The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Song Jingchen received Nanfeng's resentful eyes, clenched his fists against his lips and coughed lightly: "It's okay to learn from each other, it will help your skills."

Nanfeng: No, I don't want to.

It doesn't matter whether you think about it or not, because Shen Yijia's small fist has been swung towards his face, and it is also carrying a gust of wind.

Nan Feng was startled. He had only seen Shen Yijia make a move. This was the first time he had faced it. If it was hit in the face, he would have broken his teeth, right? He hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it.

Shen Yijia raised her eyebrows: "If you stay in a daze again, you will be beaten."

Letting him dodge the first punch is for the beauty of Xianggong's face, but her own share still has to be beaten back.

In Shangguan Han's room in the main courtyard, Yantai was dozing off little by little on the feet beside the bed.

A dark shadow suddenly approached outside the door. The man gently pushed the door open a crack, and was about to step over the threshold when a shrill voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Hey, Doctor Fang. Why did you come here so late?" But who is the voice that is not Butler Wan.

Yantai immediately woke up and looked up.

Through the crack of the half-opened door, he could see two people outside, one at the door and the other under the eaves. He quickly got up to meet them.

Dr. Fang cupped his hands and said, "The old man is worried that the prince will come over to take a look. In addition, the research and development of these days is a little confusing, and I want to check the pulse of the prince to confirm."

"You're already thinking." With a smile on his face, Butler Wan instructed Yantai, "Isn't Yantai ready to invite Doctor Fang in?"

"Hey, Doctor Fang, please." Yantai hurriedly bent over to get out of the way.

Doctor Fang, as he said, took Shangguan Han's pulse and left.

Wan Guanshi looked at the back of his leaving, and knocked Yantai's forehead angrily: "I asked you to guard the prince, is that how you guard it?"

Fortunately, it was Doctor Fang who came this time. If he had a heart, he would not even know if he entered the room and harmed the prince.

Yantai thumped his head angrily: "Housekeeper Wan, this servant will never dare again next time."

"It's alright, alright, I'll watch for you for the night first, and you go back to the room to rest." Butler Wan waved his hand.

Yantai glanced at Shangguan Han on the bed, and then at Butler Wan, before hesitatingly said, "This, this is not good?"

However, Young Master Shen said that he would keep guarding the prince.

Seeing him like this, Steward Wan raised his leg and kicked him angrily, and scolded with a smile, "You bastard, can I still hurt the prince?

To say that I have been with the lord for longer than you, anyone can harm the lord, and it is impossible for the old slave. "

Although he said this, he was not angry, but felt very relieved. If there were such heartfelt people around the prince, how could he fall to the point where he is now half-dead.

Yantai scratched his head, and felt that what Butler Wan said made sense, but he still said, "If you are tired, Butler Wan, remember to have someone call me. Don't let anyone take advantage of it."

"Got it, let's go." Butler Wan waved his hand impatiently.

After Yantai left, Butler Wan closed the door, walked to the bed and looked at Shangguan Han and sighed: "My lord, you have to wake up soon."

He bent down and tucked the quilt for him, paused for some reason, and frowned in thought.

Some people didn't sleep all night, but Shen Yijia went back to the house and went to sleep in a good mood after beating him.

Leaving Nan Feng, who was covering his face and bowing his waist, was messed up in the wind, what about the discussion? Except for the first punch that let him dodge, the others behind him hit him abruptly, not giving him the strength to fight back at all.

"Xiang Gong, did you forget something?" Shen Yijia lay on the inside, smashed her mouth and looked at Song Jingchen who was leaning to the side to read.

Song Jingchen didn't lift his head, and asked unintentionally, "What did you forget?"

Shen Yijia gritted her teeth, leaned over and snatched the book from his hand, laying half-body on his chest and looking at him accusingly: "How could you forget? You say, do you have a dog outside?"

dog?

Song Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and said with a puzzled face, "I don't have a dog. We only have a dumpling in our family. You brought it back."

my God!

She finds such a serious husband so cute.

Regardless of whether Song Jingchen remembered it or not, he jumped up and nibbled at his lips.

A smile appeared in Song Jingchen's eyes, he stretched out his arms to embrace the unruly little goblin, turned over and pressed her under him, turning back to the guest, deepening the kiss.

The room was full of fragrance, the spring was beautiful, and the temperature in the room was gradually rising. Song Jingchen looked up at a person with a red face, a soft body, and a seductive look.

His eyes darkened, and he was about to make the next move when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Song Jingchen woke up instantly as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and with a wry smile, he retracted the hand on Shen Yijia's waist, dropped a kiss on her forehead, and coaxed softly: "Okay, today's has been given. You go to sleep first. ,I'll be right back."

Shen Yijia blinked and nodded obediently like a satisfied cat: "Oh."

Waiting for the others to leave, Shen Yijia's annoyed hammer head, obviously he was on top of it at the beginning, why did he feel like he lost his soul when he touched the lips of the beautiful lady?

No, next time I have to be on it myself, I have to press him!

Nanfeng stood outside the door, waiting for a while before someone came to open the door.

He carefully glanced at Song Jingchen's face.

Good, as dark as he expected.

Song Jingchen sat in the study, poured a cup of cold tea for himself and drank it before saying, "Let's talk."

Nan Feng suspects that the next sentence the master wants to say is that if there is nothing important, I want you to look good.

He estimated in his heart that what he was going to say should not be a trivial matter, so he boldly recounted the news from the main courtyard.

"Yantai, Steward Wan, Doctor Fang." Song Jingchen tapped the table with his fingers, spit out three names.

"Who do you think is most likely that person?"

Unexpectedly, the master would ask himself, Nan Feng was stunned for a moment, and after a little thought, he said, "This subordinate thinks that Doctor Fang is the most likely."

Dr. Fang is a doctor, so no one would suspect him when he comes into contact with medicines at ordinary times.

Song Jingchen didn't express his position on his answer, but just threw another question: "Then why did he have so many opportunities before and didn't make a move, but he has to start now?"

"Maybe the lord is now a threat." Nan Feng replied bravely.

The corner of Song Jingchen's lips raised a sneer, yes, I thought it was a threat, so I had to get rid of it quickly, and it really was the style of the royal family.

As for why people who didn't take him seriously would become a threat, Song Jingchen glanced down at his legs.

The sky was light, and the servants of the palace had already got up and started to work.

"Doctor Fang, where are you going this early in the morning?"

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Jiajia: Say, do you have a dog outside?

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