The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

When she noticed something, Mo Yuan frowned, and when she turned around, she saw San Wan standing at the door of the kitchen with a hesitant expression on her face.

"Are you okay?" she asked blankly.

Sanwan scratched his head and handed over the thing hidden behind him: "This is for you."

It was a beautifully crafted hand warmer not much bigger than a slap.

Mo Yuan glanced at him and didn't answer.

Thirty thousand is a little cowardly, but he still has the courage to explain: "You usually have to do laundry and cooking. Isn't it cold? You can use this to warm your hands."

Mo Yuan thought about it for a while, then took off the purse and stuffed it into her 30,000 empty hand before taking the stove: "Thank you."

After that, she turned around and walked out.

Thirty thousand was stunned for a moment, glanced at the purse in his hand, and quickly responded: "Young madam has it."

Mo Yuan paused, she really wanted to use it for the young lady.

"This is custom-made by Master Painter. I happened to be there at the meeting, so I ordered one more. I just got it back today." Thirty thousand embarrassed.

"Oh." Mo Yuan returned the hand warmer to him, and took back her purse by the way: "I don't need this."

Thirty thousand little hearts shattered into pieces...

During dinner in the evening, looking at the stir-fried pork loin with chives and the wolfberry soup with sheep whip in front of him... Song Jingchen's forehead throbbed.

"Brother, are you sick?" Sister Huan asked suddenly.

Song Jingchen pressed his forehead: "No."

"Why did that mother and sister Mo Yuan say that you are weak?" She glanced at the dishes placed in front of Song Jingchen.

Just now, Mrs. Li also specially reminded them that they should not eat the dishes, saying that they were specially made for Song Jingchen to replenish his body.

Brother Hao and Lin Shao looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, secretly thinking that Sister Huan is really a warrior, didn't you see the big brother's face turned black?

"Sister Huan, why do you have so many problems as a girl? Eat well." Li Shi was a little embarrassed. If Mo Yuan hadn't told her, she wouldn't have known that a son who was close to perfect had such a problem.

As for how Mo Yuan knew, she secretly checked Shen Yijia's pulse. Shen Yijia's body was completely fine, so the problem was naturally Song Jingchen...

Shen Yijia looked at the odd people on the table. Sister Huan didn't seem to be lying, and Brother Hao and Lin Shao obviously knew something. She tilted her head: "Xiang Gong, why didn't you tell me you're not feeling well?"

Song Jingchen: "..." This meal couldn't be eaten well.

He put down his chopsticks and personally brought those dishes of special significance to the kitchen to be poured.

A few people in a bowl were eating, and when they saw him come in, they hurriedly turned their heads away and pretended not to see him.

Song Jingchen: "..." Everyone knows that he "can't" emotionally, but he doesn't know, right?

He glanced at Mo Yuan coldly, and put the dishes on the table with one foot: "Eat them all."

A few people in a tube:  …

In order to avoid this kind of thing from happening again, Song Jingchen still found an opportunity to tell Li Shi that the two of them had not completed their marriage after the meal.

Li Shi was stunned, and the grandson whom she had been looking forward to day and night was nowhere to be seen?

After listening to Song Jingchen's concerns, Mrs. Li sighed: "You can make up your own mind."

Song Jingchen knew how eager Li's heart was to hug his grandson, so he changed the topic and said, "The things that happened back then were a little confusing, and I will go to Beijing tomorrow."

Li Shi was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what he was referring to, his eyes were red: "Really...really?"

Song Jingchen nodded and comforted: "Mother, don't worry, the revenge of grandfather and father will soon be avenged."

"Hey, that's a good thing." Mrs. Li pressed the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. She didn't have the time to think about what grandsons are not grandsons. She smiled and said, "I'll go tell your father and grandfather right now."

There was a special room in the house to hold the tablets of Song Yi and his son. Song Jingchen accompanied Li to the three incense sticks, and after listening to her ramble, he sent her back to the yard.

When he returned to the room, he saw Shen Yijia packing her clothes.

