned reflex stopped and released her fist, stood up obediently, turned her head and smiled sweetly at the person beside her: "Xianggong."

Song Jingchen was so angry that she was shaken by her smile immediately, and said helplessly, "Go home first."

"No, those things were spread by her, and I must kill her today."

"It's not me." Xuanyuan Ye stood up with his body propped up: "It's not me who said you are a saint, it's Bai Zhi. She was infected with the plague, she didn't want to die, and she didn't know where to hear this, so..."

"She doesn't like me and can't beat me, so she thought of this vicious method to kill me... Xiang Gong, do you believe what I said?" Shen Yijia directly ignored Xuanyuan Ye's words.

To be precise, she didn't believe a single punctuation mark Xuanyuan Ye said.

Xuanyuan Ye choked and shook his head quickly: "It's not me, it's really not me..."

"Well, I believe you." Song Jingchen looked at Shen Yijia and said.

Xuanyuan Ye:  …

Did the two of them not hear her at all? Death row prisoners can still confess their last words before they die, not to mention that these people have no evidence at all.

Shen Yijia was overjoyed: "Then I..."

"Go home first, mother is worried about you when she finds out that you are not in the room." Song Jingchen said.

"It's okay, it won't take long to kill her."

Song Jingchen sighed: "She should be damned, but not now."

Xuanyuan Ye is not the son of King Jing'an, but the monarch and the queen mother still let her enjoy the respect of the county master. It can be seen how much they love her. If they kill her directly, Jiajia will change from a victim to a perpetrator.

It doesn't do her any good.

"Really not?" Shen Yijia was a little regretful, and without waiting for Song Jingchen to answer, she compromised: "That's fine."

Song Jingchen rubbed her head: "You believe me."

"I believe in you, of course I believe in you. Come on, go home."

After the two discussed whether Xuanyuan Ye should die or not, they left without anyone else. Xuanyuan Ye felt that it was even more embarrassing than being beaten just now, and he rolled his eyes with rage and fainted.

The two dark guards looked at each other and disappeared into the hall.

The maids hurriedly came in and carried her to the bed. Under the arrangement of the big maid, the one who was looking for medicine was looking for medicine, and the one who was fetching water was fetching water.

Xuanyuan Ye was thrown to the ground by Shen Yijia, her arms were covered with bruises and abrasions, and she received no less than ten slaps. Her cheeks were swollen high, and she was lying on the bed like a rag, and the maids who were giving her medicine were frequently seen. Inhale.

When Xuanyuan Ye woke up, it was a quarter of an hour later.

Looking at the vermilion tent, it felt like a lifetime away.

"Master, you are awake." The maid gently hung up the curtain.

Xuanyuan Ye struggled to sit up, not wanting to tug on the wound, so she hissed softly in pain, the maid hurriedly helped her against the head of the bed: "County Master, take care of your injuries. The imperial doctor specially instructed, the plague is rampant outside, In particular, those with wounds on the body are extremely susceptible to infection, so you must not leave the palace these few days."

Her words seemed to remind Xuanyuan Ye of something, and she clenched her fists: "Go out."

The big palace maid called out uneasy: "The county master..."

"Go out, all go out." Xuanyuan Ye shouted, and the pain on his face brought tears to his eyes.

The palace maid did not dare to stimulate her any more, so she retreated with her.

Waiting for the others to leave, Xuanyuan Ye hurriedly lifted the quilt and stumbled out of bed, seeing the handkerchief on the table, her pupils shrank, and it took a long time before she reached out her hand...

Under the eaves outside the hall, several little palace maids and big palace maids were guarding there, and one of the little palace maids suddenly sighed: "The county master is also very pitiful, Sister Ruomei, why would the queen mother be willing to keep her here? What about Fengcheng?"

Ruomei was a big palace maid. She looked at the high palace wall: "The queen mother has always loved the princess, and she must do this for her own good."

"But Mrs. Song is too much. The prince has just announced her identity, and she has come to bully our county master. I won't know it in the future..."

"Chunxi!" Ruomei interrupted her, "We can't talk too much about the matter of the master."

"But..." The little palace maid who was called Chunxi glanced left and right: "Have you heard? This plague is not incurable."

People look over.

"I heard what others said. It's rumored outside the palace now that Madam Song's blood can cure the plague, but Madam Song refused to take action, and the third highness even chased away all those who begged her."

"Otherwise, why do you think the lord suddenly disclosed Mrs. Song's life experience, isn't he just worried that the people will be against her?"

"The lord thinks about Madam Song in every way, and even the Third Highness protects her, but I feel sorry for the princess..."

Squeak~ The door behind him opened, and Chunxi quickly silenced her.

Ruomei greeted her: "Master, why did you come out, your body..."

"I'm fine, cough..." Xuanyuanye put a veil on her face, she took out a letter from her arms: "You go and ask them to help me send this letter to the imperial grandmother."

Guessing that Xuanyuan Ye was going to sue the Queen Mother Zhou, Ruomei responded and reached out to take it, but the moment her hand touched the envelope, Xuanyuan Ye suddenly withdrew his hand.

"The princess?" Ruomei was puzzled.

Xuanyuan Ye's fingertips, holding the envelope, turned white, and even trembled slightly in places where no one could see.

"Forget it, don't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a little palace maid hurried in: "It's not good, it's not good. The lord sent someone to surround the Shoukang Palace."

After Xuanyuan Ye was taken out of the dark prison by the Queen Mother Zhou, he has been living in the side hall of Shoukang Palace.

It is more appropriate to say that it is to surround the Shoukang Palace, it is better to say that it is to surround her.

Xuanyuan Ye's eyes slammed, and without hesitation, he shoved the letter directly into Ruomei's hands.

"Help me get this letter out. It must be delivered to the imperial grandmother."

Thinking that Xuanyuan Ye's situation was really difficult recently, Ruomei suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and responded with the letter and left.