After marrying the shadow guard little husband, he carried a cub

When Xi Ming came back from the back mountain, Wei Jing was leaning on several soft pillows stacked together and slowly drinking medicine.

Seeing that Mr. Xi Ming walked in with the cold wind, the maids' movements became more cautious. After all, compared to the eldest son who needs to be taken care of carefully on the bed, the commander of the shadow guard who just entered the door is the one in the palace. A character that all the attendants fear.

Xi Ming turned around and closed the bedroom door without saying a word, just stood at the door with such a cold handsome face, staring at Wei Jing drinking medicine, so scared that the maids wished Wei Jing could take a sip of water. Take a sip of water from the kettle to prove to Xi Ming that they have not neglected the elder son.

Wei Jing pretended to be a patient and was tired, and Xi Ming came in at this time, just to rescue him from the state of boredom.

So, he tentatively stretched out his hand, handed out the porcelain bowl, waited for the maid to take it, and asked at the same time, "Is it a play?"

Seeing Wei Jing acting there with gusto, he could only cooperate as usual.

He cupped his fists slightly, and his voice carried a bit of grief that he couldn't suppress every time he saw this scene: "Little master, it's me."

Wei Jing sat up straight, her eyes pretending to be out of focus did not look in the right direction.

He asked gently, "Just came from mother's side?"

After finishing speaking, before Xi Ming could reply, he ordered to the maids waiting in front of the bed: "Go down first."

Playing orders to sideways avoid the maid who left the bedroom with teapots and cups, and replied: "Yes, His Royal Highness the eldest princess asked me to take care of the little master."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last maid who went out also just closed the bedroom door.

After hearing the sound of footsteps outside the door leaving in an orderly manner, Wei Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and lazily lay back on the soft pillow, waiting for the teasing that fate would follow.

"After it's done, I think you should go to the troupe to be that pillar."

Although Xi Ming's identity is the shadow guard protecting the lord, he is also the master who teaches Wei Jing martial arts. During the years of getting along, the two have already become a teacher and friend. Therefore, when talking with Wei Jing, Xi Ming can't help He would be so rigid about the etiquette between master and servant that he was even specially ordered by Princess Fuyang not to call Wei Jing the eldest son, nor to call himself Wei Jing's subordinate.

Wei Jing threw a plump apple to Xi Ming, and after Xi Ming caught it firmly, he took another one and ate it.

Xi Ming has profound internal skills and extraordinary ear power. To him, the movements a hundred feet away are as clear as ordinary people can hear what is in front of them. Therefore, after ensuring that there are no people who should not exist around Qingmu Pavilion, Xi Ming started to accompany him. chat mode.

"Is the young master going to send Miss Daxi a gift today? What are you going to give today, Fang Tianji or Meteor Hammer?"

Xi Ming knew the real intention of Wei Jing in giving the gift, but now she saw that Mrs. Daxi seemed very satisfied with Wei Jing's actions and with Wei Jing, so after learning that those famous horses and famous swords would not come back, her tone of voice It took a bit of teasing.

Wei Jing shrugged lazily, deliberately followed the joke, and said with a smile: "You can't send them so often, otherwise it will look like a fool who only knows how to please."

"Little master is too modest, you have firmly established your idiot image in the hearts of every commoner in this capital."

Wei Jing smiled and skipped the joke, remembering her serious business.

"Where is the dead man, have you found it?"

Xi Ming shook his head: "I haven't found it, and I can't find it."

There has always been a strict order in the camp of dead soldiers. Every dead soldier has his own number. When performing tasks on weekdays, even if he returns half an hour late and is discovered by the commander, he will be punished and recorded in the book. How can there be a search? less than human situation.

Therefore, Wei Jing couldn't help being a little surprised: "Why?"

"The dead soldiers in the camp were not only taken away by Mrs. Daxi today..." Xi Ming frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with what he was going to say next, "When I went to the dead soldiers camp to check people, I found that Counting the three taken away by Mrs. Daxi, a total of 15 people have been taken away from the death camp during this period of time."