He paused: "You are going too?"

"Otherwise?" Shen Yijia said as a matter of course: "I will leave Youyi at home at that time, so I don't have to worry about the safety of Mother and the others."

She had considered everything, what else could Song Jingchen say?

Shangguanpu still needs to use the emperor's name to eliminate dissidents and stabilize his power. Song Jingchen is not worried that the dog emperor will easily burp.

As he analyzed before, the witness who is in danger at any time should be the old prince.

However, there was no news of him committing suicide in fear of crime for so many days. Song Jingchen was even more sure of the speculation that someone wanted to take advantage of the fisherman, so he didn't worry that he would be silenced when he left Beijing...

In order to avoid being detected by Shangguanpu or the forces hiding in the dark, the husband and wife did not lead anyone, but disguised themselves and rented a carriage out of the city gate early in the morning.

The village in Yitongkou is called Xiangyang Village. Although it belongs to the jurisdiction of Cangtong Town, it is not too close to Cangtong Town, and it takes about two hours to walk.

It was early days when they arrived at Cangtong Town. Song Jingchen stopped the carriage in front of a noodle restaurant, lifted the curtain and said, "Let's have something to eat here first."

Shen Yijia was so drowsy sitting in the car that she rubbed her eyes when she heard this: "Okay."

The husband and wife were wearing white washed cloth, and the only warm jacket on their bodies was patched with large and small patches.

This kind of dress may be rare in the capital, but it is not abrupt in this Cangtong Town.

The two ordered two bowls of noodles, because it was past the meal time, so there were no customers in the noodle restaurant, and soon Xiao Er came with two bowls of hot noodles.

"Guest officer, take it easy."

"Thank you." Song Jingchen pushed one of the bowls of noodles in front of Shen Yijia: "Eat it while it's hot."

Shen Yijia grinned: "Thank you, Xianggong."

"I heard that the accents of the two guest officials are from other places, right?" Xu Shi was too busy, so the little Er didn't leave after seeing him, but instead started chatting with them.

"Well." Song Jingchen was not impatient, and added: "My wife and I are going to visit relatives in Xiangyang Village."

"Xiangyang Village? I know there, go out of the town and go north... But that village is a settlement village. Do you have relatives married there?"

The so-called settled villages refer to the villages where the people in the villages are not born and raised there, and are generally the villages where the refugees have migrated to other places and the government has rearranged them to settle down.

Song Jingchen paused, didn't ask when the people in the village settled down, and only replied lightly, "Yes."

"Dunzi, come and help." Someone in the back kitchen called out.

Little Er just stopped the gossip and went to work.

After eating the noodles, the two set off again, and the sky was already dark when they found out about Xiangyang Village.

This village seems to be poorer than Xiagou Village. The carriages are driving on the trail with difficulty. From time to time, one or two villagers can be seen returning home from work in the fields.

This made Shen Yijia inexplicably think of the days when she was in Xiagou Village.

While she was looking at those people, others were also looking at them secretly.

"A few days ago, a young man on horseback came to our village, and today another horse-drawn carriage came to look for the dumb grandmother and grandson again."

"How about you go up and ask?"

"Yeah, Wang Mazi, go and ask." Someone followed suit.

The man named Wang Mazi scratched his head: "If you have to ask yourself, I don't dare."

"I'm not curious." The boisterous villagers picked up their hoes: "Anyway, my family doesn't have such relatives with carriages."

"Then I'm not curious." Wang Mazi looked away from the carriage, quickly followed up with his companions, and muttered, "This ghost weather is also very cold, so I'd better go back to my wife and children earlier to have a good heat on the kang head."

...

The conversation of several people vaguely drifted into the ears of the husband and wife. Song Jingchen guessed that the person they were talking about was Yitong, and did not stop to ask for directions. Yitong had already told him the specific location of the grandparents' family. .

The carriage finally stopped where there was a date tree in front of a house.

