The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 249, Jia Jia saves people with his fists

   Mo Yuan nodded, she was different from Yaoji and the others, Yaoji and Song Jingchen went out to work on a task from time to time.

   The only thing she can do is to protect Miss, but Miss spends most of the time with Uncle. She promised not to follow, so she can only guard here every day.

  Shen Yijia touched her chin, which means that no outsider has entered her room, so she can't just run out of her own clothes, right? Or is there someone here who can take things from the air like a big flower?

   Thinking of this possibility, Shen Yijia was all excited. If there were more special people like her, then the beautiful lady would not think she was a monster when she knew about it.

   Anyway, she's not the only one.

   At the Dragon Boat Festival, she originally wanted to say it, but after being interrupted, she couldn't bring up the courage anymore. After being known about her previous life, she would be arrested and studied. In this feudal age, she should be burned to death, right?

  Shen Yijia has done a lot of bad things before, and she knows best that people who do bad things won't give up if they don't achieve their goals, so she decisively climbed up to the roof, ready to wait for the rabbit.

   Mo Yuan didn't know why she said it well, so her lady went to climb the roof.

   But when she was just taken in, that person told her that if she wanted to stay by her side, she couldn't be curious and couldn't ask more questions. Therefore, she was accustomed to not be curious about these, but silently followed Shen Yijia to climb up.

   When Song Jingchen returned to the yard, he saw a dark figure on the roof waving at him vigorously. He was stunned, what is this girl doing?

   Seeing him approaching, Shen Yijia hurriedly gave Mo Yuan a wink, the beauty Xianggong is here, you hurry up.

   ink kite: .

   "Come down." Song Jingchen stood under the eaves and opened his hand to her.

  Shen Yijia scratched her head and wanted to say no, but when she met Song Jingchen's unquestionable eyes, she could only jump down obediently.

   "What are you doing up there?" Song Jingchen asked her as she put her down and stood up.

   "Catch the little thief who stole my clothes."

  Song Jingchen frowned: "Stealing clothes?"

  Shen Yijia nodded hurriedly: "No, it's too hateful. Not only did he steal my clothes, but he also used my clothes to scare people with dead mice."

   Seeing that Song Jingchen still didn't understand, Shen Yijia explained what happened after she came back.

   "Is that the shirt that was soaked with tea yesterday?" Song Jingchen grabbed her hand and asked.

   I don't understand why Beauty Xianggong is so excited, but Shen Yijia still nodded: "It can't be wrong. It's the one that Mo Yuan recognized."

   "Where is that shirt now?"

   Shen Yijia scratched her head, was she lost by the old woman?

   She was about to say she didn't know, when a woman happened to walk in from outside the courtyard. Shen Yijia's eyes lit up, and she ran over a few steps to stop the woman: "Where's the mouse's shirt just now? Where did you lose it?"

  The old lady was startled, and suddenly fell to her knees and pleaded guilty: "Madam, spare your life, Madam, spare your life."

  Shen Yijia rolled her eyes: "I'm asking where did your clothes go? Who killed you?"

   Do these people have persecution delusions? She spared her life at every turn. If she really wanted someone's life, would she give them a chance to beg for mercy?

"Old slave, old slave" The old woman trembled and banged her head twice before saying, "Old slave saw that the clothes were only slightly damaged by the mouse, so I thought that it could be worn by the girls at home, so I made I didn't lose my wife to spare my life, this old slave will never dare."

   In a big family home, as long as the master doesn't open your mouth to reward you, everything else is considered theft. It is not uncommon to be beaten at light, or to be sold at worst.

   Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen.

   "Go get your clothes." Song Jingchen ordered in a deep voice.

  The old woman was busy leaving, and came back with the dress in a short while. She was on duty tonight, and she thought that she would wash and mend it and send it home tomorrow, so the dress was still the same as it was.

   Song Jingchen took the shirt, and the place where it was bitten was the sleeve stained with tea stains, he naturally wouldn't think that someone stole a shirt just to scare people with mice.

   But tea stains can't attract mice.

   He frowned and rubbed the tea stain with his hand, only to find that there was still a layer of oil stain on it, put the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and there was a faint smell of chicken soup on it.

   "Did the chicken soup spill out yesterday?" Song Jingchen looked at Shen Yijia and asked.

   Shen Yijia thought about the scene where she collided with the little servant, she changed hands a little too fast to protect the chicken soup, and it was possible that it might spill out a little.

   She was not sure: "Yes, maybe."

  I didn't want her to finish her sentence when she saw Song Jingchen's pupils shrank as she turned and ran towards the front yard.

   "Mr. Xianggong." Shen Yijia was stunned, and hurriedly chased after him.

  In the study room in the front yard, Shangguan Han thought about the words Song Jingchen said just now, and a look of pain flashed on his face.

  Why was he born in a royal family? Why would he be the son of that kind of person.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a young servant walked in with tea, glanced at the two untouched cups of tea on the table, raised his head and said respectfully, "My lord, the tea is cold, this servant will help you to change a cup. "

  The servant put the two cups of cold tea back on the tray, put the new tea on Shangguanhan's right hand, and bowed before leaving.

  Shangguanhan tiredly rubbed his temples, reached out to pick up the tea, and gently brushed the tea leaves floating on it with the lid of the bowl.

At this time, the door of the study was suddenly kicked open. Shangguan Han looked at the person who had left and returned. There was a tail behind the person. He asked in confusion, "Cousin? Why are you back? And sister-in-law, you guys"

  Song Jingchen stared coldly at the teacup that was still on his lips, and took a few steps to grab it.

  Shen Yijia saw his actions, widened her eyes, and understood.

   There is no thief, and there is no one who can take things from the sky like a big flower.

  It was obviously the smell of chicken soup on the clothes that attracted the starving mice, the mice bit the clothes outside, but they didn't think it was poisonous, they poisoned the mice, and then the smell attracted other mice.

   But the two of them were fine after drinking the chicken soup, the only thing that was poisonous was the tea.

The thought of    only flashed in her mind, and the next second she went up to pick up Shangguan Han and punched him in the abdomen. He directly beat Shangguan Han until his eyes turned white and spit out a mouthful of water.

   This is still Shen Yijia, seeing that he is too weak and using his strength.

Shen Yijia hammered two fists and saw that Shangguan Han couldn't spit out water, so he simply threw him to the ground, clasped his sash and turned him upside down, shaking up and down constantly, without forgetting to remind: "Quick, quick, spit it out. "

   "Fang" Shangguanhan was dizzy, his stomach was still hurting, he opened his mouth to say a word. Wow, I threw up all the overnight meals.

   Shen Yijia breathed a sigh of relief when she disliked it. In her previous life, those patients in the compound often ate indiscriminately. She saw that the doctors told them to spit it out and it was fine. Although the method was different, the result was the same.

   Today is another day when I want a ticket. If I don’t give it, I can only let Jiajia come out and punch you with a small fist (super fierce)

   Thank you, Apple Goa~, let it be, be born, the reward of the asteroid M1212, the refill.

Good night.

   (end of this chapter)