The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Thirty army sticks?" Meng Wu was shocked after listening to Lieutenant General Chen's report.

Vice Admiral Chen replied: "Yes, I heard that he was also reduced to a firefighter."

Meng Wu thought thoughtfully: "Did I guess wrong? Song Huan has nothing to do with Fuguo Gongfu?"

"I don't know about the rank, but Song Huan was taken away by Duke Fu after he fainted, and it was the carriage carried by the wife of the Duke himself." Vice-General Chen said.

Meng Wu was even more confused: "Take it away?"

"Yes, I went to General Xiao's mansion, I should be planning to live there."

Xiao Qirui has his own mansion in Nanling Pass, but since the war with Wu State, he has been living in the barracks and rarely returns to the mansion.

Both of them came from Chang'an, because of the friendship between the Duke's Mansion and the General's Mansion, it's not surprising that they would go there to live, but what if they took Song Huan away?

"General, is Song Huan still investigating?" Deputy General Chen asked.

Meng Wu thought for a while: "Check, yes, do you know what mistakes they made and were punished?"

"It seems to be because of privately leaving the city."

"Understood, you can go out." Meng Wu said.

Vice Admiral Chen had just left when Meng Shaoyuan and Meng Linyan lifted the curtain and entered: "Father, are you looking for us?"

"Yeah." Meng Wu motioned for the two to sit down: "The Duke of Fuguo is here, you should pay close attention to the people below these days, and don't let anyone catch anything."

Calling them up in the middle of the night just for this?

Meng Shaoyuan said indifferently: "It's just a kid who hasn't reached the crown yet, will my father be too nervous?"

Different from his dissatisfaction, Meng Linyan's eyes clearly flashed with joy when she heard the words of Duke Fuguo.

That person really came to Nanling Pass...

"What do you know?" Meng Wu mocked: "Why do you think you can sit in this position today? Just because he is a waste prince?"

"And the Wu country, don't bother about it for now."

"Dad thinks he can turn the tide on his own?" Meng Shaoyuan couldn't figure out why his own father had so much confidence in the surname Song, and said with a frown, "We ignore it now. How can you give us a chance to live?"

Meng Wu frowned: "You are right, but Duke Fu..."

Meng Shaoyuan interrupted him and sneered: "Why does my father think General Xiao will come to Nanling Pass?"

Meng Wu was startled.

Knowing that he wanted to understand, Meng Shaoyuan narrowed his eyes, leaned over and lowered his voice: "Why don't we do this..."

In the General's Mansion, Shen Yijia helped Song Jinghuan finish the medicine and changed into clean clothes. Seeing that she was still awake, she muttered, "Didn't Xiao Qirui go to drain the water? Could it be that Sister Huan's body is too weak?"

She sighed, went to the table and poured a cup of tea, and when she noticed something, she froze in place.

Knock knock knock ~ The knock on the door sounded, Shen Yijia squeezed her fingers and went out to open the door.

"Master, why are you here?"

"I think you haven't come back to the house..." Song Jingchen glanced at the house: "Have you not woken up yet?"

Shen Yijia shook her head and said worriedly: "No, Xianggong, Sister Huan, she..."

"Her skin is very firm, don't worry." Song Jingchen was relieved.

Shen Yijia's mouth twitched, how could she say that to a little girl.

"Okay, you've been tired all day, go back and rest first, I'll go in and see her." Song Jingchen said softly.

Shen Yijia tilted her head, wanting to say that she was still in a coma, and she suddenly realized what she thought.

"Then don't kill her..." She pursed her lips and said, "I have something to tell you when you come back."

Song Jingchen rubbed her head: "Okay."

It was too late today, and there was only time to clean up a yard, so their room was not far away.

Watching Shen Yijia go back to the room, Song Jingchen turned around and entered the room. He didn't get close to the bed, he sat down at the table, looked at the motionless person lying on the bed and said, "Stop pretending."

Song Jinghuan's body froze, and he didn't open his eyes.

"Do you think I shouldn't punish you today?" Song Jingchen poured himself a cup of tea.

Hmm, isn't it? She is doing things that are beneficial to Da Xia, not playing.

Seemingly guessing what she was thinking, Song Jingchen continued: "Destroy the black powder and delay the siege plan of the Wu army, this idea is not wrong, but why don't you offer advice to the top? Take your men out of the city without saying a word. , do you think those generals are inferior to you?"

"It is true that the military order is not accepted, but you seem to have forgotten the last sentence that he will not be there!"