"How could this be?"

Xi Ming has always firmly grasped the right of dead soldiers to take life and death in his hands. Under his strict supervision, how could such absurd things like losing dead soldiers happen.

"Except for me, those who have the right to decide the whereabouts of the dead, except for His Royal Highness the Princess..."

Xi Ming picked up the cloth towel hanging by the sink, and began to wipe the blood-stained blade, and continued, "The only one left is Master Hou."

"What did Uncle take away so many dead men?"

When Wei Jing asked this question out of his mouth, he already vaguely had an answer in his heart.

He had heard people discussing the dead men in the Hou's mansion, and he also learned from their conversations that both merchants and dignitaries in Beijing were very jealous of these life-saving stakes in Zhennan Hou's mansion.

But even if they were willing to bid ten thousand taels of gold in exchange for safe access, the Zhennan Hou Mansion would not let go.

But what they don't know is that Yang He, the Marquis of Zhennan, is no longer the champion of the past. He has been immersed in the chaotic court for many years, so it is difficult for him to be alone.

When faced with the ultimate temptation, no one can refuse decisively, and Zhennanhou is no exception.

If Emperor Yongshuo hadn't considered his outstanding achievements and turned a blind eye to deal with his corruption and bribery, the entire Zhennanhou Mansion would have been bloodbathed many times.

"Although in the Marquis Mansion, most of the dead soldiers are not as good as the shadow guards, but if they are taken out and placed next to ordinary people, not to mention the status of shadow guards, even the vanguard generals can do it."

Xi Ming knows how hard it is to train a qualified dead soldier, and it is really difficult for him to accept this level of loss for a while.

"The dead men can only have one master. The dead men who were taken away have long since erased all traces. After being taken out, these dead men who have obtained new masters are completely qualified for the job of shadow guards. I am afraid that it will take a lot of trouble. It's hard to get them back."

Wei Jing suddenly sighed in disappointment.

******

Wei Chu has been hiding in the dark all year round and kept company with the night, so he was still not used to standing suddenly under the sun at this moment.

He stood on the porch, half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and he looked away slightly to avoid meeting the direction of the sunlight.

The sunlight fell on Wei Chu's drooping eyelashes, casting a pleasing shape on the lower eyelids. The soft light and shadow were cut into half-brightness by his tall nose bridge, which inexplicably softened his aloofness a lot .

Even though it was a warm and warm noon, the young man's pale skin seemed to be glowing coldly, unable to be penetrated by the warmth.

Mrs. Daxi watched him, waiting patiently for Wei Chu's answer.

Although Wei Chu was very confused and even angry that he was taken to the Zhongyonghou's mansion without knowing it, but even though he was furious, he did not impulsively speak out to offend the Mrs. Zhongyonghou in front of him.

Because there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart, the hope that he can return to the Zhennanhou Mansion.

For all the dead soldiers and shadow guards, there is nothing more exciting than being an upright guard.

But Wei Chu's ambition is not here. He just wants to realize the wish that he has been working hard for...to become that person's shadow guard.

Therefore, such a once-in-a-lifetime good thing can be said to be useless to him.

After experiencing repeated competitions in the death camp, Wei Chu is quite confident in his ability to fight, not to mention that after leaving the Zhennanhou Mansion, there are very few people who can fight, only relying on the Zhongyonghou Mansion With this level of combat strength of the government soldiers, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to fight against him.

But Wei Chu deeply understands that he can't choose the bad strategy of forcing it now, but wants Mrs. Daxi to voluntarily give up the idea of ​​making himself the shadow guard of Zhongyonghoufu.

"Seventeen."

The name Wei Chu was chosen by himself, and no one knew about it except Wuji.

And seventeen is his number in the death camp.

The dead men who are only worth killing are different from the quick-minded shadow guards. In that dark place, the dead men only have numbers, no close relatives, and no names.

Only after being fortunate enough to become a shadow guard can one obtain the right to own a name.

"Seventeen..."

