The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 214, Fan Mingyuan wakes up

  In the living room, the man who claimed to be the Chicken King had a mask on his face, and sat on the Taishi chair with his legs crossed. When he saw Fan Mingyuan come in, he casually got up and cupped his hands at him: "Your Majesty the county magistrate."

   What Fan Mingyuan disliked the most was this kind of unruly person. He frowned slightly, and his confidence in the important thing in his mouth was greatly reduced.

   But because of the gentleman's style, he didn't drive people away immediately, nodded and asked, "The chicken king?"

   He should have thought long ago, what kind of serious person can take such a name.

   "It's the Caomin." The chicken king sat back on the chair and took a sip from the tea cup beside him.

  Fan Mingyuan frowned, walked to the main seat and sat down: "I heard that you have something important to report to this official, what is it?"

   "Well" Chicken King glanced at Master Ma who followed Fan Mingyuan in, hesitating to say anything.

  Fan Mingyuan was already a little impatient: "Master Ma is his own person, you can just say something if you have something."

  The chicken king didn't seem to want to annoy him either. He put down the teacup and took out a bulging envelope from his arms and handed it over: "What you want."

  Fan Mingyuan glanced at Master Ma, who immediately walked over to take the envelope.

   Thought that the chicken king would at least say something, but he didn't want him to lift up his robe and get up: "The things have been delivered, so the grass people will leave first."

   Before Fan Mingyuan could answer, the man had already turned and left.

   "Sir, do you want to send someone to follow?" Master Ma asked.

  Fan Mingyuan shook his head: "No need."

   took the envelope from Master Ma and opened it, with a stack of thick paper inside.

  Fan Mingyuan started to look at the first picture, and the more he looked at it, the more his brows were furrowed, and the more he looked at the back, his eyes were ten lines, and his face was full of shock.

   At the end, he broke out in a cold sweat as if he was picked up from the water, and slumped back on the chair.

   "Sir, this." Master Ma was equally shocked. He couldn't believe the content above.

   "How much do you think this is true?" Fan Mingyuan took a long time to find his voice.

  Master Ma glanced at Fan Mingyuan cautiously: "Eighty percent."

   "Prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, this matter must be reported to Your Majesty." Fan Mingyuan stood up and ordered.

"No, my lord." Master Ma stopped him, and when he met Fan Mingyuan's puzzled gaze, he seemed to have made up his mind to lift his robe and knelt down: "Sir. This matter is very involved, if you report it like this , not only does not help things, but counter-attacks the scourge of killing.

  I know that adults are righteous, but have you ever thought about your loyal people, is he really worth it?

   Don't break, don't stand, my lord. "

  Fan Mingyuan only felt a buzzing sound in his head as the words of Master Ma entered his ears.

   He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed in a low voice: "I suddenly understand why the teacher insisted on letting me go out as an official."

   Everyone thought that he stayed in the teacher's study for more than an hour before leaving Beijing because he was persuading the teacher to agree to his release.

   But he doesn't know the truth. On the contrary, he wants to do real things, but he has no right to act in his hands. But the teacher told him that his temper was too stubborn and easy to get into the horns, and he was not suitable for the complicated Kyoto.

   Zi Xiu Zi Xiu, ‘Those who are honing and grinding are self-cultivation. ’

  The teacher thinks of everything for him, and he has never gone back to see him once for many years, and he has never even sent a greeting letter back.

   He thought, as long as he makes political achievements, gets promoted, and returns to Kyoto, the teacher will know that he is wrong.

   It turns out that the fault has always been his own, his self-righteousness.

  Master Ma didn't know what was going on. Now, hearing him suddenly mention Song Yi, he couldn't help but worry: "Sir."

  Fan Mingyuan waved his hand: "I'm fine, you go down."

   Shen Yijia waited at home for two days and couldn't see Xiao Ruoshui's door, so she couldn't help feeling strange.

   "Could it be that you have already returned to Beijing?" Shen Yijia muttered, and opened the study door to find that Song Jingchen, who had been in the study all day, was not there.

  The last time Song Jingchen picked out a few books for her, she didn't know where she left them after reading them once. She thought it would be fine if she was idle, so she might as well read the books.

  Shen Yijia walked in, flipped through the bookcase but didn't see it.

   "Where?" She looked around the study room and set her sight on the back row of bookshelves.

   In fact, she had long forgotten what those books were called, that is, she just read it at will, ready to wait for Song Jingchen to come back and let him find it.

Shen Yijia glanced over and was about to go out to find Song Jingchen. Her eyes fell on a small piece of blue cloth in the corner of the bookshelf, which was exposed obliquely. It should have been stuffed inside, but Song Jingchen accidentally took it out when she was taking the book. of.

   She walked over and wanted to stuff it back. Seeing the familiar fabric, Shen Yijia said in surprise, "Hey, isn't this what I used to pack the books I gave to my husband?"

   She chose this blue cloth herself, so there is nothing wrong with it.

  Shen Yijia frowned, pulled it out, and suddenly the dust flew up. She hurriedly covered her nose with black lines all over her head.

   Now she can be completely sure, because the books inside are still there, and looking at the thickness of the ash, Shen Yijia suspects that Song Jingchen has never opened it.

   "Hmph, they said it would look good." Shen Yijia pouted, patted off the dust on it at will, and opened the package.

   Sure enough, three good books were lying there, exactly the same as when she bought them back.

  Shen Yijia took out the book. Before, she only knew a few words in total, so she didn't know the title of the book, but at least she knew it now.

  The titles of three books are "Eighteen Forms of Yin-Yang Acacia", "The Heart Sutra of the Jade Girl", and "The Rare Book of National Colors and Heavenly Fragrance".

  Shen Yijia blinked, why did the first two books look like legendary martial arts secrets? There is a third book, which teaches people to taste incense? If your husband doesn't like it, you can give it to Lin Shao.

   Thinking so, she put aside the first two books that she was interested in, and prepared to take the third book to Lin Shao.

  Shen Yijia just went out on the front foot, and Song Jingchen came back on the back foot. As soon as he entered the study, he realized that something was wrong, and when he approached, he saw the two extra books on the bookcase, and his whole person was not well.

  The blue cloth was still thrown on the ground, but there was one book missing. Those who would enter the study at will, except Shen Yijia, did not think about it.

  Song Jingchen felt his forehead throbbing, and hurriedly drove his wheelchair out to find someone.

  Here, Shen Yijia searched around for a while before finding Lin Shao. He was feeding the horses with fodder. Usually, he did this work.

   "Sister-in-law." Seeing Shen Yijia, Lin Shao called, and threw the last handful of grass into the trough and patted the grass clippings in his hand.

  Shen Yijia saw that his hands were clean before handing him the book: "This is for you, open it and see if you like it."

   "Is it for me?" Lin Shao's eyes flashed with joy. Although he is not short of food and clothing now, he is always happy to receive gifts.

   His hand rubbed his clothes again before he solemnly stretched out to pick it up.

   (end of this chapter)