The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 607 Sense of Crisis

  On the fifteenth day of June in the Qianyuan year, mourning flags were hung throughout Nanling Pass.

   On the street outside the General's Mansion, Song Jingchen led thousands of soldiers to stand on both sides, extending all the way to the West City Gate.

   Xiao Li, who was walking beside the coffin with the spiritual seat in his hands, closed his eyes and choked out, "Master, we're going home."

  Yes, go home.

   It's just that the young man's blood will always remain on that cold battlefield.

  The mountains and rivers are all right, the hero returns to his hometown! When you come, you will be young, and when you return, you will have a spirit of Jiazi!

   A mournful horn sounded, with Song Jingchen as the head, all the officers and soldiers knelt down on one knee.

   "Brother Xiao, go home."

   "General Xiao, go home!"

   went home, resounding throughout Nanling Pass, not only for Xiao Qirui, but also for the 200,000 soldiers who sacrificed, and it is the earnest expectation in everyone's heart.

   But they know that they can't go home for the time being.

   Their mission has not yet been completed, and they have to take the wishes of their companions to completely beat the offending wicked people, so that they will no longer dare to extend their minions to Daxia, and give Daxia a real peace.

   The sky darkened at some point, the dark clouds were pressing down, the thunder was rolling, and the torrential rain fell in an instant.

  …

  On the martial arts field of the General's Mansion, Song Jingchen, dressed in white, waved the long sword in his hand expressionlessly, with seemingly random moves, but full of killing intent.

  The rain made his whole body wet, and the wound that had just been bandaged opened again, blood seeping into the white clothes, but as if he hadn't noticed, his shots became faster and more ruthless.

   In the entire martial arts field, apart from the tickling of raindrops falling, there was only the sound of the blade in his hand breaking through the air.

   When Shen Yijia, who had slept for three consecutive days before waking up, came to look for it, what she saw was this scene.

   Her heart tightened, she took the umbrella in Song Jinghuan's hand and was about to go over, a hand stretched out from the side to block her way.

   "It's better to let him vent." Xuanyuan Ce sighed. After being here for a few days, he also somewhat understood what happened before the war.

   Naturally knew that Song Jingchen would do this, not only because of Xiao Qirui's death, but also because of the nearly 100,000 soldiers he personally ordered to kill.

  To be honest, if he was Song Jingchen, he might not be able to be that decisive.

   Of course, what he did was not wrong, because if he didn't kill those people, they would be controlled by Si Yun and become a killing machine in his hands, continuing to wield butchering knives at the rest of Daxia's soldiers.

   Xiao Qirui, who took the wounded soldiers out of the city to delay time, knew this, the soldiers at Nanling Pass knew it, and Song Jingchen himself knew it.

   Knowing that is one thing, for Song Jingchen who issued this order, I am afraid that only he can understand what he needs to bear in his heart...

   Having said that, he is just a teenager who has not yet reached the crown.

   Shen Yijia was slightly startled.

  Xuanyuance patted her head: "He has been busy writing good news for the past two days, arranging Xiao Qirui's coffin to return to Beijing, and personally counting the list of casualties, he has been holding back for too long..."

  Pa...Shen Yijia slapped his hand down: "Just talk, don't move."

  Xuanyuan Ce: This little one has no conscience.

   He made a hurt expression, but Shen Yijia didn't even look at him, and rushed out of his eyes.

  Xuanyuance was startled and wanted to say that it was still raining, but when he turned his head, he saw that in the rain curtain, the body of the young man who was almost self-mutilating fell straight back, and was caught by his precious daughter...

  Xuanyuan Ce: ... this stinky boy!

  The original injury was not healed. After the rain, Song Jingchen developed a high fever at night. He poured the medicine into bowls and bowls, and the temperature went up and down again and again, which scared people enough.

   Shen Yijia doesn't know how many times she misses her spiritual fluid...

  Xuanyuance saw her like this, he scolded all the swear words he had learned all his life in his heart, and wanted to repeat the old tricks and let her rest. Just as he raised his hand, he fainted first when his neck hurt.

   Shen Yijia looked back at You Yi who was standing at the door, and said with a cold face, "Take him back to his room."

   Do you really think she's stupid and fell twice in the same place.

   The rest of the guards saw that their prince was carried away by You Yi like a dead pig, looked at each other, and followed silently.

   Unless the master is in danger, they don't have to take action until they are instructed to do so.

   "Sister-in-law, Liu Jinbao and I are guarding me. You should also go and rest." Song Jinghuan said worriedly.

