The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"You can discuss matters in the city. If you really can't decide, you can find me. As for the lord."

Song Jingchen turned to look at Dr. Fang, and cupped his hands: "My lord has Dr. Lao Fang here."

"Don't dare to be, this old man will do his best." Doctor Fang waved his hands again and again, avoiding a few steps in fear and not daring to accept Song Jingchen's gift. Others don't know who this is, could he still not know?

He only has a handful of old bones left now, and he is really afraid that he will lose his life if he suffers it. After all, even the prince is respectful in front of this person, and he never dared to make nonsense.

It didn't help that everyone stayed here. The generals quickly said goodbye and left, and Steward Wan followed to send a few people out of the house.

Doctor Fang stepped forward to check Shangguanhan's pulse again, and the pulse was the same as just before, which at least showed that Shangguanhan had no worries about his life for the time being.

He hesitated for a moment and said, "Young Master Shen, this old man wants to take some of the prince's blood and go back to see if he can prepare an antidote."

Song Jingchen glanced at the inkstone platform, and the inkstone platform immediately went to prepare.

Without the need for Doctor Fang to do anything, Yantai made a cut on Shangguanhan's wrist and took a small cup of blood for him.

Doctor Fang hurriedly took it and wrapped up Shangguan Han before leaving.

For a while, only Song Jingchen, Shen Yijia and Yantai were left in the room.

Song Jingchen stepped forward and probed Shangguan Han's breath, although it was light, at least there was.

"Sir, our lord is him." Yantai said worriedly.

Song Jingchen frowned and looked at Yantai: "After I left yesterday, did he still eat?"

When Yantai thought about yesterday, she looked at Shen Yijia with a complicated expression. It was true that this lady was too cruel.

He could see clearly at the door, so he remembered it firmly.

Just as he was about to shake his head to say no, there was a sudden flash in his mind, and he hurriedly said, "After you left yesterday, I poured a cup of tea for the prince to rinse his mouth.

Later, the prince kept complaining about his stomach pain, so I helped him go back to the room to rest.

Until this morning, I saw that the prince was late to get up and went in to call him, whoever thought about it would not be able to wake up. "

As he said that, Yantai's eyes turned red again, why is his prince's life so bitter?

Song Jingchen rubbed his forehead: "Is that tea still there?"

"No. But the lord accidentally spilled the tea on his body at that time, and I didn't have time to take the clothes to wash them." Without waiting for Song Jingchen's orders, Yantai ran out and came in with a robe after a while.

Song Jingchen took it and glanced at it, it was indeed what Shangguan Han wore yesterday.

He tore off the piece of cloth stained with tea, and threw the clothes back to Yantai: "It was burned in this room."

Inkstone is busy.

Back in the yard, Shen Yijia thought that Song Jingchen would immediately call Mo Yuan to check whether the tea stain on the cloth was poison from Wangyousan.

But he didn't want him to directly bring a fire book and burn it.

Then he picked up the book and read it like a normal person.

Shen Yijia scratched her head, feeling that her mind was full of mucus, and she couldn't understand what he meant at all.

She only knew that Song Jingchen couldn't care less about Shangguanhan's life or death, otherwise he wouldn't come to Xunyang.

Is he doing this now because he doesn't want to worry about it, so he deliberately acts calm?

"Xianggong, drink tea." Shen Yijia poured a cup of tea and handed it over, carefully watching his expression.

Song Jingchen glanced at her, took the teacup, took a sip, put the teacup aside and continued to bury his head in reading.

Shen Yijia:

Very good, this is Song Jingchen.

She turned her head to look at the old lady who was sweeping outside, picked up the feather duster as if nothing had happened, and began to sweep dust all over the room.

Starting from the corners and corners, then to the table, swiping and swiping to Song Jingchen's side.

"Raise your legs."

"Yes, hand, raise your hand too."

"Ass, move ass, there is dust on the stool."

Seeing Shen Yijia slapping the feather duster all over her body, Song Jingchen's forehead jumped, and he suspected that the girl really wanted to sweep him.

Shen Yijia has been secretly paying attention to Song Jingchen's reaction from the corner of her eye, and she is relieved to see that he is not like a wooden stake after all.

Dahua said it. When you're in a bad mood, you can't hold it back by yourself, you have to let it out, or you won't be able to hold it back.

"Why do you think there's so much dust in this house? The old lady Sasao must be lazy. I'll have to talk about them later." Shen Yijia waved the feather duster in a random manner, muttering constantly with her small mouth.

The corners of Song Jingchen's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to block the chicken feathers that were about to hit his face.

He turned his hand to hold Shen Yijia's hand, and the other hand took away the feather duster in her hand and threw it aside, pulling the person into his arms: "Just say what you want to say."

Shen Yijia moved her buttocks to find a comfortable place to sit, and then smiled at Song Jingchen: "Actually, I can."

"No need." Before Shen Yijia could finish speaking, Song Jingchen interrupted her directly, staring into her eyes and saying word by word, "Wangyou San, there is no antidote."

It is unusual for a long-lost poison to suddenly appear frequently in Xunyang.

Moreover, the young lady Mo Yuan was talking about knew that she was not an ordinary person, and she was willing to teach her to make poison. She must have trusted her. If the poison had a solution, she would not just not teach her how to detoxify it.

Since it has not been taught, it means that the antidote to this poison may not exist at all.

The person who took out such a poison now must think the same. If this girl really detoxifies the poison, it will probably attract that person's attention.

Now he doesn't even know who the other party is or what power he has, so how could he let Shen Yijia take risks.

not to mention.

Song Jingchen's lips curled into a sneer.

Shen Yijia didn't know what Song Jingchen was thinking, so she puffed her cheeks and wanted to refute.

At this moment, Mo Yuan, who was dressed in men's clothes, walked in and saw her young lady sitting on her uncle's lap. This was considered outrageous, but her face was still completely calm.

She clenched her fists towards Song Jingchen and said expressionlessly, "Uncle, the blood in Doctor Fang's hand has been replaced."

Song Jingchen nodded to indicate that he knew, and Mo Yuan turned around without saying a word.

Shen Yijia: ? ? ? ?

good guy.

She did not go to monitor anyone without her consent before.

Now it's good, both of them have started smuggling behind her back.

The most important thing is that she doesn't understand what the two people mean at all.

"What blood? Shangguan Han's? How did you ask Mo Yuan to exchange blood for Doctor Fang to study the antidote?" With Song Jingchen around, Shen Yijia always asked if she didn't understand.

After all, with such a think tank by her side, what does she do to think about things that she can't understand at all.

Song Jingchen looked at her confused face, and felt amused. He pressed her twisted body and whispered something in her ear.

Shen Yijia first felt itchy ears and wanted to laugh, but when she heard what Song Jingchen said, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Since Shangguanhan's poison was given by the beauty Xianggong?