Shen Yijia jumped out of the car, and in front of him was an earthen hut surrounded by a fence. Half of the house had collapsed, and a thatched hut was rebuilt on the collapsed part.

Is it possible to live in such a dangerous house? Shen Yijia expressed doubts.

And along the way, every household has lit candles, but this one is pitch-dark.

She was about to ask Song Jingchen if she had found the wrong place, when a sick-looking boy came out of the room.

Seeing them, the young man was stunned for a moment, opened the fence gate and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Jingchen tied the horse to the jujube tree: "We are here to find the dumb woman."

"Cough, my grandmother has stopped, and I don't know you." The boy said and closed the fence gate.

Obviously do not want to deal with them.

Shen Yijia is a little speechless, who can you shut the door?

Just after thinking about it like this, a hand was put on her waist, and the next moment, she was taken and landed in the yard.

The boy turned back...

"We're here to find dumb women, it doesn't matter if you know us or not." Song Jingchen said calmly.

The boy blushed with anger, covered his mouth and coughed violently: "cough cough...you...you go out..."

At this time, there was a loud bang in the house, and the young man couldn't care about them anymore, so he hurried in.

Immediately, his concerned voice sounded: "Grandma, why did you get out of bed."

Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia looked at each other and followed.

There was a bed spliced ​​together with wooden boards, and in addition, there was a chair that fell to one side.

The young man helped the dumb woman to lie down again, and was very helpless to the couple who were a little rude: "As you can see, my grandmother can't answer your questions at all."

He didn't have to think about it to know that the two had the same purpose as the one who came a few days ago.

Song Jingchen ignored him and just looked at the old woman on the bed: "Can the old man hear me?"

The dumb woman held the boy's hand tightly and nodded.

Song Jingchen: "Eighteen years ago, did you go to the Xiawang Mansion?"

The dumb woman shook her head. Although she was trying her best to hide it, Song Jingchen still found her body trembling.

This change was noticed not only by Song Jingchen, but also by teenagers.

The young man was stunned for a moment. He and the dumb woman were not real grandchildren. Eight years ago, his hometown was hit by a disaster. He fled the famine with his family. He is the only one left.

Along with the disaster, in addition to the refugees, there are often many bandits who fell into trouble because they could not eat enough.

At that time, he could often see corpses that were killed and left in the wilderness on the road. He had no money, so he secretly went to those corpses to look for anything of value. At worst, he could take off the dead people's clothes and exchange them for some copper. .

That's how the dumb woman was pulled out of the dead by him.

Seeing that the person was still alive, he didn't want to care, but the person held him and even put a lot of money in him...

He couldn't help it, and he couldn't bear to watch a life die in front of him, so he had to take someone to the hospital...

In the end, he was able to settle down in Xiangyang Village under Cangtong Town with the money.

Although the two are not related by blood, for so many years, he has long regarded each other as his grandmother.

Now what these people mean is that his grandmother has something to do with the palace?

But the grandmother's reaction was clearly fear...

The teenager stood in front of the dumb woman: "My grandmother said no, you can go...cough..."

Song Jingchen frowned: "Eighteen years ago, you and the other four embroidered maids entered the palace of Xia Wang's mansion as a special embroidery maid for the princess. I thought it was just for the concubine to make clothes, but I didn't think that the king of Xia wanted you to do something outrageous. , it's too late for you to leave, this stay is ten years..."

He wasn't sure which one of the five people in front of him was, so he could only deceive her in this way.

The dumb woman struggled to shrink back into the bed.

"Ah ah ah."

She was speechless and could only shake her head desperately in denial.

What kind of wicked thing needs to be silenced? The teenager heard it in a fog, seeing his grandmother like this, and pushed Song Jingchen with red eyes: "You have mistaken the person, it's not my grandmother..."

The dumb woman's reaction didn't mean that. Shen Yijia grabbed his wrist first, but her subordinates couldn't control their strength, and the young man cried out in pain.

The dumb woman couldn't see it, thinking that they were hurting the young man, she walked on her knees a few steps forward and kowtowed, shaking her head and nodding.

