The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 183, Lord Hong

   Yaoji immediately said: "Master, you are really god, and the person who came here is indeed Hong."

   glanced at him with contempt, and replied with a stern face: "It's done!"

  Song Jingchen nodded, gave a few orders, and the two left again overnight.

  The study returned to silence, Song Jingchen's eyes were cold, and he wrote a few large characters on the rice paper.

   Hong Jianzhang, Cao Dezhi.

   The last word fell.

   A murderous look flashed in his eyes, a force in his hand, and a thick line went straight through the middle of these six characters. Like a sharp blade, it cut off the two names by the waist.

  It was rare that there was no more snow tonight, Song Jingchen drove his wheelchair back to his room, and saw that Shen Yijia woke up at an unknown time.

   She had blue silk scattered all over her head, and sat on the bed in only her middle clothes, rubbing her eyes.

   "Why did you wake up?"

"Where have you been?"

   The two made a sound at the same time, and at the same time they only looked at each other and kept silent, waiting for the other to speak first.

  Shen Yijia blinked and understood, ladies first.

   then complained a little: "I woke up from the cold."

  I usually have a large heater around me to provide heating, but today it suddenly disappeared, so why don't I wake up from the cold?

   After saying that, Shen Yijia turned her gaze to Song Jingchen's lips, she had reason to suspect that Mr. Mei Xianggong went to steal it again, after all, she had done it with her before.

   Is it because she ate too much last time? So now there is something delicious that you don't bring with you?

   Shen Yijia's glance made Song Jingchen immediately think of the water feeding that night, and his mouth suddenly became dry.

   He avoided Shen Yijia's sight with a dry cough, went to the table and poured a cup of tea and took a sip. After drinking three cups in a row, the dryness subsided a little.

   Shen Yijia originally wanted to remind him that the tea was cold, but who would have thought that he was too fast to give himself a chance to speak.

   Seeing how thirsty he was, Shen Yijia looked at Song Jingchen with a strange expression, he suspected that Mr. Mei Xianggong was going to steal salt to eat.

  Song Jingchen's forehead jumped at her indescribable expression. Even if he couldn't guess, he knew that this person couldn't think of anything good, so he explained, "I couldn't sleep just now, so I went to the study to practice calligraphy."

   "Oh~" The word Shen Yijia was deliberately prolonged, obviously unbelievable.

  Song Jingchen supported his forehead, gave up the idea of ​​explaining, undressed and went to bed, blowing out the oil lamp to sleep.

  Shen Yijia:  …

   Eat stealthily, I won't laugh at you.

   But thinking of Song Jingchen stealing food, since she didn't bring her, she was still a little angry. When she got angry, she took off her socks and hung her legs on Song Jingchen.

  That's not enough, those little feet that were as cold as ice were still restlessly digging under Song Jingchen's shirt.

   The latter was so frozen that Shen Yijia let out a sullen laugh.

  The hand also drilled into his collar, and the whole small body was concave into a strange arc.

   At first, Shen Yijia just wanted to freeze him. There was something wrong with that little hand, so he touched Song Jingchen's chest, patted it, and scratched again.

   Oops, what a great figure.

   Shen Yijia's inner villain's eyes glowed with wolf light.

  Song Jingchen only felt a mass of dry fire rushing from all over his body, unable to bear to grab Shen Yijia's hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

   "I, I'm giving you smoothness. Yes, it's smoothness." Shen Yijia shrank her neck, and as she spoke, she pulled out her hands to help him smooth his collar.

   caressed his chest in a similar way, and his little feet sneaked out.

   It's not that she is cowardly, but that there is a voice in her heart telling her that if she keeps making a fuss, she will be very dangerous.

   didn't dare to dive into Song Jingchen's arms, he rolled away from Song Jingchen, turned his back to him and started to sleep.

   Song Jingchen looked at the woman who retracted her head back to the turtle shell for a second, gritted her teeth in anger.

   She was better, she ran away after she was teased, but it made him...

   This woman is the offspring of a fox spirit and a turtle spirit, right? When he was born, he was stuck by the tortoise shell, so he was stupid and stupid.

   He just fell into the hands of such a woman, are you angry?

  Song Jingchen took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress the heat in his heart.

The    disaster relief team entered Anyang County, and the fire of hope ignited in the hearts of the victims.

   They were saved.

   Sure enough, a porridge shed was set up at the gate of the city that day, and the yamen began to serve porridge there the next day.

   As soon as the news spread, disaster victims from all directions rushed to the gate of the city, and long queues formed in no time.

   At the gate of the county government office, more than a dozen officials of various sizes in Anyang County stood at the gate to welcome the Lord Hong who came from the capital.

  Hong Jianzhang glanced at Cao Dezhi, who was the leader, with dark eyes, and after a few polite words with everyone, he excused himself to be tired and sent people away.

  Fan Mingyuan stood in the crowd several times and tried to get together to discuss the disaster relief ceremony with the imperial envoy, but he couldn't find the opportunity, so he could only watch the county magistrate welcome people in.

   He clenched his fists and felt powerless in his heart.

   It was not until the next day that I heard that porridge was being served at the gate of the city.

   In the backyard of the county government office, Hong Jianzhang sat upright in the study, while Cao Dezhi stood beside him in a panic.

   "Master asked you to prepare all the people?" Hong Jianzhang said, taking a sip from the teacup.

  Cao Dezhi hated his teeth in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, and he said respectfully, "Everything is ready, as long as the food from Lord Shang Shu arrives at my side, I can arrange for someone to send the goods out."

   To them, those people are indeed goods like grain.

   "Oh? Is that so?" Hong Jianzhang cast a glance at him: "Then you have to check it out. If you break the master's major event, you won't have enough heads to pay for it."

   "Yes, yes, leave the matter to me, there will be no problem." Cao Dezhi nodded and bowed his head.

  Hong Jianzhang sneered: "It's better."

   After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

   "Sir, do you rest here or..."

   "No need, I have my own place."

   He changed his clothes and went out from the back door of the county government office. Only when everyone thought he would live in the county government office would his real residence be safe.

   In the end, he still prevented Song Jingchen from assassinating him.

  After Hong Jianzhang left, Cao Dezhi swept the teacup he had drank to the ground with a wave of his sleeves.

   Immediately, a young servant walked in tremblingly, and since the young master was gone, the servants and maids who were killed by the cane in this manor were nowhere to be seen.

   Cao Dezhi ordered a few words, and the servant hurriedly went out to do errands.

  At night, several unkempt men sneaked out from the back door of a private residence.

   After a few people came out, they ran all the way, ran to the entrance of an alley, looked left and right, made sure that no one was following him, and immediately collapsed to the ground, as if relieved.

   This area can be called the wealthy area of ​​Anyang County. Every household has a nursing home, and the victims are generally afraid to approach.

   "Master Hong really just let us go like this?" One of them spoke with a vibrato in disbelief.

   "Don't worry! If you don't let us go, we won't be here." Another voice comforted.

   "Damn! That old thief Cao took us to the dungeon. If it weren't for Lord Hong, you and I would have no life. One day, I will definitely take that old thief Cao's head." Another sweaty scolded.

   (end of this chapter)