The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

With the side dishes given by Mrs. Liao, Shen Yijia drank two bowls of porridge in a row. If Song Jingchen was afraid that she would not let her eat, she would have to finish a pot of porridge.

There was no dream all night, and early the next morning, Shen Yijia woke up to a deafening sound of bombing.

She jumped up from the bed, just at this moment, Song Jinghuan's voice sounded outside the door.

"Sister-in-law, are you awake?"

Shen Yijia reached out and touched the outside of the bed, where there was no temperature, it could be seen that Song Jingchen had already woken up.

"Wake up, come in," she said.

Song Jinghuan came in with a basin of water, seeing her still looking sleepy, she couldn't help complaining: "Did the movement outside wake you up? This Wu Kingdom army is too hateful, it doesn't stop for a day, but it just rushes and rushes. don't go..."

Shen Yijia saw her reciting incessantly, and asked amusingly, "Aren't you mad at me anymore?"

Song Jinghuan blushed, turned around embarrassedly and put the basin away: "I, how can I be angry with my sister-in-law."

Shen Yijia put on her shoes and got out of bed, and leaned over to look at her: "No? Who pretended to be dizzy and ignored me last night?"

"Sister-in-law." Song Jinghuan begged for mercy: "I know you and eldest brother are for my own good. I was wrong. I shouldn't be petty, please forgive me."

She dressed as a man in a bunt commoner that was easy to move, because she was born tender, so she wouldn't look twisted like this.

However, if Sun Hao and the others saw it, his jaw would definitely drop.

Is this still the little guy they know who is small but likes to pretend to be an adult?

Shen Yijia pinched her face and said generously, "Okay."

After washing up, thinking of what Song Jinghuan said when she came in, she asked again, "The army of the Wu Kingdom came to attack the city, so your eldest brother went to the tower?"

"It should be, but don't worry, sister-in-law. They come here once a day. Sometimes they come back after the day and night. They didn't let them in before, but now that the elder brother is here, they have even less chance."

What she didn't say was that many soldiers were sacrificed every day defending the city, and the morale of the soldiers was getting lower and lower.

Fortunately, my brother is here now...

Shen Yijia nodded, she didn't understand the war, but she believed in the beautiful husband.

Song Jinghuan was afraid that she would think too much, so he changed the topic and said, "Actually, I didn't see him when I got up. It was Aunt Liao who told me to let me accompany you at home today."

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows: "Looking at you, you seem unhappy?"

Song Jinghuan shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, there is no fun in fighting and killing, of course, it is more important to be with my sister-in-law."

Anyway, she is a firefighter now. Even if she goes, she can only boil water and cook for everyone. She has no chance to go to the battlefield at all. It is better to accompany my sister-in-law...

Seeing what she was thinking, Shen Yijia looked at her with a faint smile.

Song Jinghuan smiled pleasantly: "Sister-in-law, are you hungry? The elder brother deliberately told you to leave breakfast for you in the kitchen, and I'll bring it to you."

Shen Yijia embarrassed: "No need, I'll go eat it myself."

When passing the table in the center of the room, Shen Yijia paused, picked up the book on it, flipped through two pages, and muttered, "Xianggong didn't prepare it because he was afraid that I would be bored? Wouldn't it be more boring to watch this stuff? "

It's not that she is narcissistic, she learned that Song Jingchen will never put books in disorder, let alone put them in such a conspicuous position.

Song Jinghuan looked over and exclaimed, "It's the military record of the previous dynasty."

Shen Yijia glanced at her, well, she is still narcissistic, this book was not prepared for her at all.

Song Jinghuan scratched his head and explained: "Yesterday, my eldest brother mentioned Zongzhou, the former fierce general, to me, but he didn't talk about it. It made me think about it all night."

It turned out that, Shen Yijia handed her the book: "Then look at it first, I'll go have breakfast."

Song Jinghuan took the book and opened her mouth to say yes, but she shook her head after thinking of something: "I'll accompany my sister-in-law, it's the same when I read the book later."

Shen Yijia squinted: "What did your eldest brother say besides asking you to accompany me? For example, look at me and don't let me go out?"

Song Jinghuan's face showed a guilty conscience: "Sister-in-law~"

"Hmph, let's go." The girl couldn't look at her anyway.

But Song Jingchen knew more about her, how could he not have thought of this?

Just as Shen Yijia was filling her stomach and was about to trick Song Jinghuan to lead her way, You Yi appeared with three black balls in her arms.

"Miss, these two black gunpowders were given to you by my uncle, and this is given by me. Do you want to study them?"

He deliberately put the one he gave him in the middle, obviously he couldn't see his expression, but Shen Yijia just saw that he was full of flattery.

Just, very strange.

Going out may not be able to help the beauty Xianggong, but if you can make black gunpowder, it must be a great achievement.

After some deliberation, Shen Yijia finally decided not to go out.

"Let's dismantle the black powder." She picked one up in one hand: "Are there any sharper weapons here?"

Black powder has iron outside, and it is impossible for ordinary weapons to cut through it.