Shen Yijia:  …

She let go of the boy a little guilty.

The young man hurried to support the dumb woman and comforted him: "Grandmother, cough... I'm fine, they didn't hurt me."

The dumb woman groped for a while on his face in a panic, and began to cry.

She has killed the whole family and can no longer implicate this innocent child...

Thinking like this, she suddenly pushed the boy away, turned sharply and slammed into the wall on the inside of the bed.

"grandmother!"

Shen Yijia was startled, and hurriedly shot to stop the person, and Song Jingchen also shot at the same time as her.

Song Jingchen sighed: "We're not here to kill people."

"That's right, we're here to ask you to come forward as a witness." Fearing that she would seek death again, Shen Yijia didn't dare to let go, not knowing whether to sympathize with this person or to be angry, she puffed her cheeks: "Do you know what you did? How many people did the clothes kill?"

The dumb woman froze and followed the voice, but she was obviously invisible.

Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen let go of her hand after seeing that her mood had stabilized, and the young man helped her sit back.

He also saw that the two were indeed not malicious.

"Two years ago, the crown prince rebelled, and the Fuguo Gongfu was implicated, and the whole family died, and the disabled..." Shen Yijia paused, looked carefully at Song Jingchen's expression, and continued: "Listen to this matter. Say it."

The dumb woman nodded shyly.

When they were embroiderers, they were often invited by big families to their houses to tailor clothes for those young ladies and wives. They knew more than others, and the Fuguo Gongfu family was excellent.

At that time, she also lamented that good people do not live long.

Shen Yijia: "Then do you know that the reason why the prince was charged with this crime is because of the clothes you made? He was framed by someone."

The dumb woman had only heard of a general idea, but she didn't know the specifics. When she heard this, her heart tightened, her mouth kept saying "Ahhhh", and she kept pointing at Shen Yijia.

Although Shen Yijia has never said what kind of clothes, but the teenager knows more than the dumb woman, such as the dragon robe found in the womb of the former grandmother...

Listen to what this person means, that dragon robe was embroidered by his grandmother?

In the winter, the young man broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at the dumb woman, then at Shen Yijia and Song Jingchen, and said in a trembling voice, "My grandmother asked, who are you?"

Song Jingchen: "My surname is Song."

I just mentioned that the Fuguo Gongfu was implicated, and when I mentioned the surname Song, the dumb woman and the young man naturally linked the two together.

The dumb woman pushed the boy away and kowtowed a few more times in the direction where the two of them were, her face full of folds was full of pain, she thought it would never be brought up again...

That dress has killed too many people. Although it was not their own willingness, it was also because they were greedy for their own bodies and feared death. They all have to bear a share of these sins, and no one can escape...

"Stop knocking." Shen Yijia couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop it: "We know you were forced too."

She glanced at the dumb woman's twisted fingers: "Even if you don't do it, someone else will do it. And you have ended up like this, we shouldn't have bothered you, but the emperor gave us a chance to reverse the verdict, we I want to ask you to come forward and testify that the former prince was not the one who asked you to embroider that dress..."

The dumb woman nodded and agreed without thinking, thinking of something, she pointed to her throat and eyes, and stretched out her hands.

She can't see, can't speak, her hands are broken, and even if she wants to write, she can't do it...

Shen Yijia understood what she meant and pursed her lips: "Let's take you back to Beijing for treatment first."

Let's see if Mo Yuan can cure her. If she can't, she still has her spiritual fluid. As long as she is willing to go, these will not be a problem.

The dumb woman nodded, gropingly grabbed the boy's hand, and kept shaking her head.

Shen Yijia didn't understand it now.

Song Jingchen: "He has nothing to do with this matter, we will not involve him."

The dumb woman folded her hands and bowed.

It means thanks.

I don't want the boy to suddenly say: "I'm with my grandmother, I'm going to take care of my grandmother."

Song Jingchen glanced at him and didn't say a word. It was their own decision, and he would not care about it.