   "No, I slept for a few days and my body has recovered." Shen Yijia lifted the quilt over Song Jingchen's body, thinking of something and ordered: "Go and find me some spirits."

   Seeing that her face really returned to normal, Song Jinghuan had to obey.

  …

   Song Jingchen fell and woke up again, three days later.

   When he opened his eyes, he saw the top of his hair nestled on his chest. His eyes softened subconsciously, and just as he moved his fingers, the person in his arms woke up.

   "Master, you are awake." Shen Yijia said happily.

  Song Jingchen pulled out a smile: "Well, how long have I slept?"

   His voice was a little hoarse.

   "Three days." Shen Yijia put her hand on his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not burning anymore, you're not hungry or thirsty, I'll go..."

   She said that she got up from Song Jingchen's arms and was about to get out of bed.

  Song Jingchen grabbed her: "I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about, you are my husband, shouldn't I take care of you?" Shen Yijia puffed out her cheeks, reached out and touched his frown, and said sternly: "Xianggong, you are doing the right thing. , my baby and I are proud of you."

  No one will blame you, so you don't have to blame yourself.

  Song Jingchen stared at her with dark eyes without blinking, with complicated emotions surging in his eyes, his throat rolled: "En."

  Shen Yijia also knew that this matter was not just persuasive, it would become a thorn in Song Jingchen's heart like the death of his grandfather and father-in-law.

   And the only way to pull this thorn out is to avenge those people.

   Therefore, when Song Jingchen discussed with Xuanyuan Ce about the next battle against Wu regardless of her unhealthy body, she didn't stop her, but just stayed by his side quietly.

   In addition to those sent to Lin'an City, Wu State has lost 400,000 to 500,000 troops this time. Facing the crusade between the two countries, it is unlikely to counterattack.

   Next, just wait for Fengzhou's army to reach Nanling Pass, and then we can unite with the Xuanyuan army to attack Wu.

  Knock knock knock~ There is a knock on the door.

  Song Jingchen stopped talking: "Come in."

  30,000 walked in: "Master, Madam Ji and General Sikong are outside the West City Gate."

  Song Jingchen was startled, he arrived five days earlier than he expected.

   "Master, let's go pick up your mother." Shen Yijia suggested.

"it is good."

   The husband and wife left the study hand in hand, and only Yu Xuanyuance came back to his senses.

  Wait, who is General Sikong? Why say it with Arlo's name!

   Obviously, he didn't even know whether General Sikong was round or flat, but the sense of crisis came so unexpectedly, he stood up in a swish, surpassing Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia, and rushed out alone, shouting "Chu Feng prepares a horse".

   Shen Yijia stared blankly at the person passing by her like a gust of wind, and asked Song Jingchen, "What happened to him?"

  Song Jingchen pursed his lips: "When General Sikong was young, he was one of the few beautiful men in the army. My mother walked with him all the way. It is estimated that the prince is worried..."

  Shen Yijia: ...A man who even his husband said he was beautiful? This is fun.

   On the day that Ji Luo arrived at Nanling Pass, the 800-mile expedited good news that the Fuling team set off a day earlier was also delivered to the court.

  The good news is naturally happy, but along with the good news, there is the news of Xiao Qirui's death.

   "General Xiao!...Your Majesty, it's not good, General Xiao fainted..."

  Shangguan Hanteng stood up from the dragon chair and commanded sharply: "Quick, quickly announce the imperial physician."

  …

  In the village of the Yuan family on the outskirts of the city, Yuan Yuwan was sitting under the porch, burying her head and embroidering a quick blue handkerchief. Young white came in from the outside with an umbrella, followed by a raw maid.

   Walking into the corridor, she put away the umbrella and said, "Miss, this is sent by Miss Xiao. She said she was looking for you in a hurry."

  hs~ As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Yuwan let out a breath.

   took a closer look and saw a bright red blood spot on the handkerchief.

   "Miss!" Young Bai was startled, and hurriedly helped her remove the veil to check the wound.

  Yuan Yuwan turned sideways to avoid her, her cold eyes staring straight at the little girl who was standing beside her, who was a little helpless.

   She had seen this maid once or twice when she went to see Xiao Ruoshui, and she was indeed from the Fan residence.

   said there was an urgent matter, but let a person who was not used much on weekdays come. The situation at that time should be relatively chaotic, and a person was randomly assigned.

   The little maid's eyes were red, and she had obviously cried before she came.

   Yuan Yuwan's heart sank little by little, the dull pain in her heart was even more violent than before, she closed her eyes: "Say, what's the matter?"

   (end of this chapter)