Mrs. Daxi repeated Wei Chu's words softly.

Steward Chen, who was on the side, acted as Mrs. Daxi because he had never seen a dead man covered in murderous looks, so he became so sluggish and sluggish.

He cleared his throat, and hastily confirmed his judgment to Mrs. Da Xi: "Madam, from the appearance of this dead man, you can tell that the villain is not lying."

Mrs. Daxi ignored him, but got up from her seat in a hurry, not even caring about the dignity of being the mistress, and walked in front of Wei Chu.

Her body only reached Wei Chu's chin, standing next to a tall and long-legged boy, Mrs. Daxi could only look up at him slightly: "Your name is Shiqi?"

Wei Chu also stared into her eyes with lowered eyes, and after a while, he nodded his head as a reply.

Mrs. Daxi raised her hand, gesturing to hold Wei Chu's arm, but before she touched Wei Chu, she was stopped by Housekeeper Chen who rushed over and stopped her, shouting loudly: "Madam, be careful!"

The dead will instinctively attack those who touch him, and Wei Chu is no exception, but looking at the tearful eyes of the middle-aged woman in front of him, he suddenly hesitated.

While Wei Chu was hesitating, Mrs. Daxi had been helped by Steward Chen's maid to the side. Steward Chen was staring at him defensively, making a futile gesture of confrontation.

Faced with Shang Wei Chu's eyes that seemed to be hiding ice, Steward Chen resisted the fear, and insisted on putting on a fearless posture in front of his mistress, and reprimanded Wei Chu:

"Don't forget, Deputy Commander Mo has ordered that since you have become a member of the Zhongyonghou Mansion, all matters must be handled according to the rules of the Hou Mansion."

Wei Chu remained silent, but his refusal to refute could be regarded as acquiescing to Butler Chen's words.

Mrs. Daxi still looked at Wei Chu seriously, as if she wanted to find some hidden facts through those unfeeling eyes.

"And you show... your left arm."

Mrs. Daxi seemed to be confirming something, and insisted on looking at Wei Chu's arm.

Thinking that this is not too much, Wei Chu didn't care too much, and pulled off the strap of the gauntlet between his wrists, revealing his long and thin arms.

After seeing Wei Chu's arm clearly, one of the maids beside Mrs. Daxi couldn't hold back, and screamed, "Ahhh!"

There are still bloodstains on Wei Chu's wrists, which are the hideous wounds accidentally left during the assassination mission the day before yesterday.

In Wei Chu's view, this kind of minor injury that had been spent overnight was almost healed, but in the eyes of the maids who had never seen such an injury, it was as frightening as death.

Mrs. Daxi was about to reach out to touch the swollen bloodstain on her arm, but she was reminded loudly by Chen Steward: "Madam, you should be more careful!"

"Come on, raise your hands up."

Although Wei Chu found it strange, facing Mrs. Da Xi in such a state, he just felt that he could not refuse her request.

Why is she like this? Could it be that she looks very similar to her child?

Oddly enough, when Wei Chu came to his senses again, he found that he had actually raised his hand a little cooperatively, so that Mrs. Daxi could check it.

After looking carefully several times, Mrs. Daxi let Wei Chu show her back, ankles and knees, but she couldn't find what she wanted to see.

She finally shook her head in disappointment, and muttered to herself: "No... nothing."

"Ma'am, nothing?"

Butler Chen was very confused by Mrs. Daxi's reaction today.

Madam's attitude seemed to be that she accidentally mistook the dead man for someone.

"It's really not."

Mrs. Daxi staggered back to the chair supported by the maid, and sighed in despair, "That's right, how could it be him."

Back then she clearly saw the child's tiny bones, how could she think that the handsome young man in front of her was what the child would look like when he grew up.

It can only be said that it was too much of a coincidence.

After completely giving up, Mrs. Daxi's attitude towards Wei Chu did not become ruthless, but her words were slightly alienated:

"Since you have become the guard of my Daxi family, you must obey my orders in all matters."

