The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 466 Accident

   Song Jingchen looked at the portraits one by one, and the women in each portrait were slightly different.

   But without exception, they all have a pair of peach eyes and look extremely beautiful.

When Wu was in civil strife and the new emperor ascended the throne, perhaps it was to prevent gossip, or he did it because of a guilty conscience. He killed all the old people of the Wu palace, so what did Nangongxia look like, except for the new emperor's lineage people, few people know about it.

   Uncle Yang could find out that she finally escaped to Poplar Village, I am afraid it took a lot of trouble.

   Compared with the appearance of another Sun family girl, it is much inferior.

  Fan Mingyuan frowned and analyzed: "If the Sun family is really reluctant to give up their own girl, shouldn't the normal practice be to stay in the village and wait for the Sun family girl to leave the palace when she is old?"

   She said that she heard something strange, Shen Yijia suddenly realized: "That is, they just moved out without even telling the villagers, aren't they afraid that the grandson can't find them after leaving the palace?"

Yaoji scratched his head: "My subordinates also asked the same question. They said that after Miss Sun entered the palace, Mrs. Sun couldn't be ill. Sun's family probably felt that everywhere in Yangshu Village was the memory of Miss Sun when she was around, and they were afraid of Sun Shi was so sad that it disappeared, and she simply moved her family with her... After all, few women who entered the palace were able to come out alive."

   This statement is also correct. After the death of a loved one, aren’t there many people who are afraid of seeing things and thinking about people and choose to burn things related to that person?

  Sun's family can't burn Yangshu Village, so they can only move out.

   "That girl Sun just entered the palace and didn't die." Shen Yijia rolled her eyes.

   "I think the younger brother and sister are right. Even if they really want to move, they must at least confirm that the grandson is gone, instead of the whole family moving out as soon as they enter the palace. They are more like hiding something..."

   What to hide?

  Shen Yijia thought for a while, glanced at the portraits spread out on the table, and saw that Miss Sun and Nangongxia should be about the same age, they both looked thirteen or fourteen...

   Her eyes lit up: "Will it not be Miss Sun who will enter the palace, but Nangongxia."

  Everyone in the village knows Ms. Sun. If they continue to live in Yangshu Village, sooner or later, they will be known as Li Daitaojian. Once someone complains, it will be a crime of deceiving the king, and you must not move out quickly.

  Shen Yijia shook her head proudly, she was really smart.

  Song Jingchen rubbed her head amusingly, put away all the portraits on the table, and said solemnly: "Tomorrow I will take the portraits into the palace and show them to my aunt."

   Song Li has been in charge of the harem for more than ten years, and she knows the people in the palace best.

  If Nangongxia really took the place of Miss Sun and entered the palace...

  Song Jingchen's eyes darkened, and he looked at a few people: "You have worked hard these days, and it's not too early, so go back and rest."

"Yes."

   After waiting for a few people to leave, Song Jingchen and Fan Mingyuan discussed for a while, and the three talents left the study together.

   As soon as I walked into the backyard, I saw Sister Huan muttering something in the yard.

  Shen Yijia curiously leaned over: "What are you doing?"

   Several people all raised their heads and breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Sister-in-law, come and see." Sister Huan beckoned to her mysteriously.

   A few people moved to the side to make room for her.

   Only then did Shen Yijia see that the one surrounded by them was a small incense burner not much bigger than a palm, and there was a small basket next to it.

   Incense was burning in the censer, and wisps of blue smoke came out from it.

   What's so good about this?

   Shen Yijia was puzzled.

   But the shape of this incense burner is a bit peculiar, and the sound of the burner is actually like a coiled snake.

   "How does this look real..." She said that she had already stretched out her hand.

   "Sister-in-law, you can't..." Sister Huan exclaimed at the same time, but it was still too late.

   "Ah!" Shen Yijia jumped three feet high and said tremblingly: "It's it, how is it real."

   Usually, she is not afraid of these, because she is usually killed by her before the snake gets close to her.

   This time I will be frightened and it is true that I am unprepared. Who would have thought that something that was supposed to be hard turned out to be smooth and greasy to the touch?

   Shen Yijia got goosebumps all over her body.

   "What's the matter?" Song Jingchen walked up with a dark face.

   Several people did not expect Song Jingchen to be there, so they hurriedly stood up.

   "Big Brother..."

   "Brother-in-law..."

  Song Jingchen first confirmed that Shen Yijia was okay before looking at the snake coiled around the incense burner that was spitting letters at them, and said coldly, "Where did this snake come from?"

   "It's just... found in the yard." Sister Huan explained in a low voice, and then she thought of something and said: "Brother, you don't know, it was fierce at first, and it wanted to bite."

   "In the winter, the snakes are hibernating, how can they appear in the courtyard?" Song Jingchen frowned.

   Sister Huan shrank her neck, she mustered up the courage to say something else.

