The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Okay, okay, stop talking. Hurry up and get out of this ghost place! If we call that Cao Gou thief to catch him again, we won't have the luck to meet the second Lord Hong."

After hearing this, several people got up in a hurry and ran towards the city gate.

No one noticed, they just left.

A person walked out from the blind corner of the alley, stared at the direction they left for a long time, and secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

In the cold weather, he was stunned and sweated. It was because the murderous aura of the few people just now was too heavy, and he was afraid that he would be found to be silenced.

After taking a deep breath, he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

He didn't know that just now, he saw the few people who left with his own eyes, and then quietly returned to see his every move clearly.

"How is it? How did I behave just now?" Yaoji patted 30,000 on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

These people are not Mahjong Nine Brothers! He was the first to speak.

Thirty thousand rolled his eyes at him, silently staying away from the fool for a few minutes, and took out a chicken leg wrapped in oiled paper from his arms and gnawed it.

The rest of the people ignored him.

Seeing the attitude of several people, Yaoji snorted in dissatisfaction: "Don't blame my brother for not telling you, but I have made up my mind, as long as I do what the master ordered. Then I can go and ask for a reward, How can the name be changed?"

Do you really think he likes the name Yaoji? He has never heard of rooster, hen and pheasant. Who knows what kind of chicken.

When several people heard it, they secretly thought that this kid is really a chicken thief. They looked at each other and threw their fists at him.

The 30,000 chicken drumsticks were still in his mouth, and he raised his fist with no effect at all.

In the dark night, Yaoji's painful cry: "Hey, hey, don't slap your face..."

Some officials have come forward to serve porridge, and the snow that has been falling for two months has also stopped, which makes the people see the hope of life.

But when they lined up all night, they finally got a bowl of porridge.

Everyone is not calm, is this porridge or boiled water? You say it's not porridge, but there are indeed a few grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl.

Some people think that mosquitoes are meat no matter how small they are, so they drink it without saying a word.

But there are also some who are short-tempered. People are already hungry and cold, and finally it is their turn. As a result, the government uses this to send them away, and immediately throws a bowl and rises.

Vows to seek justice, and there are not a few people who do so.

But the government seems to have been prepared for a long time. As soon as this sign started, a yamen came forward to restrain the people.

After cleaning up those early birds, the rest of the people would not have the courage to make trouble again.

After all, there is hope if there is life, and there is no future if life is gone.

"The group!"

Shen Yijia's roar suddenly sounded in the Song family yard.

Song Jingchen was sitting by the window writing something, and the brush in his hand was stunned by the roar. The ink smeared on the rice paper, and a letter was ruined like this.

Helplessly, he raised his forehead and looked up.

Then she saw Shen Yijia standing in the yard, with one hand on her waist and the other with iron grip, glaring at the dumpling who was lying on all fours on the ground.

Even the children who were squatting against the wall turned their heads curiously.

The dumpling cowardly buried his head in the snow, didn't he play like this before? It was the woman who threw it in herself.

Shen Yijia's teeth were itchy.

Seeing that the snow had stopped, she thought of shoveling the snow together and cleaning the ground, so that a few children would not get wet while practicing martial arts here.

This dumpling is good, she just finished shoveling it.

When I turned around and didn't notice, the guy made a triple jump and went straight into the snowdrift, and the snow was washed everywhere.

She did it for nothing.

Shen Yijia's small fist clenched and clenched loosely. After repeating this several times, she restrained the strong desire to eat tiger meat hot pot in her heart.

"Don't think about eating meat for the past three days, I'll tell you, eat grass." After she finished speaking viciously, she shoveled a shovel of snow onto the dumplings.

Dango: What kind of vicious thought is it to let a carnivore eat grass?

After a while, the dumpling was buried tightly in the snow, leaving only one tail swaying in the air to show its dissatisfaction.

Song Jingchen supported her forehead, this girl must be panicking.

After dinner, everyone went back to the room early. Just as Shen Yijia was about to undress and go to bed, Song Jingchen stopped her movement and took out a big cloak from the cabinet to help her put it on.

Shen Yijia looked up at the man standing in front of her in confusion.

Song Jingchen is now in a wheelchair except in this room.

"I'll take you to play." Song Jingchen rubbed her head and put on her hood, only showing a small white face before pulling her hand out in satisfaction.

"Are you going to steal food?" After asking Shen Yijia, she denied the possibility. She didn't need to wear so much to steal food.

Thinking of a possibility, she tiptoed close to Song Jingchen's ear and asked in a breath, "Are we going to do something bad?"

I thought that Song Jingchen would ignore her or say that she thought too much, but she saw Song Jingchen suddenly stopped, bent over to her ear, and learned her voice and said seriously, "Yes."

Shen Yijia was stunned for a moment, only to feel itchy ears.

The next moment, I screamed in my heart, ah ah ah, Xiang Gong is so cute.

The speed of the two of them is not slow, Shen Yijia saw Song Jingchen taking her directly to the entrance of the village, her eyes became brighter and brighter, the farther she went, the more bad things she could do!

When passing the fence, the night watchman leaned against the fence with a quilt and dozed off.

A smirk appeared on Shen Yijia's face, she quietly rolled a snowball, threw it at the man's collar, pulled up Song Jingchen and ran away.

After running a distance, she could still hear the scream of the man, and Shen Yijia stopped to hold her stomach and hold back her laughter.

Seeing her childish behavior, Song Jingchen was speechless for a while, and really didn't understand how ridiculous it was.

"Where are we going to do bad things?" After laughing, Shen Yijia wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and looked at Song Jingchen obediently.

In front of Mei Xianggong, you still have to be obedient.

Song Jingchen didn't answer, and put his index finger between his thumb and his mouth and whistled.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from far and near.

Looking at the horse that stopped in front of him, Shen Yijia looked surprised, isn't this the big horse pulling the cart from their family, when did it come here?

Song Jingchen didn't wait for her to ask some strange questions, he picked her up by the waist and put her on the back of the horse.

He jumped up and sat behind Shen Yijia, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling the reins.

"If you're sleepy, lean on me and rest for a while." Song Jingchen said, and waved his horsewhip, the sound of hooves breaking the silence of the night again.

Shen Yijia was nestled in Song Jingchen's arms. She was sitting upright at first, but she felt sleepy after the shock, and the cold wind hurt her face.