The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

The news of King Jing'an's resurrection from the dead quickly spread, because the mourning banners hung in the palace were all removed, and even the mourning hall was demolished.

It was only after a well-informed inquiry that they found out that the one who died was not King Jing'an at all.

The real King Jing'an was seriously injured and was hidden, and the person who started it was the Princess Yu of Jing'an.

The big-brained person immediately made up a scene in his mind that he could not love and kill his husband ruthlessly.

Some people even wrote it into a book for sale.

Not to mention, it's still selling hot.

"This Wu Sanniang is the Yu family, then this Chen Zhaoling is a big scumbag." Shen Yijia read the newly released book with relish.

It is about the royal family, and no one dares to write it blatantly.

Shen Yijia couldn't remember which version she had watched.

But without exception, in the end, the heroine kills her husband cruelly.

The only difference is the process in between.

Some write that because the male protagonist has been neglected for many years, the female protagonist is empathetic, and wants to live together with her lover, so she colluded with her lover to murder the male protagonist.

Others are that the male protagonist is known by the female protagonist to raise the outer room, and he hates it because of jealousy.

In short, there are all kinds of things to write about.

At first, Shen Yijia only dared to peek behind Ji Luo's back, and didn't want to be accidentally bumped into by Ji Luo - in the end she became a mother and daughter watching together.

Song Jingchen raised his head from the desk and looked at the man lying on the soft couch opposite the man who was holding the notebook and kept laughing. The corner of his mouth twitched: "Is it so beautiful?"

The soft couch was moved in by Shen Yijia herself, and she said she wanted to accompany him.

Shen Yijia closed the notebook and said seriously, "It's not as beautiful as you."

"Liar liar."

I don't know who keeps the talk book in his hand all day long. In the past, he slept with him in his arms, but now it's better to sleep with the talk book in his arms.

Song Jingchen groaned.

Shen Yijia blinked, put her hands on the table, leaned half of her body over the desk, looked at Song Jingchen without blinking and said, "Xiang Gong, there is something on your face."

She approached suddenly, her breath hit her face, Song Jingchen breathed tight, and raised her hand subconsciously: "What?"

"A little handsome, hehe."

Song Jingchen was silent: "Slippery little liar."

"Where's the oil? It's obviously sweet. If you don't believe me, try it." She moved her face forward.

Song Jingchen's eyes were inadvertently swept away by the warm breath and sweet fragrance—

Because of the leaning posture, the front of her clothes was slightly opened, revealing a pink and tender apron lace and the slightly raised arc...

It's more intriguing if it's hidden.

His face was hot and his mouth was dry.

Shen Yijia looked into him for a long time and saw that he didn't move, and his neck was stretched out.

If the mountain does not come, I will be the mountain.

She freed one hand to hold Song Jingchen's head on the back, and pressed him to her side~

"Jiajia, you..."

Song Jingchen stepped back.

He retreated too hastily, and Shen Yijia fell on the desk with an unstable center of gravity and beautifully, still face down...

Ji Luo covered his face: "I didn't see anything..."

It's fine that she didn't say this, but Song Jingchen felt even more embarrassed when she said that, like a primary school chicken who hooked up with a little girl and was caught by the other's parents.

The air froze for a moment.

Shen Yijia got up with difficulty, rubbed her sore forehead, and looked at the culprit resentfully.

Song Jingchen touched his nose: "You, you talk to your mother."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out. He didn't dare to look at Ji Luo when he passed by.

Ji Luo was almost amused by him, thinking of something, his smile froze.

Looking back, she found that Shen Yijia was looking at herself, she packed up her emotions, walked over, and said with a smile, "Is mother here at the wrong time?"

Of course not.

I thought so, but what I said was: "How can it be, mother can come anytime."

At the end, he sighed again: "Oh, my husband is just a little shy."

She had a small look of dissatisfaction, and Ji Luo didn't hold back at all and laughed out loud.

So unreserved, it really is her daughter.

But fortunately, Jia Jia is luckier than her.

She caught a glimpse of Shen Yijia rubbing her hurt stomach, she smiled and said, "Jiajia, mother, give you a pulse."

Shen Yijia didn't know why, so she stretched out her hand obediently.

She didn't hear Ji Luo speak for a long time, she asked, "How is my health?"

Ji Luo retracted his hand, stroked her face lightly and said with a smile, "You are in good health."

This is the truth. With spiritual fluid to nourish the body, the body is better than ordinary people.

but……

Ji Luo hesitated for a moment and asked politely: "Jiajia, that is... Is that Achen making trouble with you at night?"

According to what Mo Yuan said, the young couple had been married for almost three years, and it wasn't because of bad feelings that they lived in separate rooms. They shared the same bed every day, and their stomachs should have been moving.

But it is not, Jiajia's body is completely fine, then the problem must be the son-in-law.

"Cause?" Shen Yijia tilted her head: "Don't make trouble, I slept peacefully."

What posture is when you fall asleep, what posture is when you wake up, and no snoring.

Ji Luo's heart skipped a beat, Ah Chen was just at the age of vigorous blood, how could he be indifferent and indifferent in the face of his beautiful wife?

She opened her mouth. Although it was not good to inquire about her son-in-law's side, but for her little grandson, she had to bite the bullet and ask: "Then, is he not good at that?"