Song Jinghuan took the initiative to say, "I'll ask."

They were all coming to the General's Mansion for the first time, and of course no one in the mansion knew about it.

Not long after, an old man who was over fifty years old followed Song Jinghuan.

"Sister-in-law, he is Uncle Cheng." Song Jinghuan introduced.

Uncle Cheng is another person in this mansion besides Chef Liao, who is responsible for guarding the gate on weekdays.

"Mrs. Guogong." Cheng Bo bowed respectfully.

Shen Yijia nodded: "Is there a arsenal in this mansion?"

There should be such a place in the General's Mansion.

"Some of them are left by the previous General Gao, in the East Courtyard."

In the past, Nanling Pass was not Meng Wu's largest, but General Gao, the owner of this mansion.

That was a fierce general who did not lose to Grandpa Song, but Grandpa Song followed the Founding Emperor to Chang'an, and General Gao stayed at Nanling Pass to guard, but later...

Thinking of the fate of the Gao family, Ming Bo shook his head and said, "General Xiao didn't ask about it after he moved in, so this key is still kept by this old slave."

The number of times Xiao Qirui has lived here can be counted with both hands.

Mingbo has no doubt that Xiao Qirui doesn't know anything except the way to his yard and study.

Although this way can preserve the original appearance of the mansion to the greatest extent, but after so many years, Emperor Chong'an has also received due retribution, Ming Bo still hopes that it will welcome a new owner.

Shen Yijia said, "Take us to see."

"Hey, good."

Mingbo wiped the corners of his eyes without a trace, and was busy leading the way in front of him.

You saw Shen Yijia walking away with two black gunpowders in her arms, leaving the lonely one in the middle to stay where she was, and silently picked up and followed.

Entering the East Courtyard, Shen Yijia and Song Jinghuan gasped in unison. This courtyard occupies twice the size of an ordinary courtyard, right?

What is outrageous is that there is only one room in the entire yard, and the huge open space that has been set aside has been converted into a martial arts training ground.

There was clearly nothing on the weapon racks around the martial arts training ground, and it was even covered with ashes.

But for a moment, the two seemed to see a majestic general holding a heavy weapon and sweating like rain.

"When General Gao was still here, he would come here to practice martial arts every day." Mingbo remembered.

In the past, he would clean the place every day, but as he gets older and goes in to maintain the weapons inside, he can't take care of it outside.

Shen Yijia hadn't heard of General Gao, and didn't know who he was, but Song Jinghuan was different. Even if she didn't understand it before, she knew about it after coming to Nanling Pass.

It is natural to know that General Gao is a veteran who was killed by Emperor Chong'an, and now he should be Emperor Taishang, who was accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason.

Compared to the Gao family who didn't even leave the baby in the swaddle, their Song family seemed to be much luckier.

Uncle Ming took the key to open the lock and explained, "The weapons are all kept here. The old slave has been taking care of them for the past few years, and they are all fine."

The door was opened, and there was no dust in the imagination, but it seemed as Mingbo said, he often came in to clean.

There are all kinds of weapons in it, Song Jinghuan's eyes are straight when he sees it.

Shen Yijia was also surprised, but what attracted her most was the stringless giant bow placed in the middle.

The reason why it is called the giant bow is that it is not only longer than ordinary bows, but also thicker than her arms.

The whole bow is dark black, and it looks very domineering.

Seeing her interest, Ming Bo introduced: "This bow is made of black iron, because it is too heavy, so far no one..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Yijia picked up the bow directly, and still dangled it in her hand.

I'm darling, this thing is heavier than the beauty husband.

Ming Bo stared at Shen Yijia in disbelief.

"What did you just say?" Shen Yijia asked.

Ming Bo returned to his senses, carefully observed the bow in her hand, and determined that it was the one that had not been adjusted before, and swallowed, "No, it's nothing."

Not to mention the fact that General Gao worked so hard to find Xuan Tie and ordered someone to shoot this bow, but in the end it was too heavy to carry.

There is no one left, so he has to save some face for him.

In fact, when this bow was first made, it was still a sensation at Nanling Pass for quite a while. General Gao even threatened to give it to anyone who could pick it up. All the soldiers in the army took turns to try it, but no one succeeded.

Reluctant to destroy it and rebuild it, General Gao simply put it in the warehouse.

"Oh." Shen Yijia didn't think too much about it, she gestured a few times with her bow and asked, "Why doesn't this bow have strings?"

"Yes, yes. Because no one is using it, the strings are kept separately, and there are matching arrows." Ming Bo's whole person became more energetic, and he looked at his legs and feet neatly.

It doesn't matter what the lady of this country eats to grow up so strong, he can see this bow being pulled open in his lifetime, and he can talk to General Gao after his death.

"What kind of bow is this, it's so ugly." Song Jinghuan came over to ask, attracted by the movement here.

Shen Yijia blinked: "Ugly? I think it's handsome."

"Are you handsome?" Song Jinghuan read it carefully again, and pouted, "It's pitch black, where is it handsome?"