After rebirth, Zha Gong begged me to love him [Rebirth]

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There was a woman's scream in the air, Wang Weizhi was so anxious to see the terrified face of the juggling woman, he was frightened half of his life by the cold shining blade in front of him, he would have to cut off half of his face, but The body fell forward irresistibly under the action of inertia, and Wang Weizhi's round face suddenly turned pale.

Can't escape!He secretly groaned in his heart, he should have called Ah Qing if he knew earlier, at least there was someone beside him who could help him, but it was too late to say anything at this time.

Wang Weizhi's round cat eyes were closed tightly in fright, and within a few breaths, the blade could cut his face into pieces.

At the very moment when everyone couldn't help but cover their eyes, Wang Weizhi's falling body stopped suddenly, a slender arm with well-defined joints hugged him from one side, and the other big hand covered Wang Weizhi's about to touch the blade. close contact with the forehead.

As the soft white gauze fell, there was the sound of flesh being cut open in the eardrums, and blood spattered. Wang Weizhi closed his eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come as expected. On the contrary, there was a scorching heat behind him temperature.

Someone hugged him from behind to save him from the following tragic fate, and someone pulled Wang Weizhi up.

The pale-faced boy still had lingering fears, and a gentle and clear voice sounded behind him, "Are you okay?"

Only then did Wang Weizhi forcefully push back the heart that was about to jump out of his chest, and when he turned his head to look over, he was stunned again, and his heartbeat that had been calmed just now started beating rapidly again.

Standing in front of him was a smiling young man with foxy eyes and crooked eyebrows, the dimple on the left cheek was faintly visible with the smile.

Wang Weizhi looked at him blankly, speechless.

The young man waved the folding fan in front of him, "Why are you so scared?"

After a while, Wang Weizhi came back to his senses, remembered the identity of the person in front of him, and hurriedly said: "Greetings to the third prince."

The other party didn't speak for a while, Wang Weizhi secretly raised his eyes to look at him, the latter was looking at him with a smile, only blushing Wang Weizhi's cheeks, and wiped his face with his hands involuntarily.

This action made the other party smile even deeper, Wang Weizhi was uncomfortable being looked at, "Third, third prince?"

"Sure enough, as the sixth brother said, the little prince of the Wei family is very interesting."

"Ah?", this nonsensical sentence directly stunned Wang Weizhi.

But immediately Wang Weizhi was attracted by the wound on the back of his hand. Wen Xian's right back was cut with a knife blade, and blood was dripping down his fingertips. But still talking to him with a smile on his face, isn't it painful?

"You're injured!" Wang Weizhi only felt a dull feeling in his heart, very uncomfortable, thinking that the other party was injured because of himself, he didn't care about the rules, stepped forward a few steps and pulled his hand up to examine it carefully.

A chuckle came from the side of his face, "Others are afraid that the second prince will avoid me, why are you the other way around?"

Wang Weizhi's arm stiffened, and then he realized that the two people's actions were a bit ambiguous, and he found an excuse and said: "Your Highness was injured because you saved me."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of wound medicine and a plain handkerchief from his bosom. Madam Wei insisted that he take it with him when he went out because she was afraid that he might get hurt, and it finally came in handy today.

Clean up the blood from the wound with a veil, then put the medicine powder on it, and wrap the wound with a veil. With such a deep cut, Wang Weizhi seemed to feel pain, but Wen Xian let him handle it without saying a word. Even looked at him with a smile.

For the first time, Wang Weizhi felt that maybe what Ah Qing said was true, and that he was able to face the pain without saying a word, he must have suffered more pain than this.

Thinking of this, he became a lot more careful and gentle with his movements.

After the wound was healed, the young man put his hand in front of his eyes to have a look, the veil was crooked, barely visible.

Wang Weizhi was a little surprised.

"You're not staying in the Wei Mansion, what are you doing in the east of the city?" Wen Xian lowered his arms.

After being asked this question, Wang Weizhi remembered the purpose of this trip. After the argument just now, half an hour has passed. If Ah Qing wakes up and doesn't see him, he will be very anxious.

"I'm coming to the east of the city to buy drunk duck."

Wen Xian was taken aback, "Isn't Zuixiang Duck a few streets ahead? It's almost to the north of the city."

"This capital city is too big. I've been looking for it for a long time but I can't find it."

"Are you lost?" Wen Xian said with a smile.

Wang Weizhi nodded blushing.

Wen Xian unfolded the folding fan in his hand with a "snap", put it in front of him and shook it, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Wang Weizhi peeked at him, and the smiling face of the other party was really good-looking, although Wei Houye's advice was still in his ears, but Wang Weizhi couldn't help but nodded.

He turned his head and nodded to the pale woman who was frightened, then followed Wen Xian to the front a few streets.

The two talked all the way, and walked all the way to the place selling drunk ducks. Wang Weizhi felt that this third prince was really different. In his memory, the children of the royal family should be difficult to get along with, but this one in front of him was not at all. Air, the two get along well like friends.

When Wang Weizhi bought Drunken Fragrant Duck, the latter was afraid that he would get lost again, so he even sent him near their carriage.

Before saying goodbye, Wang Weizhi felt a little bit reluctant, and asked, "Will His Highness go to the sixth prince's banquet?"

Wen Xian shook the paper fan and winked at him, "Sixth brother sits in the manor, of course he has to go."

Wang Weizhi was overjoyed, and said with a smile, "I'll go too."

The two bid farewell, and Wang Weizhi walked to the carriage with the things he had bought. Sure enough, Ah Qing was pacing back and forth in front of the carriage anxiously.

Seeing him come back, he quickly ran over, "Master, where have you been? I'm dying of anxiety."

Wang Weizhi lifted the Drunken Duck up with a smile, and comforted him: "I saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you. The duck is bought, let's go."

Ah Qing's face was still a little ugly, and she walked around Wang Weizhi, seeing that he was in good condition before getting into the carriage.

The coachman drove the horse staggeringly to the suburbs.

This Wen Xian stood in the corner and watched Wang Weizhi leave, fanning the paper fan in his hand unhurriedly, with a smile on his face, but there was an unknown gleam in the eyes of the fox.

After a long while, a woman came from behind, and looked closely at which woman was dressed exactly the same as that busker.

The woman came over and knelt behind Wen Xian, and said in a low voice, "Master."

Wen Xian put away the paper fan with a "snap", "You did a good job, go down."

The woman looked very respectful, bowed and retreated.

Wen Xian turned around and glanced at the handkerchief wrapped on the back of his hand. A moment later, a blood-stained Supa fell from above and landed on the dusty muddy ground. Pass.

Wen Xian waved the paper fan and left, leaving only the veil covered with dust and dirt.