Mrs. Daxi could see the resistance emanating from Wei Chu from the inside out, and when she saw it, she also sighed: "I know you won't be willing to just follow my assignment from today, you want to go back to town Nanhou Mansion, right?"

Once upon a time, I heard Lord Hou talk about the battlefield. In Tibet, there is a kind of mastiff named Cang Li. It is tall and brave. It has a strong hostility towards strangers. Easy to approach.

But its combat power has made countless soldiers covetously, but it has always been hindered by its inability to make it obey its own orders, so it can only wait eagerly for the opportunity.

If you really want to use Cang Yi to fight, you can only buy its owner at a high price.

Because Cang Yi only recognizes one master in her life, if she takes good care of her in her childhood, even if the master is in dire straits in the later days, Cang Li will never waver, and will follow her heart until death.

Perhaps Zhennanhou's Mansion really has an incomparable advantage in capturing people's hearts.

Wei Chu was a little surprised at Mrs. Daxi's ability to see through his own thoughts. After all, since he came to the Zhongyonghou Mansion, he was very obedient and showed no resistance. It's a lot easier.

He nodded honestly, waiting for Mrs. Da Xi's next words.

"I heard..." Mrs. Da Xi's gaze carried a hint of inquiring, "The dead will more or less use disguises in order to carry out their missions. Is this true?"

Even though this Seventeen's appearance no longer needs to be disguised to match Da Xici's appearance, Mrs. Da Xi still wants to make more preparations.

Due to the wound on his body, Wei Chu was still feverish and dizzy. Although he could hear Mrs. Daxi's words, he couldn't respond quickly, so he could only answer concisely: "Yes."

"It's not impossible for you to go back to Zhennanhou's Mansion..."

"Ma'am, are you serious?"

Hearing this, Wei Chu's eyes lit up, revealing the childishness of a young man in a rare way.

Mrs. Daxi saw a rare smile on his face, and her mood became much lighter:

"But I have one thing to ask you."

Wei Chu's back was straight, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly: "Madam, but it's okay, Shi Qi will definitely do his best."

Seeing that he agreed happily, Madam Daxi said calmly: "You are very similar to my Ah Ci, so..."

Wei Chu suddenly had a bad feeling.

Mrs. Daxi seemed to see through Wei Chu's thoughts, and nodded to him, as if agreeing with his thoughts:

"On the eighth day of next month, you will marry Wei Jing, the eldest son of Zhennan Houfu, for Ah Ci."

After hearing Mrs. Daxi's words, Wei Chu was so shocked that he almost coughed on the spot. He immediately looked into Mrs. Daxi's eyes, trying to discern the authenticity of these words from her eyes.

"The prince of the Marquis of Zhennan likes my Ah Ci, but my family Ah Ci escaped from marriage."

Wei Chu clenched his fists and listened attentively.

Mrs. Daxi was not worried at all that Wei Chu would know this ulterior secret. She took a sip of tea and continued, "I understand that you are loyal to the Zhennan Hou Mansion, so you should consider your son's physical condition even more."

Wei Chu was caught by what she said, so he could only listen to the ins and outs of the matter in silence for the time being, and let Mrs. Daxi shake his heart irresistibly.

"My son is blind and weak, so he won't discover your identity. Besides, he and my family Ah Ci haven't seen each other for many years. The marriage contract between the two was originally ordered by their parents and a matchmaker's words. Strange thing."

"However, if the prince learns that this fact, which is unbearable for ordinary men, is placed on such a weak prince, do you think he can survive this winter?"

The cold wind in the evening invaded Wei Chu's thin collar. He stood there quietly with his head down, wondering what was going on in his mind.

It wasn't until the afterglow dissipated and the sunset ended that Wei Chu raised his head as if making up his mind, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"Okay, I'll marry."

The author has something to say:

Good night, babies~ The red envelope continues~

[Ah Chu is a brother who can give birth to babies, so he is not the same as ordinary twins. He and his sister look very similar~muamuamua~]