The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

What I thought would be a fierce battle ended in such a dramatic way.

The sky was bright, and everyone was no longer sleepy. Fortunately, they sat in a circle and rested on the floor.

Since the group left, Uncle Yang has been hesitant to say anything.

Song Jingchen didn't seem to see it. He said in a flat tone: "Uncle Yang, everyone hasn't eaten well during this time. Please go and get some game and come back."

Uncle Yang opened his mouth, answered and picked up the bow and arrow that Song Jingchen had put aside.

Shen Yijia glanced at the bow and arrow and muttered, "I'm doing better than that!"

The voice was too low for Song Jingchen to hear clearly.

After a while, Uncle Yang came back with two treated rabbits.

Shen Yijia looked at the two skinned rabbits with joy.

She hadn't eaten meat since she'd been there.

Seeing the crackling sound of the two rabbits being roasted on the fire, Mrs. Li suddenly said, "We are still keeping filial piety."

"Brothers and sisters are still young and need nourishment. Besides, they can't be starved. Presumably grandfather and father won't blame them." Song Jingchen replied in a low voice.

Seeing that the two children were staring at the oily rabbit meat and gulping, Li stopped talking.

"Master, those bandits are doing a lot of evil, we shouldn't." After a long time, Uncle Yang still couldn't hold back his words.

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingchen smiled sarcastically: "Shouldn't you let them go? Uncle Yang, do you still expect me to go up the mountain like this to suppress the gangsters and get rid of violence and peace?"

Uncle Yang wanted to say more.

Song Jingchen was slightly embarrassed, and said coldly: "Uncle Yang, I am no longer a prince who is responsible for guarding the safety of the people in Daxia. I am just a cripple who is not as good as the ordinary people. The ordinary people can still have ideals and aspirations. But I, Brother Hao, and even our descendants in the future can't. And my grandfather fought hard for Daxia all his life, but you can see what happened.

So. What did these bandits do, what did the common people do, and what did they have to do with me? "

Song Jingchen said that his eyes were stained with a touch of red, he closed his eyes, suppressed the tyranny in his heart, and continued: "I can do as my grandfather wished not to be a person in troubled times, but I won't take care of things."

"I agree with Brother Chen." Li said.

Shen Yijia stared at the meat and nodded hastily: "Xiang Gong is right."

Shen Yijia feels that it is stupid, not kind

Song Jingchen's expression turned warm, Uncle Yang sighed, and finally stopped talking.

Everyone fell silent for a while, and all that was left was the crackle of the fire burning.

"Is it okay to eat? It should be okay to eat, right?" Shen Yijia threw herself on the barbecue, not paying attention at all.

There is nothing more important than eating meat.

The few people here had just eaten meat when footsteps were heard in the woods.

When the visitor saw the group of them, they were obviously surprised for a moment.

Shen Yijia took this rabbit leg in her hand and took a bite.

He bared his teeth proudly towards the pedestrian, and said vaguely: "It's really unfortunate that you guys came back. This meat is enough for us to eat. We have to eat it and fight it ourselves."

Hmph, give us a big pie every day and cry for you.

Speaking of which, You sighed in frustration: "Tutu is so cute, how can it be so delicious?"

Guard: "..."

Song Jingchen held his forehead, feeling uncertain about his doubts.

After all, can Shen Yijia's temperament really be able to calculate others?

Well, it's still a long time. Foxes always show their tails.

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