Chapter 681: Accident (2)
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“I found it in the courtyard,” Sister Huan explained softly. She thought of something and said, “Big Brother, you don’t know, but it was very fierce at first. It even wanted to bite someone.
“It’s winter, and the snakes are all hibernating. Why would it appear in the courtyard?” Song Jingchen frowned.
Sister Huan shrank back and mustered her courage to say something.
Lin Shao quickly stood up. “Brother Song, I brought the snake back.”
Shen Yijia said suspiciously, “Why did you catch a snake for no reason? If you want to eat snake meat soup, you should have caught a bigger one.”
At the mention of snake meat soup, she looked at the little snake and swallowed.
The little snake, which was originally sticking out its tongue happily, lowered its arrogant head, but it was unwilling to take half a step away from the incense burner.
“No, it’s not for food.” Lin Shao quickly waved his hand.
Shen Yijia blinked. “Then can I eat it?”
Such a small snake did not seem to be enough.
Lin Shao was speechless.
Song Jingchen held his forehead. Who was the one who screamed in fear just now?
Although Lin Shao had brought the snake back, Song Jingchen treated everyone equally and punished each of them to write a self-reflection letter.
On the other hand, Shen Yijia ate the snake meat soup that she had been longing for. Song Jingchen personally made it.
Sister Huan and the others, who knew the truth, exclaimed, “Big Brother is too biased!”
The next day, just as the sun rose in the east, someone knocked on the Song family’s door.
South Wind opened the door and saw a monk leading an ox cart. He frowned and asked, “Who are you looking for?”
“I’m from the Hidden Spirit Temple. I have something urgent to discuss with Madam Song.”
Shen Yijia had just put on her clothes when she heard MO Yuan’s report. She opened the door with a bang. “Furball is injured? Who told you that?”
“It’s a monk. He’s outside the door.”
Before she could finish, she felt a gust of wind brush past her. In the blink of an eye, Shen Yijia had already left the courtyard.
Song Jingchen came out a step later than her and quickly followed with a frown.
When he reached the door, he saw Shen Yijia urging South Wind to prepare the horses.
“What’s wrong with Furball?” Song Jingchen pulled her back and asked.
Shen Yijia’s face tensed up. She pointed at the monk beside her and said patiently, “He said that Furball is seriously injured. I have to take a look.”
She had just condensed a drop of spiritual liquid in her body. As long as Furball was still alive, she could save it.
Song Jingchen didn’t let go of her hand. He looked at the monk and asked in a
low voice, “Who asked you to come?”
It was no wonder that Song Jingchen suspected him. As soon as they entered the capital, they placed Furball in the back mountain of the Hidden Spirit Temple. There shouldn’t be many people who knew that Shen Yijia raised such a tiger.
The monk pressed his palms together. “Amitabha. The abbot asked me to come.”
Song Jingchen wanted to question him further.
Shen Yijia interrupted him. “Hubby, he’s telling the truth.”
She reached out with her other hand. On it was a red string with a knot in the middle. There should have been a porcelain bottle tied there.
Although she did not know why Furball was seriously injured despite having the spiritual liquid, its life was at stake. She could not ignore it.
Song Jingchen was also present when Shen Yijia prepared this thing, so he naturally recognized it.
He pursed his lips and said, “I’ll go with you.”
Shen Yijia shook her head. “Don’t you still have to enter the palace? I can go by myself.”
He wasn’t sure if it was a trap, so why would Song Jingchen let her go alone? He said firmly, “I can enter the palace after we come back.”
South Wind had already prepared a horse. Hearing this, he brought out another horse.
After greeting Madam Li, the two of them rushed to the Hidden Spirit Temple.
It was still early, and the weather was cold. There were not many devotees in the Hidden Spirit Temple. Before they could ask around, a young monk came up to them and asked, “Amitabha. Are you Young Master Song and Madam
Song?”
Song Jingchen nodded.
Actually, the suspicion in his heart had mostly dissipated after walking all the way here unimpeded.
“Master has been waiting for you for a long time. Please follow me.” The small monk extended his hand in invitation.
The two of them followed him all the way to the back of the mountain. After a long time, Shen Yijia realized that a small wooden house had been built beside the Release Pool.
The abbot was standing in front of the wooden house. Riceball was there too.
Noticing that Riceball’s snow-white fur was dyed red, Shen Yijia’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly ran over. “Riceball.”
Song Jingchen stopped in his tracks. Although he had never seen Furball’s wife, he had heard Shen Yijia mention that she had named it Riceball.
Riceball, who was staring warily at the abbot to prevent him from approaching, immediately retracted its fangs when it heard her voice. It growled and pounced at Shen Yijia..