The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

In the living room, the man who claimed to be the Chicken King wore a mask and sat on the Taishi chair with his legs crossed. When he saw Fan Mingyuan coming in, he casually got up and cupped his hands to him: "Your Majesty."

What Fan Mingyuan disliked the most was this kind of unruly person. He frowned slightly, and his confidence in the important thing in his mouth was greatly reduced.

However, due to the gentleman's style, he did not drive away the people immediately, nodded and asked, "The chicken king?"

He should have thought long ago, what kind of serious person can take such a name.

"It's Caomin." Chicken King sat back on the chair and took a sip from the tea cup beside him.

Fan Mingyuan frowned, walked to the main seat and sat down: "I heard that you have something important to report to this official, what is it?"

"Well," Chicken King glanced at Master Ma, who followed Fan Mingyuan in, and hesitated.

Fan Mingyuan was a little impatient: "Master Ma is his own person, you can say it directly if you have something to do."

The chicken king didn't seem to want to annoy him either. He put down the teacup and took out a bulging envelope from his arms and handed it over: "What you want."

Fan Mingyuan glanced at Master Ma, who immediately walked over to take the envelope.

I thought that the chicken king would at least say something, but he didn't want him to lift his robe and get up: "The things have been delivered, and the grass people will retire first."

Before Fan Mingyuan could answer, the man had already turned and left.

"Sir, do you want to send someone to follow you?" Master Ma asked.

Fan Mingyuan shook his head: "No need."

He took the envelope from Master Ma and opened it, with a thick stack of paper inside.

Fan Mingyuan started to look at the first picture, and the more he watched, the more he frowned, and he looked straight at the back, and his face was full of shock.

At the end, he broke out in a cold sweat as if he was picked up from the water, and slumped back on the chair.

"Sir, this." Master Ma was equally shocked. He couldn't believe the content above.

"How much do you think this is true?" Fan Mingyuan took a long time to find his voice.

Master Ma glanced at Fan Mingyuan cautiously: "Eighty percent."

"Prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, this matter must be reported to Your Majesty." Fan Mingyuan stood up and ordered.

"No, my lord." Master Ma stopped him, and when he met Fan Mingyuan's puzzled gaze, he seemed to have made up his mind to lift his robe and knelt down: "Sir. This matter is very involved, if you report it like this , not only does not help things, but counter-attacks the scourge of killing.

I know that adults are righteous, but have you ever thought about your loyal people, is he really worth it?

No breaking, no standing, my lord. "

Fan Mingyuan only felt his head buzzing as Master Ma's words entered his ears.

He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed softly: "I suddenly understood why the teacher insisted on letting me go out as an official."

Everyone thought that he stayed in the teacher's study for more than an hour before leaving Beijing because he was persuading the teacher to agree to his release.

But I don't know the truth, on the contrary, he wants to do real things, but he has no right to act in his hands. But the teacher told him that his temper was too stubborn and easy to get into the horns, and he was not suitable for the complicated Kyoto.

Zi Xiu, Zi Xiu, 'Like a person who is honing and grinding, he is self-cultivating. ’

The teacher thought about everything for him, and he didn't go back to see him once for many years, and he never even sent a greeting letter back.

He thought that as long as he made political achievements, was promoted, and returned to Kyoto, the teacher would know that he was wrong.

It turned out that the fault had always been his own, his self-righteousness.

Master Ma didn't know what was going on, but now hearing him suddenly mention Song Yi, he couldn't help but worry: "Sir."

Fan Mingyuan waved his hand: "I'm fine, you can go down."

Shen Yijia waited at home for two days and couldn't help but be surprised when she didn't see Xiao Ruoshui.

"Could it be that you have already returned to Beijing?" Shen Yijia muttered, and opened the study door to find that Song Jingchen, who had been in the study all day, was not there.

The last time Song Jingchen picked out a few books for her, she didn't know where she left them after reading them once. She thought that it would be fine if she was idle, so she might as well read the books.

Shen Yijia walked in, flipped through the bookcase but didn't see it.

"Where is it?" She looked around the study and set her sight on the back row of bookshelves.

In fact, she had long forgotten what those books were called, that is, she just read it at will, ready to wait for Song Jingchen to come back and let him find it.

Shen Yijia glanced over and was about to go out to find Song Jingchen. Her eyes fell on a small piece of blue cloth in the corner of the bookshelf, which was exposed obliquely. It should have been stuffed inside, but Song Jingchen accidentally took it out when she was taking the book. of.

She walked over and wanted to stuff it back. Seeing the familiar fabric, Shen Yijia said in surprise, "Hey, isn't this what I used to pack the books I gave to my husband?"

She chose this blue cloth herself, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Shen Yijia frowned, pulled it out, and suddenly the dust flew up. She hurriedly covered her nose with black lines all over her head.

Now she can be completely sure, because the books inside are still there, and looking at the thickness of the ash, Shen Yijia suspects that Song Jingchen has never opened it.

"Hmph, they said it would look good." Shen Yijia pouted, patted off the ash at will, and opened the package.

Sure enough, three good books were lying there, exactly the same as when she bought them back.

Shen Yijia took out the book. Before, she only knew a few words in total, so she didn't know the title of the book, but at least she knew it now.

I saw that the titles of the three books were "Eighteen Forms of Yin-Yang Acacia", "The Heart Sutra of the Jade Girl" and "The Rare Book of National Colors and Heavenly Fragrance".

Shen Yijia blinked, why did the first two books look like legendary martial arts secrets? There is a third book, which teaches people to taste incense? If your husband doesn't like it, you can give it to Lin Shao.

Thinking like this, she put aside the first two books that she was interested in, and prepared to take the third book to Lin Shao.

As soon as Shen Yijia went out on the front foot, Song Jingchen came back on the back foot. As soon as he entered the study, he realized that something was wrong. When he approached and saw the two extra books on the bookcase, his whole person was not well.

The blue cloth was still thrown on the ground, but there was one book missing, and Shen Yijia didn't think about anyone who would enter the study at will.

Song Jingchen felt his forehead throbbing, and hurriedly drove his wheelchair out to find someone.

Here, Shen Yijia searched around to find Lin Shao. He was feeding the horses with fodder. Usually, he did this work. Occasionally, Shen Yijia would feed it a few times when she remembered it.

"Sister-in-law." Seeing Shen Yijia, Lin Shao called out, threw the last handful of grass into the trough and patted the grass clippings in his hand.

Shen Yijia handed the book to him after seeing that his hands were clean: "This is for you, open it and see if you like it."

"Is it for me?" Lin Shao's eyes flashed with joy. Although he is not short of food and clothing now, he is always happy to receive gifts.

He wiped his hand on his clothes again before he solemnly stretched out to pick it up