The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Inside Xunyang City, the soldiers lay on their backs tiredly on the road, above the city wall.

Many people still have injuries on their bodies, but all of them have smiles on their faces.

It has been more than a month since the Xiongnu army knelt on the side. Not only did they have to starve, but they also had to be frightened all day long.

Although the Xiongnu army outside had only retreated ten miles for a while, it was hope for them.

"I told you that in the middle of the night, why did you gather the people to make a net for no reason? I didn't expect you to be waiting here." The talking general pointed to the net hanging above, and gave a thumbs up: "It's really yours. "

"Which is what we thought, we are also pointed by someone." Meng Jiang waved his hand modestly.

"Oh? When did we have such a high-level person in the city?" The man asked curiously.

Standing on the side, Zuo Fei suddenly said, "Okay, let's have the broken net repaired first. This time the Huns had some trouble, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to kill next time."

After speaking, he strode away.

"Hey, look at this guy." Meng Jiang nodded with his hand, then turned around and followed.

Uncle Yang was telling Shangguan Han about what Song Jingchen had heard about the Huns.

Suddenly someone outside the door reported: "My lord, there is a group of people outside the city who want to enter the city. They say they are here to find you. General Meng is worried that it is a conspiracy of the Huns, and he does not dare to let people open the city gate."

If these people came a few hours early or yesterday, they would not be able to get close to the city gate. How can the Huns retreat, they will come to such a coincidence.

And the Huns just retreated, how did they avoid the army and get close to the city gate?

Shangguanhan stopped talking and looked at Uncle Yang, and murmured, "Could it be that my cousin brought someone back? Impossible, if it was my cousin, they wouldn't have opened the city gate."

Uncle Yang thought of Yitong and others who were sent by Song Jingchen to find the little prince, and hurriedly said: "My lord, this old slave goes out and have a look."

When Shangguan Han saw his expression, he also wanted to go out, but suddenly thought of something, he lifted half of the quilt and put it back on his lap silently.

Uncle Yang followed the young general who came to report to the city gate and quickly climbed up the city wall.

When he stuck his head out, he could clearly see a group of people outside the city. The most conspicuous thing was that there was a big bug next to the black boy who took the lead.

He has only seen one tube and 30,000 of Nanfeng people, but he doesn't know if the following ones are them.

After thinking for a moment, he wanted to ask "who is coming".

But I didn't want a voice below to sound faster.

"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang. It's me. I'm here to find my husband. Is my husband in there?"

That dream made her feel uneasy, so she wanted to quickly confirm whether Song Jingchen was in the city.

Speaking of which, they were able to avoid the Xiongnu army so smoothly because of the mountain road they followed the Tuanzi.

Nan Feng, who had met her in the middle of the road, twitched at the corners of his mouth.

When Uncle Yang heard this voice, his eyes became even darker, and he almost got carried off the city wall. The eldest son didn't say anything about the young lady's coming.

But he still took out a token and said loudly: "Quick, open the city gate."

In the city, he walked as the advisor of King Anle, and he often followed King Anle. Everyone was not unfamiliar with him.

Although I was curious about who the husband of the dark boy below was, no one had the guts to gossip about Uncle Yang.

The heavy city gate was slowly lowered.

Shen Yijia frowned. Uncle Yang hadn't told her whether Song Jingchen was in or not. If she wasn't, would she be able to come out?

Just as she was about to ask again, Nan Feng suddenly rode his horse beside her and whispered, "My lord might not be still in the city."

In fact, no matter where she is or not, it is best for the young lady not to run around.

Shen Yijia was right when he thought about it, plus so many people on the city wall were watching, it was not good to stick here.

The group entered the city on horseback, and the city gate was closed again.

A Xun rode with Yaoji all the way. Seeing that the city gate opened so easily, he glanced at Shen Yijia with complicated eyes, then turned around and buried his face in Yaoji's arms.

Yaoji watched his actions, sneered, and didn't push him out.

Because of the existence of dumplings, no one dared to ask.

Shen Yijia patiently followed Uncle Yang back to the palace, and when there were no outsiders around, did she ask again, "Uncle Yang, where is the husband?"

Uncle Yang was silent for a while, thinking of Shen Yijia's temperament, and said vaguely: "Young master is busy now, young lady, I will arrange for someone to take you to bathe and wash up, or the son will see you like this..."

Uncle Yang covered his nose and looked at the man dressed as a man with a complicated expression. He had never seen such a sloppy woman in his life.

Shen Yijia looked down at herself and was silent.

When was the last time you had a bath?

She scratched her head in embarrassment.

Hiss, my hair is knotted, it hurts.

If the beauty Xianggong sees her like this...

Shen Yijia felt bad when she thought of that scene.

She stood up abruptly, forgetting all her worries about Song Jingchen.

All she wanted was to not let the beauty Xianggong see her current appearance.

"I want a bath!" she yelled.

Uncle Yang held back his laughter, the young lady is still the same young lady, so foolish.

He hurriedly summoned a young servant to give a few words in his ear, and the man had to retreat immediately.

The servants of the palace acted quickly, and before the time for a cup of tea, a maid came to report that the water was ready.

Shen Yijia was about to follow the maid, and behind him Tuanzi, Mo Yuan, A Xun and Yaoji subconsciously stood up and followed.

After a few steps, a few people realized that something was wrong.

They are really used to it this way.

Shen Yijia looked back at the three of them inexplicably, and then said to Uncle Yang, "Let someone take them to bathe."

Glancing at the pitiful dumpling, he added, "Oh, yes, there are dumplings."

stinky.

Uncle Yang's attention was all on Xun at this time, and he didn't react until Nan Feng coughed lightly, and hurriedly said, "It's all arranged."

A Xun glanced meaningfully at Nan Feng and Uncle Yang, and raised his little brows.

Nanfeng didn't expect things to be so coincidental, and the two people they were looking for actually got together.

Thinking of Yitong who was still looking for someone outside, he hurriedly arranged for someone to find them back.

Shen Yijia followed the maid to the bathroom, sent out the person who was going to serve her in the bath, and it took an hour to wash herself fragrantly.

When she came out, her face was flushed with heat, and if it wasn't for the thought of wanting to see Song Jingchen supporting her, she would have almost fallen asleep in the tub.

When the maidservant guarding the door saw her coming out, they all froze in place.

I saw her draping her blue silk over her shoulders, wearing a concubine's color cross-collar skirt, and the fiery red flower tint on her forehead was the finishing touch.

Is this the same person who just entered?

Shen Yijia blinked, wanting to ask if she could help her get a beautiful bun.

Suddenly, a loud noise came, saying something came back.

Shen Yijia's eyes lit up, and she ran out like a gust of wind.

Mei Xianggong, here I come!