The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 527 Entering the Palace

  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 he realized 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 brainer immediately made up a scene in his mind that love can't help but kill his husband ruthlessly.

   Some people even wrote it into a book for sale.

   Not to mention, it's still selling very hot.

   "This Wu Sanniang is from the Yu family, then this Chen Zhaoling is a big scumbag." Shen Yijia read the book with relish while holding the book that just came out.

   is related to the royal family, no one dares to write it blatantly, it is all implied by changing the identity and changing the name.

  Shen Yijia can't remember which version he has watched.

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

The only difference    is the process in between.

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

  Some are the male protagonist who is known to the female protagonist in his foster room, and hates them because of jealousy.

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

  Shen Yijia only dared to peek behind Ji Luo's back at first, and didn't want to be accidentally caught by Ji Luo - and finally 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 corners 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 good as you."

   "Little 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 was sour.

  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, "Xianggong, 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: "You slick little liar."

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

  The warm breath and the sweet fragrance hit the nostrils, Song Jingchen's eyes swept away casually——

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

   It's even more fascinating when it's looming.

   His face was hot, and his mouth was dry.

   Shen Yijia probed for a long time and saw that he didn't move for a long time, and she was tired from stretching her neck.

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

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

   "Jiajia, you..."

  Song Jingchen retreated.

   He retreated too hastily, 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 okay if 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 struggled to get up, rubbed her sore forehead, and looked at the culprit resentfully.

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

   After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out, not daring to look at Ji Luo when he passed by.

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

   came back to her senses and found that Shen Yijia was looking at herself, she packed up her emotions, walked over, and said with a smile, "Isn't my mother here at the wrong time?"

   Certainly not the time.

  I thought so mentally, 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 looked like she wanted to be dissatisfied, but Ji Luo didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

   So unpretentious, she really is her daughter.

   But fortunately, Jia Jia is luckier than her.

   She caught a glimpse of Shen Yijia rubbing her belly that was hurt by the fall. She smiled and said, "Jiajia, mother, let me check your pulse."

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

   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 euphemistically: "Jiajia, that is... Is that Ah Chen making trouble with you at night?"

  According to what Mo Yuan said, the young couple has been married for almost three years, and it is not because of bad feelings that they live in separate rooms. They share the same bed every day, and their stomachs should be moving.

   But there is none. Jiajia has no problems with her body at all, so it must be her son-in-law who has problems.

   "Cause?" Shen Yijia tilted her head: "Don't make trouble, you can sleep peacefully."

   What posture did you take when you fell asleep, what posture did you take when you woke up, and you didn’t snort.

   Ji Luo's heart skipped a beat, Ah Chen was just at a young age, 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 the sake of her little grandson, she had to bite the bullet and ask: "Then, is he not good at his side?"

   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 it hurts me..."

  The sour word hadn't come out, and a loud "bang" sounded at the door.

   Remembering that the letter he had written had not been handed over to 30,000, so 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, "Xianggong, does your foot hurt?"

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

   As soon as she was reminded, 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.

  He was stiff all over, without looking sideways, limped over to pick up the letter, turned and left.

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

   He was afraid of letting this girl stay here, and he would really have no face to face his mother-in-law in the future.

   is also not right, he can't face it now.

  Madame, my wife is so 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 young couple leaving, Ji Luo rested his chin in his hand and pondered for a moment, then sat down in front of the book desk and wrote 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 nourishing 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.

   "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 in return.

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

  Suddenly seeing the crisscrossing scars on her face, Eunuch Wu was startled, but after all, he was someone who had seen the world, and in just a moment he returned to his normal color.

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

  Shen Yijia rolled her eyes, just wanted to say that you are not talking nonsense.

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

   Why does this scene seem a bit familiar?

   Oh, I remembered.

   It was the first time that Mrs. Song invited herself in to eat noodles with such enthusiasm, 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, so he 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, so it's time to wake up.

   "Your Majesty 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!

  Sit down in fear, 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 he couldn't directly tell Song Jingchen that this was for you to make up for Yuanyang, so he could only look at Eunuch Wu unhappy.

  Shen Yijia is also not happy, the beauty Xianggong hasn't served her vegetables yet!

   So Eunuch Wu received two pairs of death stares.

   He just thought it was because he didn't eat and didn't save 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 saying that, 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."

  Jiro:  …

  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 noodle 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...ahem, he said he couldn't do anything.

   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.

  ————

  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.

   (end of this chapter)