The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

A cold voice came from behind the crowd, and Shen Yijia's full of anger disappeared instantly after hearing the voice.

Guiltily, she retracted her feet, lowered her head, and stood up straight.

The people even consciously stepped back to give way to both sides, revealing the masked man standing outside the crowd.

Shen Yijia secretly glanced at the person who was slowly approaching her, her hands constantly twisting the hem of her clothes.

She clearly lied to the beauty and said to see if Shangguan Han was still breathing, how could she be caught?

As soon as he thought about it, his hand was held, and then his head was rubbed a few times.

Shen Yijia raised her head blankly and met a pair of smiling eyes.

Shen Yijia tilted her head, the beautiful lady doesn't blame her for lying? She felt relieved, couldn't help grinning, and said sweetly: "Xianggong, I didn't hit anyone."

She pointed to the few people lying on the ground, and said with a serious face: "They fell on their own, and I was about to ask them if they wanted me to help them up? Right?"

Shen Yijia had a smile on her face when she looked at the few people on the ground, and winked at them.

"Yes, yes, we fell on our own."

"No need to help, no need to help, we can get up by ourselves."

Several people were shocked by her, and they helped each other to get up.

The corner of Song Jingchen's mouth raised a beautiful arc, and when he turned to look at the few people who had just stood up, his eyes were already cold.

"General Meng, didn't you say that there is too much wasteland outside Xunyang City, and no one is farming it?

I can see that these people are quite idle. There is a shortage of food in the city. Now the wasteland is opened up so that it can be used for farming in the next spring. "

Meng Jiang was stunned for a moment, wanting to say that even if those wastelands were opened, nothing could be planted, but Song Jingchen's eyes swept away, and he suddenly became hoarse.

I remembered Zuo Fei's explanation and what the little lady just said.

The tiger's eyes glared at those people and scolded: "Young Master Shen is right, I think you are too idle, so you will learn the way of women and talk about it here."

After scolding those people, they turned to the onlookers: "And you too, aren't you busy enough with the city's affairs? Why are you here to join in the fun?

In the future, let me hear you who are saying that the prince was murdered by Young Master Shen, and they all tied them up to open up wasteland outside the city. "

Seeing that the people who have said so much have not moved, they all stood still.

He patted the back of the head of the people around him angrily: "What are you still doing, tying these people to me and throwing them outside the city to open up wasteland."

Song Jingchen looked at his resolute action, raised his eyebrows without refuting, looked at Shen Yijia and said in a low voice, "Let's go home."

Shen Yijia didn't expect that the beautiful lady had seen it, and she was so powerful as soon as she shot, she happily took his hand and shook it: "Well, go home."

Home is where there are beauties.

Originally, I didn't know why the beauty Xianggong came so quickly, but when she saw Nanfeng Shen Yijia who was waiting on the side, she reacted and squinted at him.

Hmph, dare to sue me for the black state, you want to finish.

Nan Feng's face instantly collapsed, with a look of grievance: I really don't blame him, it was obviously the master who took the initiative to ask, who made him happen to see the back of the young lady leaving the house, does he dare to lie to the master?

Well now, I didn't offend the master, but offended the young lady, and

He glanced at a few people with blue noses and swollen faces, and couldn't help touching his face.

The young lady seems to be more terrifying than the master, and she does it directly.

The two returned to the house, and Song Jingchen personally fetched water to wash Shen Yijia's little hands back and forth: "If they like to talk, let them talk about it, it doesn't affect me very much, and my original intention is not to save them."

He had seen through these things long ago, and his grandfather guarded the people of Daxia all his life.

At first, some people thought about his goodness, but once the people with intentions provoke a few words casually, those people did not start to speak slanderous words one by one.

This is human nature.

Shen Yijia puffed out her cheeks angrily, turned away Song Jingchen's hand and turned her back to him: "What's not your original intention, anyway, it's a fact that you saved them.

You don't care, I do. I'm not willing to say a single word to you, so why let them say it, and let me hear it next time, I'll fight again. "

After a moment of silence behind her, Shen Yijia thought Song Jingchen was angry, but she didn't want her back to stick to a warm and broad chest.

Song Jingchen put his hands around her waist, put his chin on Shen Yijia's head, and said with a chuckle, "Okay, if you don't like to hear it, then I won't let them have the opportunity to speak ill of me in the future."

Although Shen Yijia has said this kind of straightforward maintenance many times, every time she hears Song Jingchen, she still feels that her heart skips a beat.

Hearing what he said, Shen Yijia grinned, looked down at Song Jingchen's hand that was clasped on her stomach, turned around and hugged his waist, muttering, "That's right, something we haven't done before. , what to do to let others splash dirty water."

Song Jingchen hummed softly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Yes, why do you allow others to distort the facts for things you haven't done, but some people's slander is not so easily clarified.

In a dilapidated courtyard in Xunyang City, a man in a black robe paced restlessly back and forth in the dimly lit room.

It is true that Wangyousan is not wrong in King Anle, but why is there still a breath after so long?

He turned around and looked at a corpse on the bed. It was also Wuyousan and had the same symptoms, but the person died two hours after taking it.

If Shen Yijia was here, she would definitely recognize that it was the little servant who hit her.

The man was pacing and thinking, this is the normal medicinal properties of Wangyou San, what is the problem?

It's a pity that his understanding of this poison is too limited, and he doesn't know its preparation method at all, and the medicine given by that person has already been used up.

What's more, there seems to be only one person guarding King Anle, but in fact, there are eyeliners everywhere, just waiting for him to fall into the trap, so he can't find a chance to attack again.

Originally, he wanted to use the rumors to stir up anger among the people to restrain the son of Shen, and at the worst, he would drive him out of Xunyang City, but he didn't want to miss a woman.

How could he not be in a hurry.

At the end of September, it was about to enter October, and the weather was getting colder and colder.

"Young madam, I, I admit defeat"

Shen Yijia raised her chin: "Man, man, how come you haven't fought something."

She turned to look at Song Jingchen standing under the corridor.

Song Jingchen chuckled: "Be scared before you fight"

Shen Yijia Xingyan: "Yes, that's it."

A beautiful lady is smart.

Nan Feng said with a bitter face: "Master, why are you?" You also let the young lady make a fool of yourself, and it doesn't matter who I am offending people for.