  Lin Shao hurriedly stood up: "Brother Song, I brought the snake back..."

  Shen Yijia said suspiciously: "Why are you catching snakes, you should grab a bigger one if you want to eat snake meat soup."

   As soon as she mentioned snake meat soup, she looked at the little snake and swallowed.

   The little snake, who was originally spitting out the letter, lowered its proud head, but was still reluctant to leave the incense burner for half a step.

   "No, it's not for eating." Lin Shao waved his hand quickly.

  Shen Yijia blinked: "Can you eat it for me then?"

   Such a small snake does not seem to be enough.

  Lin Shao:  …

  Song Jingchen held his forehead, who was screaming out of fright just now?

  Although the snake was brought back by Lin Shao, Song Jingchen treated them equally and punished each of them to write a review letter.

   On the other hand, Shen Yijia ate the snake meat soup she was thinking about, which was made by Song Jingchen herself.

   Sister Huan who knew the truth shouted: Big brother is too partial!

   The next day, as soon as a smear of fish maw white appeared in the east, there was a knock on the door of the Song family.

  Nanfeng opened the door and saw a monk with an ox cart outside. He frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

   "The poor monk is from Lingyin Temple. I have an urgent matter to ask Mrs. Song."

  …

  Shen Yijia just got dressed, when she heard Mo Yuan's report, she slammed the door open: "Duanzi is injured? Who told you?"

   "It's a monk, people are just outside the door..."

   Before she finished speaking, she only felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, and Shen Yijia had already left the yard in a blink of an eye.

  Song Jingchen came out one step later than her, frowned and quickly followed.

   When he got to the door, he saw Shen Yijia urging Nanfeng to prepare a horse.

   "What happened to the dumplings?" Song Jingchen grabbed her and asked.

   Shen Yijia's face was tense, she pointed to the monk next to her, and said patiently, "He said that the dumpling was seriously injured, I have to go and see."

   A drop of spiritual liquid has just condensed in her body, as long as the dumpling still has a breath in her, she can save it...

  Song Jingchen knocked on her hand and didn't let go, looked at the monk and asked in a deep voice, "Who asked you to come?"

  No wonder Song Jingchen would suspect that the dumplings were placed in the back mountain of Lingyin Temple as soon as they entered Beijing. There should be not many people who knew that Shen Yijia raised such a tiger.

   The monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the presiding officer sent the poor monk here."

   Song Jingchen wanted to ask.

  Shen Yijia interrupted him: "Xianggong, what he said is true."

   She stretched out her other hand, and on it was a red rope with a knot in the middle, where a porcelain vase should have been tied...

  Although it's not clear why Danzi was seriously injured when there was obviously spiritual liquid, but her life was at stake, so she couldn't ignore it.

  Song Jingchen was also present when Shen Yijia was preparing this thing, so he recognized it naturally.

   He pursed his lips and said, "I'll go with you."

  Shen Yijia shook his head: "Don't you want to enter the palace? I can go by myself."

  I'm not sure if it's a trap, how could Song Jingchen let her go alone?

   He said without doubt: "It's the same when you come back and then enter the palace."

  Nanfeng had already prepared his horse, and when he heard this, he led another horse out.

   said hello to Mrs. Li, and the two rushed to Lingyin Temple without stopping.

   It was still early, and the weather was freezing cold, so there weren't many pilgrims in Lingyin Temple. Before they could find someone to inquire, a young monk came up to him and asked, "Amitabha, are the two sons of Song and Madam Song?"

   Song Jingchen nodded.

   In fact, all the way to this place unimpeded, the doubts in his heart have almost disappeared.

   "Master has been waiting for the two of you for a long time, please come with me." The little monk stretched out his hand to plead.

  The two followed him all the way to the back mountain, and Shen Yijia realized that a small wooden house had been built next to the release pool for a long time.

   The host is standing in front of the wooden house, and who is not glutinous rice in front of him?

   Noticing that the snow-white hair of glutinous rice was dyed red, Shen Yijia groaned and ran over quickly: "Glutinous rice."

  Song Jingchen's hand was about to stop it. Although he had never seen Dumpling's daughter-in-law, he had heard Shen Yijia mention it, and she named it Nuomi.

   Nuomi, who was staring at the host and kept him from getting close, heard her voice, immediately put away her fangs, made a low "Ouch~", and rushed towards Shen Yijia.

   Fortunately, Shen Yijia was so strong that he was not thrown to the ground by it.

   This scene made the host and the little monk who led the way terrified.

  Shen Yijia took advantage of the situation and rubbed the glutinous rice, and found that it was wounded, and frowned: "How can you..."

   paused in the middle of the conversation, because she found that although the wound on glutinous rice looked serious, the bleeding had already stopped.

   Shen Yijia was stunned, no wonder the danzi's spiritual fluid was gone.