There is obviously no place for them to sleep in this house, but in order to avoid extracurricular problems, Song Jingchen did not go to the village to sleep.

He first took out the dry food prepared at home from the carriage and warmed it up, and the two simply settled down for dinner.

Then a fire was built in the kitchen, and a thatched outsider who was brought in to start the fire put a layer of it, and put the blanket that he brought with him, and let Shen Yijia lie on it and sleep on his legs.

"Xiang Gong, you sleep too." Shen Yijia got up and pulled him to lie down together.

Song Jingchen refused, this blanket was brought because she was worried that Shen Yijia would be cold on the carriage, it wasn't that big.

She pads half, and the other half can be pulled up to cover her body.

But Shen Yijia didn't want to sleep alone, the beautiful husband was frozen, it was useless to pull for a long time, she gritted her teeth, stood up without saying a word, and directly hugged him by the waist.

Song Jingchen: "..."

How long has it been since you were hugged like this by this girl? Is he shameless?

His forehead jumped: "Put me down."

Shen Yijia suddenly missed Song Jingchen who used to rely on her to hold her wherever she went, and subconsciously glanced at his legs.

Song Jingchen was worried by her, and wanted to struggle to go on, but Shen Yijia held her tightly. If he tried so hard, he might make her fall, so he could only repeat through gritted teeth, "Put me down."

"Okay." Shen Yijia responded obediently.

Shaking his head, he shook off the terrifying thought in his head, and couldn't help but toss around before putting the person on the blanket.

Then he also lay down, wrapped his hands and feet around Song Jingchen like an octopus, buried his face in his arms, and pretended not to speak.

Song Jingchen: "..."

Daughter-in-law is his own, can't fight!

There was a fire next to her, and there was someone around her. Despite the cold wind outside, Shen Yijia slept well.

Of course, Song Jingchen got up from time to time to add fire.

When Shen Yijia got up, the pyre that had been piled up in the kitchen yesterday had been burnt.

The tip of the nose is a rich meaty aroma.

"Awake?" Song Jingchen's faint voice came.

Shen Yijia froze, and smiled at Song Jingchen who was sitting under the kitchen: "Mr. Xianggong, good morning."

Don't they all say that couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make peace at the end of the bed? They haven't quarreled yesterday, so they can't be still angry now.

She wanted to get up, but Song Jingchen took a step forward and picked her up, shaking her hands.

Shen Yijia: "..."

She couldn't help laughing, and hooked Song Jingchen's neck with a sip: "Do you like to hold me like this? You can always..."

Song Jingchen: "..."

Looking at Shen Yijia's smug little expression, Song Jingchen's mouth twitched, and he was really fooled by this girl.

Song Jingchen put the person down, turned around without saying a word, and went to a small pot to fetch hot water for her to wash.

She could not be beaten or scolded, and it was useless to treat her in the same way. He decided to ignore her for a day!

After Shen Yijia finished washing, he lifted the lid of the pot. The golden chicken soup was simmering in it, bubbling and bubbling, and the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of meat.

"Wow, you killed other people's chickens?" Shen Yijia swallowed: "Looking at the conditions of this house, a chicken should be considered a valuable item. Wouldn't it be bad for us to do this?"

Song Jingchen was silent: "This is pheasant soup."

Even the coarse grains are almost bottomed out in this family, where can they afford chickens?

After explaining, he froze, and when he met Shen Yijia's smug little eyes, he immediately realized that he had been fooled.

Also, I don't know how many pheasants caught by this girl have been eaten in Xiagou Village before, how could she not know them?

Song Jingchen stroked her forehead, and resigned herself to taking a bowl to serve her soup.

Seeing that she was drinking, she prepared two more bowls to bring to the dumb woman and the boy.

After all, he used a lot of firewood.

Before I could go out, I heard the boy's exclamation: "Grandmother, what's wrong with you, grandmother?"

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Nearly two months later, my recommendation came again. I thought I had been shut down by the editor and shut down the little black room. Hey, I will keep it for three days these days.