As soon as she heard the word "no", Shen Yijia was stunned and shook her head quickly: "No, my husband is very good, and every time he hurts me..."

Before the sour words were spoken, a loud "bang" sounded at the door.

Remembering that the letter he had written had not been handed over to 30,000, Song Jingchen, who came back to get the letter:...

Ji Luo, who inquired about her daughter and son-in-law's sexual affairs, did not want to be caught by her son-in-law: ...

Shen Yijia, who had no idea what was going on, said, "Xiang Gong, does your foot hurt?"

The voice just now was made by Song Jingchen when he kicked the door.

After being reminded by her, Song Jingchen noticed a piercing pain rising from his feet, he endured the pain and shook his head: "I'll take something and leave."

The letter he had just written was placed on the table.

Stiff all over, without looking sideways, he limped over to pick up the letter and turned to leave.

Walk out a distance and pause: "Jiajia, come out, I have something to tell you."

He was afraid of letting this girl stay here, and he would really be shameless to face his mother-in-law in the future.

No, he can't face it now.

Too, my wife is too embarrassed. If there is a hole in the ground, he can't wait to get into it.

"Oh, good." Shen Yijia blinked at Ji Luo, chasing after Song Jingchen.

Looking at the back of the couple leaving, Ji Luo rested his chin in his hand and pondered for a moment, then sat in front of the book desk and wrote down a recipe, and then came to Mo Yuan: "A Yuan, in the future, follow my recipe for every meal. Your uncle cooks a medicinal meal."

Mo Yuan glanced at the recipe in her hand and paused for a while. Most of the herbs on it were mainly for replenishing Yuanyang.

It turns out that the uncle is not bad, but Yuanyang is insufficient. No wonder the young lady's stomach has not moved.

During lunch, Song Jingchen had a new dish in front of him.

Song Jingchen's forehead throbbed, and he couldn't help thinking of Mo Yuan preparing various soups for him on her own initiative.

"Where are you eating?" A sudden voice sounded.

Song Jingchen stood up as if he had been granted amnesty, "Eunuch Wu."

"Sir Song." Eunuch Wu was flattered and bowed his hands back.

Didn't expect him to come, Ji Luo didn't wear a veil on his face.

When he saw the crisscrossing scars on her face, Eunuch Wu was taken aback, but after all, he was someone who had seen the world, and in just a moment he regained his normal color.

He said politely, "Did our family disturb everyone's meal?"

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes and just wanted to say that you're not talking nonsense.

Song Jingchen said first: "Eunuch Wu came just right, if you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together."

How does this scene seem familiar?

Oh, remembered.

The first time she came to Mrs. Song, she invited herself in to eat noodles so enthusiastically, but this time it was a different person.

The fear of noodles welled up in his heart, Eunuch Wu dared to eat this family's food, he quickly shook his head and said, "Actually, our family was ordered by His Majesty to invite Mrs. Ji into the palace."

"Why are you looking for my mother? Your lord is awake?"

Five days have passed, and it is time to wake up.

"The lord did wake up, but there was something else wrong with his body, and the imperial physicians were helpless, so His Majesty wanted Madam Ji..."

Ji Luo interrupted him: "It's not a big problem since you wake up, we'll talk about it after we finish eating."

"This……"

Song Jingchen said: "It won't take much time, Eunuch Wu also sit down and join us."

"No..." Eunuch Wu still wanted to refuse, but Song Jingchen had already gestured for thirty thousand to add a pair of tableware.

Eunuch Wu: Who are these people!

Sitting down with trembling heart, Song Jingchen saw that he was sitting there and didn't eat. He personally picked up the public chopsticks and put a large chopstick dish into his bowl - the plate in front of him.

Ji Luo frowned, but she couldn't directly tell Song Jingchen that this was for you to make up for Yuanyang, so she could only look at Eunuch Wu unhappy.

Shen Yijia wasn't happy either, the beauty husband hadn't served her dishes yet!

So Eunuch Wu received two pairs of death stares.

He just thought it was because he didn't eat and didn't give face, so he hurriedly picked up the bowl and slammed the rice into his mouth.

Hey, it's delicious.

Song Jingchen coughed lightly: "Eat more if your father-in-law likes it."

After speaking, he picked up the plate and pulled all the dishes into his bowl.

"Enough, enough. Our family can't eat that much."

Song Jingchen held back a smile: "It's okay, eat slowly."

Kylo:  …

Shen Yijia:  …

Feeling that the two eyes on the opposite side became more intense, Eunuch Wu shrank his neck.

Should he eat or not?

"Mother, Jiajia, you can eat it too." Song Jingchen took Ji Luo a crab dumpling ball that she used to chop chopsticks more often, and gave Shen Yijia a big drumstick.

Successfully dispelled the grievances from Shen Yijia for Eunuch Wu.

As for Ji Luo...cough, he said that there was nothing he could do.

After a meal, Eunuch Wu broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, Ji Luo did not refuse to enter the palace because of this.

Shen Yijia was not at ease, and got on the carriage that came to pick him up with Song Jingchen.

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Song Jingchen: Regarding the step-mother, after the subordinates thought that I was not good enough, the mother-in-law thought that I was not good enough.

Shen Yijia: No, Xianggong, you are over the line.