The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

These things didn't need Song Jingchen to come forward, and they could be done with one tube and others.

Song Jingchen came to see that Shen Yijia was too bored at home. Now that he was watching, he would naturally not restrain her.

He looked at Yitong, who nodded.

Lead the way around to the back door of the house, climb over the wall, and in a while, the back door will open from the inside.

Song Jingchen took Shen Yijia's hand and walked in first.

The rest followed.

A few people have figured out this house for a long time, and they came to the temporary warehouse in the backyard without disturbing anyone.

From a distance, in addition to patrolling around with torches, there were also two guards standing at the door.

"So many people?" Shen Yijia muttered, "I want them..."

Shen Yijia reached out and gestured on her neck.

Song Jingchen was silent, looked at her expression carefully, and found that there was no strange expression on her face, so she nodded: "Try not to alarm other people."

Finally, he added: "It's okay to just get dizzy."

Shen Yijia glanced at him and said I understood.

He took off two purses from his waist and handed them to Song Jingchen with a proud face: "I'm looking for Lin Shao's match, first faint and then kill..."

Psychedelic powder is the easiest, and there are many herbs that Lin Shao collected before that can be prepared.

Shen Yijia was afraid of being used repeatedly by others, so he made a lot of them in the past few days. Just in case, almost everyone in the family had one.

One of these was originally prepared for Song Jingchen, but she hadn't had time to give it to him. She always carried it with her, but she didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Song Jingchen paused for a moment, then silently took out the hand he had just stretched into his cuff, took the purse handed over by Shen Yijia, and boasted, "You are still thoughtful."

A few people in a tube:  …

Under the gesture of Song Jingchen's eyes, he hurriedly put the paper bag in his hand into his arms.

Shen Yijia grinned, scratched her head, and said modestly, "It's a coincidence, it's a coincidence."

The corners of Song Jingchen's mouth rose, and it was right to praise her more.

The two purses that Shen Yijia gave were bulging, and they contained a lot of paper bags that were familiar to everyone.

Seeing that Song Jingchen gave each of them another pack, he also explained how to use it.

Tacitly cooperated with his performance and pretended to be Xiaobai.

There were five patrol teams in total, and several of them acted separately, while Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia were the two guards.

Although there are only two, they are the most important.

Because once someone falls down with traditional Chinese medicine, they have to solve it before the two find out that it is wrong, to prevent the two from releasing a flare.

Several people were hidden in the dark places that each team must go through, and after a few breaths, people fell one after another.

The guard at the gate noticed something was wrong, and immediately took out the signal flare in his arms, but before he could let it out, a dark shadow flashed by quickly.

At the same time, there was a cracking sound in the air, and an arrow feather went straight towards the other person's face.

"who!

The man only had time to say a word, and a small hand grabbed his neck, and only heard a 'click', and the man lost his breath.

When he fell, the last picture he saw was his companion with an arrow stuck in his forehead.

The two died almost at the same time, but they died in different ways, which shows how fast Shen Yijia was.

This just happened in the blink of an eye, and Yitong and others thought they were dazzled.

When he looked at Shen Yijia again, there was no contempt in his eyes, and there was even a faint adoration in his eyes.

Even Song Jingchen had already seen Shen Yijia's speed, and he was shocked at this time.

Cold eyes swept a few people, and the warning was obvious.

It was he who was careless and forgot Shen Yijia's extraordinary skills.

He took a few steps and pulled up Shen Yijia's hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully for her, and rubbed her head with a look of praise on Shen Yijia's face.

In my heart, I decided to turn around and say a few words.

Several people did not delay their efforts, leaving one person outside to make up for those people, and the others pushed open the door and walked in.

When they saw the grain that had not been unloaded from the cart after the cart, several people were speechless.

They haven't heard much about the troubles about porridge in the past few days, and it's obvious that they have food.

They have been in the city for a few days and the food has not yet rested. Several people are not stupid people, just think about it.

In my heart, I hated the two corrupt officials even more. The only people who suffered from natural disasters were the poor. Apart from being poor themselves, it was inseparable from the inaction of these greedy people.

"Master, what to do with the food?" Nan Feng couldn't help but ask.

He hoped to steal the grain and deliver it to the people.

Song Jingchen saw what he was thinking, but he didn't like what he meant, and said softly: "Ship it out to Cao Dezhi's private house!"

Wasn't that returned to them? If that's the case, why do they need to do this.

Although several people were puzzled, they did not dare to ask more.

At this time, they had to be thankful that there was snow covered, and the grunting sound from the wheels of the scooter was drowned out a lot.

Watching them push out the grains one by one, Shen Yijia wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Song Jingchen: "We should go back."

Staying up late is not good for her health, and today is an exception.

Early the next morning, Hong Jianzhang opened his eyes to see the beauty in his arms, and was trying to be gentle.

The little servant broke into the door without knocking on the door, out of breath and said, "Old, sir, it's not good, it's bad, something big has happened."

This sudden situation was so frightening that Hong Jianzhang almost couldn't raise his 'head' anymore.

Kicked away the woman on her body, changed her clothes and got out of bed, and said anxiously, "When did it happen?"

"Food, all, gone..." The little servant replied timidly.

Hong Jianzhang's eyes widened, and he didn't care that he was not dressed properly, so he walked out.

When he returned to the house, he saw the neatly arranged corpses in the yard. Hong Jianzhang stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately the little servant behind him helped him.

"Damn, who did it?" he roared.

A guard stepped forward and said, "When the low-ranking staff went to change the guard, they saw the bodies of these brothers. They were all killed with a knife. There was no sign of a fight at the scene.

Hong Jianzhang kicked the past: "It's all a bunch of trash."

After scolding, he didn't give up and asked, "Where's the food?"

The guard buried his head lower: "There are traces left by the wheels in the yard, which should have been transported by someone through the back door."

Hearing that it was really gone, Hong Jianzhang leaned back in anger, his head buzzing.

"Sir, this person was on duty at the back door last night." A man who looked like a manager led a woman over.

The old woman fell to her knees with a frightened plop, and said hurriedly: "It has nothing to do with the old slave, my lord. I was well guarded at the back door last night, but I was knocked out from behind, and I don't know anything else! "

Hong Jianzhang stabilized his mind. The most important thing now is to retrieve the food. He stared at the old woman and asked, "Do you remember when you were knocked out?"

The old woman racked her brains for a moment and replied, "Probably the end of Hai Shi."

Hong Jianzhang waved his hand and summoned the servant who escorted him to the drunken red building and asked, "When did Cao Dezhi leave yesterday?"