The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Song Jingchen didn't expect Shangguan Han to be so poor, so he walked around and selected a pair of famous calligraphy and inkstones and came out.

Thinking of something, he looked at Shangguan Han: "Go to your study."

Shangguan Han pouted: "Cousin..."

Since he was a child, he had a habit of putting things that he particularly liked in the study, and those he disliked in his private library. Song Jingchen knew this.

Song Jingchen didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Shangguan Han's face fell, and he led the way to the study.

It was not the first time that Song Jingchen had come to his study, and he had already understood the arrangement of things in it.

After entering, I went directly to the storage rack, and took down the most prominent long box.

Seeing what he was holding, Shangguanhan's eyelids jumped, and he ran forward to grab it back: "Cousin, this is not good."

Song Jingchen raised his eyebrows. In fact, he didn't know what was inside, but he knew Shangguan Han too well. The more things he liked, the more conspicuous they were.

This problem has not been corrected until now.

Originally, if he took a look at it, he would put it back if it was inappropriate, but Shangguanhan's tough attitude made him curious.

He dodged to avoid Shangguan Han's hand, and opened the box first, which was a good Xuan pen.

Song Jingchen frowned, he didn't remember Shangguan Hanxi, what he said most was that the brush can write.

I like these but...

He narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Who gave this to you?"

If you don't love pens, but cherish them, then it's only related to the person who gave them the pen.

Shangguan Han shrank his neck, stood up obediently like a child who did something wrong, and said in a muffled voice, "It was given by my second brother when I left Beijing. At that time, I was in a bad mood and got angry with him, and I regret it later. .

Then, I thought that if there is a chance to meet in the future, I can also use it to apologize to my second brother. "

really……

Song Jingchen sneered: "Don't worry, you will meet."

He closed the box again, but didn't mean to return it, he pulled up Shen Yijia and left.

"Cousin, I..."

Song Jingchen paused for a moment and said indifferently, "Return it in a while."

Shangguan Han hurriedly waved his hand: "I, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say, if you like it, take it."

However, Song Jingchen did not look back.

"Cousin is mad at me?" Shangguan Han murmured, he still didn't understand, isn't it just a propaganda pen, and he didn't really refuse to give it.

Butler Wan on the side sighed and shook his head. He shouldn't have intervened in the affairs of the masters, but he couldn't help it at this time.

He said earnestly, "Your Highness just need to remember that Young Master Biao will never harm Your Highness."

When the prince arrived in Xunyang City, if it wasn't for the watchful young master to protect him, he would have lost his life.

You must know that Young Master Biao's legs were not in good condition at that time, and I'm afraid he was too busy to take care of himself.

Some people say nothing but do everything; and some people...

The moon was hanging high, and the surroundings were quiet, only the footsteps of a few people echoed in my ears.

Although Song Jingchen was still protecting himself as carefully as when he came, Shen Yijia clearly felt that he was in a bad mood.

She turned her head and glanced at Song Jingchen secretly, but held back her question.

After returning to the mansion, Song Jingchen looked at the calligraphy and inkstone in the hands of 30,000 and instructed: "Tomorrow you will send these two to Liu Mansion."

"Ah? Give it to Liu Piaopiao?" Shen Yijia was surprised, what kind of gift to give.

Song Jingchen rubbed her head and explained, "It's for Master Liu. They have been entertaining you for a long time, so we should give some gifts in return."

Shen Yijia immediately understood, and said that the popular way is to pay her for food.

She wanted to say that she had sent two potatoes, but she felt a little guilty. She thought about it before she said, "Then Mo Yuan will make some potato cakes and send them together."

The two should back off.

Back in the room, Shen Yijia saw that Song Jingchen threw the box containing the Xuan pens on the desk, and it didn't seem like he liked it.

She walked to the desk, put her hands on it, leaned forward and leaned in front of Song Jingchen and asked in a low voice, "Xiang Gong, is there something wrong with this brush?"

Song Jingchen's hand turning over the book paused, then shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Then you..." just now was so frightening.

Song Jingchen saw what she was thinking, and the corners of his mouth lifted up and said, "I scare him."

Shen Yijia obviously didn't believe it, and puffed her cheeks and guessed: "Do you think there is something wrong with Shangguan Yu? Then why don't you tell Shangguan Han directly?"

Song Jingchen stretched out his hand and pulled Shen Yijia into his arms and sat down. Instead of answering her question, he asked, "If someone tells you that I'm not a good person and want to harm you. What will you do?"

He didn't know how Shangguan Yu was, but it wouldn't be what it looked like on the surface.

Shen Yijia didn't even think about it, she frowned, clenched her fists and gestured twice in front of Song Jingchen: "Of course he beat him all over the place to find his teeth."

Song Jingchen was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Then what if Lin Shao told you to be more careful with iron eggs? Do you believe it?"

Shen Yijia blinked, not understanding how it got involved with those two guys, she pondered for a moment before shaking her head: "I know the two of them, if Lin Shao said that, then there must be some misunderstanding between the two of them."

Song Jingchen put away the smile on his face and murmured: "Yeah, how long you have been with them.

But some people grew up together. "

Shen Yijia suddenly realized, and finally understood what Song Jingchen meant by making such a big circle.

Is this because he is afraid that he is too stupid and will not understand if he speaks directly?

However, Shangguanhan didn't believe that Song Jingchen made her even more angry.

It never occurred to me that what Song Jingchen said just now was just an assumption and it didn't happen.

"Only those who know each other know that Shangguan Han has two stinky problems. One is that he likes to put cherished things in the study, and the other is that he always bites the top of the pen when he thinks of a problem."

Song Jingchen suddenly added another sentence.

Shen Yijia narrowed her eyes.

Silent all night.

When Shen Yijia woke up the next day, Song Jingchen was long gone.

She let Mo Yuan serve and wash her eyes sleepily, and sat dozing in front of the dressing table and let Mo Yuan help her comb her hair.

For some unknown reason, she suddenly opened her eyes, which turned out to be facing a distorted face on the bronze mirror.

Shen Yijia was so frightened that she fell backwards, but fortunately, Mo Yuan supported her from behind so she didn't fall to the ground.

"Miss?"

Mo Yuan's voice, as always, was flat and indifferent, but it felt gloomy in Shen Yijia's ears.

She turned her neck stiffly, never having the courage to look back at the person behind her.

"Mo Yuan, tell me who killed you, and I will definitely avenge you. You...you can go in peace." There was still a bit of crying in her voice.

No one knew that Shen Yijia, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was most afraid of ghosts, because he couldn't fight them.

Mo Yuan:  …

"Miss, the slave is not dead."

"Ah?" Shen Yijia turned her head sharply.

Mo Yuan twitched the corner of her mouth, Shen Yijia was startled, and tremblingly stretched out her index finger and put it under her nose.

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