The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Back at the house, Shen Yijia hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice and took out the potato.

Potatoes are still the same as they were a few days ago, and I have to say that they have changed. That is, the moldy place has expanded a bit.

Shen Yijia asked Steward Wan to find a larger flower pot, ran into the yard and dug some soil into it, and buried the whole potato directly in the soil.

Butler Wan saw the corners of his mouth twitching. Even if he had never hit the ground, he knew that it was impossible for moldy things to grow and live. This aunt was so simple and rude.

Don't say that this potato is necrotic, even if it is a good one, he estimates that she will have to die like this.

"Madam, what are you doing, just let the old slave come, how can I bother you to do it yourself?" When he was in the palace, he saw many women who liked to plant flowers and plants, and once they died, they would still be planted. To cry and cry, hurt the spring and mourn the autumn for a long time.

Song Gongzi cares about his wife so much. If he is crying because of this, Song Gongzi will not feel bad.

Song Gongzi is in a bad mood, can their prince still have a good life?

In order to prevent such a thing from happening, he would want to take over the job.

Of course he didn't think he had the ability to grow the potatoes alive, but he could plant something else for him.

This thing actually flowed in from the outside, and no one must know what he will look like when he grows out.

He can even change the flower species and send it back when it grows flowers.

Butler Wan felt that this was a surefire way.

It's a pity that Shen Yijia didn't accept his love at all and drove him away directly.

If you know what he thinks, maybe you have to ask, do you think I am stupid and easy to deceive?

Butler Wan blamed himself for being boring, so he could only leave in despair.

After the others left, Shen Yijia returned to the room with the flower pot in her hand, and told Mo Yuan to stay at the door and not allow anyone to come in.

In the room, she had prepared a basin of water in advance, and she dropped a drop of spiritual liquid into the water in distress.

Then, he sprinkled some water diluted with the spiritual liquid into the flower pot, lying on the table and staring at the place where the potatoes were buried without blinking.

Unfortunately, she waited for a long time and there was no response there.

Shen Yijia scratched her little head in annoyance, didn't she say that this spiritual liquid can live dead, flesh and bones? Why can't even a small potato be saved.

Or is she watering too little? Thinking like this, Shen Yijia gritted her teeth and poured some water into the flowerpot again, and didn't stop until the soil inside was completely soaked.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, still no response. But this time she didn't pour water into it, even if she didn't understand it, she knew that it was too much.

She was afraid that if it was poured again, the half-dead potato was directly drowned by her.

Maybe the time is too short? Thinking of this possibility, Shen Yijia continued to wait patiently. If she couldn't grow it alive after adding spiritual fluid, then she had no other choice.

She looked bored for a long time, and the sleepiness gradually came...

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle. On the deserted mountain road, a carriage full of bells slowly passed by.

The bells collided with each other under the driving of the carriage and made a pleasant sound, which added a bit of vitality to this silent mountain road.

The driver of the carriage was a woman of about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The woman was dressed in white, with no expression on her face, looking extraordinarily cold.

"Mo Yu." The curtain of the carriage was suddenly opened by a slender, white hand.

The woman who was called Mo Yu stopped the carriage and turned her head to respectfully call: "Young Master."

"Where have you been?" The woman's voice was like a stream of water and bluestone, melodious and melodious, like water like a song.

Just by listening to this voice, you can know that the woman in the carriage must be a peerless beauty.

"It will take ten days to enter the Great Xia Kingdom." Mo Yu replied, she paused and hesitated to speak. "Young Master, you really shouldn't go out of the valley privately. If you let the high priest know, I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid, even if daddy knows about it, he won't blame me. Do you think that without his acquiescence, the two of us can go this far?" The woman's tone was full of disdain: "Besides, don't you want to personally Avenged your brother?"

Mo Yu bit his lower lip, lowered his eyes and said, "Naturally, he wants to, but Mo Yu is even more reluctant to see the young master punished, and the elders in the valley also..."

She was born in the same child as her elder brother, but her elder brother, who was born earlier than her, suffered from a strange disease since he was a child, and he stopped growing when he was ten years old.

Speaking of her elder brother, she actually always loved him like her younger brother. Who would have thought that someone would be killed after going out of the valley? How could she not want to avenge him.

"How could that be? Don't forget, your brother is gone, and Yanaka should have sent another person to assist that person. Who else do you think is more suitable than me? As for those stubborn old guys.

Oh, my father is the high priest, and I am the future owner of the valley. What can those people do if they don't want to? I'm not like that woman. "

"Those people are naturally inferior to you, the young master."

"Yeah, instead of letting those useless things come out to be shameful. Why don't you let me come, I must think so too." This should be a arrogant remark, but it was said by this woman, you only It will feel like it should be.

Mo Yu pursed his lips and stopped speaking out to persuade him. Anyone who came out of the valley would be the best, but compared with their young master, they could only be called trash.

The woman changed the topic and said lightly: "Let's go directly to the capital of Daxia, don't worry, I will help you to avenge your brother's revenge."

"Yes."

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"What about your lady?"

"Rest in the room."

"Has she had dinner?"

"No, after the lady had lunch, she locked herself in the room and specifically told the servants not to disturb anyone."

"Send this to the kitchen and let someone cook the soup and then bring it."

"Yes."

Shen Yijia heard such a conversation in a daze, followed by the sound of opening and closing the door. She tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, rubbed her eyes and raised her head.

The sight was a clump of green leaves. She was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had read it wrong, and blinked her eyes. From the green leaves blooming and even withering in her eyes, the whole process was less than a cup of tea. time.

Shen Yijia was overjoyed at first, thinking of something, she turned her head to look at the door, and sure enough, Song Jingchen was also looking at the flowerpot on the table in shock.

Shen Yijia: God, are you playing with me? Why every time such a miraculous thing happens, beauties have to be seen?

She now says that she is a fairy who came down to the earth to join him again. I wonder if Beauty Xianggong will believe it?

"Xianggong, me, this, that..." Shen Yi Jiateng stood up from the chair, pointing to the flowerpot, who felt guilty for a while and didn't know how to explain it.

Song Jingchen suppressed the shock in his heart, pretended to be calm, took a few steps forward, and asked calmly, "What is this?"

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Young Master, focus on it!