"Today you took a mere nine people. When you sit in a higher position in the future, are you planning to let more people accompany you to your death?"

"Hmph, if everyone thinks the same as you and fights their own way, wouldn't this Nanling Pass be a mess?"

Song Jinghuan pursed her lips.

"There was a fierce general Zongzhou..." Song Jingchen paused, took a sip of the tea cup, put it down again, stood up and said, "Forget it, think about it for yourself."

The sound of the door closing sounded, Song Jinghuan opened his eyes and looked at the direction of the door, looking confused...

Song Jingchen went back to the room and saw Shen Yijia sitting cross-legged on the bed looking at her fingers in a daze, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Shen Yijia regained her senses and asked, "Is Sister Huan awake?"

Song Jingchen took off his coat and sat down beside her, and said with a smile, "Didn't you collude with Xiao Qirui to help her? Are you really deceived by that girl?"

Shen Yijia puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'm not concerned if I'm in chaos?"

Not being stupid.

Song Jingchen chuckled and said, "Don't you have something to tell me?"

"It's..." Shen Yijia's small face wrinkled into a ball: "My spiritual fluid seems to be gone."

The drop of spiritual fluid she gathered last time healed her mother's face the day before the big wedding.

It has been more than 20 days since now, normally another drop should have gathered, but there is nothing in her body.

She didn't pay attention because she had been on her way all the time. If it wasn't for the fact that she just wanted to use spiritual fluid to heal Sister Huan...

Song Jingchen froze for a moment, grabbed Shen Yijia's shoulders with both hands, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

"No." Shen Yijia shook her head: "There is nothing uncomfortable."

Aren't you talking about spiritual fluids now? Why did it touch her body again?

What went wrong in the end, so that the beauty Xianggong had the wrong perception that she was made of tofu dregs.

She is a woman who can't even handle the plague!

"Really? I'll ask a doctor to give you a pulse." Song Jingchen was still worried.

Shen Yijia hurriedly grabbed him: "You don't need a doctor, I'm really, really, really fine. I think I'm full of strength now, and I can knock down a cow with one punch."

She waved her fist and noticed something, her face collapsed again: "I'm just a little hungry."

As her voice fell, her stomach also rang in cooperation.

The grunt was especially noticeable in this silent night.

Shen Yijia blushed.

Song Jingchen was annoyed for a while, and said distressedly: "Sorry, I was negligent. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Shen Yijia: How could she be negligent, she only gave her a meal before she entered the barracks.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my stomach must not be treated badly.

"I want to drink porridge."

"What about porridge? Is there any meat you want to eat?" Isn't this girl not fond of meat?

Shen Yijia's face was black: "I just want to eat something light."

Song Jingchen was amused by her expression: "Okay, you can rest for a while, I'll do it for you."

Shen Yijia snorted: "I want to go with you."

"it is good."

Shen Yijia said again: "You carry me."

"it is good."

"But the spirit liquid..."

"Wait for your mother to come and ask her."

As soon as Shen Yijia thought that this was the only way, she put this matter aside for the time being.

There is an uncle who guards the door and a cook in the general's house. Even if Xiao Qirui doesn't come back, the kitchen is always stocked with ingredients.

After confirming again and again that Shen Yijia didn't want to eat meat, Song Jingchen cooked a pot of white porridge.

The cook is a woman in her 40s. She came out to check when she heard the news, and saw an extraordinary man in the small kitchen feeding his wife porridge thoughtfully... The cook was blushing and wanted to quit. The two had spotted her and turned their heads at the same time.

She rubbed her hands uncomfortably, and said with a smirk, "You don't need to do it yourself when you are hungry, just let the servants come."

"Just cook a bowl of porridge, auntie, go back and rest." Song Jingchen said.

The cook was stunned for a moment, but she never thought that the noble person from the capital was so approachable, so she hurriedly said, "I don't dare to be an aunt of the noble person, the slave's surname is Liao, and the noble person can call the slave-girl Liao Shi."

Song Jingchen nodded and didn't speak. He shook a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Shen Yijia's mouth.

At this time, Chef Liao should have left with discernment, but seeing a bowl of white porridge, the fairy-like little lady ate it with relish, and the ghosts and gods said: "The slaves make some sauerkraut on weekdays, if the nobles don't dislike it..."

Song Jingchen did not reject or accept directly, but looked at Shen Yijia: "Want to eat?"

When Shen Yijia heard the sour words, saliva had already secreted from her mouth, and she nodded again and again: "Think."