  Song Jingchen stepped forward uneasy: "Jiajia?"

   He was so shocked that Nuomi's eyes slammed, Xu was smelling Shen Yijia's breath on Song Jingchen's body, he immediately stopped his momentum, opened his mouth to bite Shen Yijia's cloak, and pulled it towards the wooden house.

   As soon as I stepped into the wooden house, the smell of blood was pungent. From the door, a long bloodstain extended inwards, and reached under the dumplings lying on the ground.

   Shen Yijia's pupils shrank, and she walked to Tuanzi in a few steps and squatted down: "Duanzi."

   She whispered, and carefully put her hand under Dan Gu's nose.

   "There is still air." She breathed a sigh of relief.

   Without delay, Shen Yijia hurriedly condensed a drop of spiritual liquid from her fingertips, and Song Jingchen stepped forward to help her open the mouth of the dumpling.

   After about half a cup of tea, the dumpling's chest began to rise and fall significantly.

   "Ow~" Sticky rice strolled to the dumpling and lay down next to it.

  Song Jingchen paused, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards the glutinous rice...

   Glutinous rice seemed to have noticed, and opened his eyes suddenly, seeing that it was Song Jingchen and closed his eyes again.

  Shen Yijia saw that he was stroking away the blood-stained and clumped hair around the glutinous rice wound, and after watching for a while, she ran to look at the dumplings, and said suspiciously, "Xiang Gong?"

  Song Jingchen withdrew his hand and said with a frown, "The wounds on Tuanzi and Nuomi were all caused by the spear."

   "Long spear?" Shen Yijia's face sank: "Is it artificial?"

   Doesn't it mean that hunting is not allowed on the mountain of Lingyin Temple? She thought she was bitten by another beast.

Song Jingchen nodded, with a dignified expression on his face: "Long spears are generally used in the army, and the dumplings are not stupid, they will not attack people for no reason, even if the opponent has murderous intentions towards them, they will run even if they know they can't be beaten, but look at them. number of wounds.”

   There are dozens of places, big and small, all over the body, unless they are besieged by many people...

  Shen Yijia scratched her head in irritability. Now she wanted to know who did the best to avenge the dumplings, but she couldn't move her mind at all.

   "I suspect that Tuanzi encountered a team in the army." Song Jingchen said solemnly.

   Shen Yijia asked subconsciously: "Duanzi doesn't go down the mountain on weekdays, where did the army come from in this mountain?"

  Song Jingchen squinted his eyes: "Yeah, how can you meet the army in the mountains..."

   "Amitabha."

   The host's voice sounded outside the door.

   The two looked at each other and turned to leave the wooden house.

   "Young Master Song, Madam Song." The host folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and stayed on Shen Yijia's face for a longer breath without a trace of sight.

   like, the more you look, the more like a benefactor.

  Song Jingchen returned a salute: "Thank you for the host who sent someone to inform you, but I don't know if the host saw the person who shot?"

   While questioning, his eyes fell on the presiding monk's robe, which was obviously torn down by something.

The host    followed his line of sight, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he casually lifted the foot of his robe to cover it.

   "The monks don't slander, and the old man didn't see the thief." The host said.

   "Then where did you find the dumplings?" Shen Yijia asked.

   The husband and wife were interrogating the prisoner, but they didn't seem to feel the question.

The host continued to have a sign of compassion on his face: "Amitabha, Lao Na's disciple saw it first, when Lao Na rushed over, he saw the white tiger dragging the other end into the wooden house, Lao Nayuan wanted me to understand a little bit. The junior brother of Qihuang Zhishu went in to have a look, but the white tiger was helpless guarding the door and wouldn't let me wait."

   "Then how do you know that the tiger is raised by my wife?" Song Jingchen continued to ask.

   Hosted a meal and looked at Shen Yijia, why does the old man know that you have no points in your heart?

   The first time we met, he took the tiger and killed a bunch of fish in his release pond...

  Shen Yijia touched her nose and whispered to Song Jingchen's ear.

  Song Jingchen twitched the corner of his mouth: "My wife has no shape, host Haihan."

  Host: "Amitabha!"

  It doesn't matter whether he is Haihan or Haihan, the important thing is that this release pool has been contracted by the old boy Xuanyuan Ce.

  The host then called for the first monk who saw the dumplings and glutinous rice.

   However, he only saw a white tiger dragging the other out of the forest when he was cleaning the back of the mountain, and he didn't know anything about it.

  The blood on the ground was cleaned up by him, but the ones in the forest were still there.

   Looking at the large bloodstain left after the dragging, the anger in Shen Yijia's heart rose steadily, and her teeth creaked.

  Song Jingchen squeezed her hand soothingly: "Let's go first and see if we can find any useful clues."

   Danzi has already drank the spiritual liquid, so he doesn't have to worry about his life.

   (end of this chapter)