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

The sky was getting dark, and there was another heavy snowfall in the evening, and the servants of the mansion dutifully cleared the snow on the porch outside the house.

Wei Jing was served by the maids and had a meal. After washing up, she leaned on the soft pillow behind her and listened with relish to Xi Ming telling him the storyline in the book.

The servants of Qingxue outside were temporarily transferred from the front yard, so Wei Jing didn't dare to be careless, so he could only pretend to be blind more thoroughly to avoid being caught by outsiders.

"What a majestic Lingnan wolfhound. Seeing that its master was in trouble, it jumped up from the ground, bit the handle of the sharp blade on the table, and rushed into the battlefield with a pair of black eyes shining. Looking at the glory of death..."

Wei Jing leaned on her chin with one hand, while listening to the story, she looked down at the album of cats and dogs at her hand, looking very envious.

After reading this clip of killing the enemy, Xi Ming put the book on the side of the bed and asked, "Little master, do you know how many strange people greeted me when I was looking for a book about a dog as the protagonist at the bookstall?" eyes?"

"I got it now."

Wei Jing glanced at him casually, and then looked behind him, as if waiting for someone to push open the closed bedroom door.

Xi Ming naturally saw his absent-mindedness, and said angrily, "You don't know anything, you only care about yourself."

At the end, he said again: "If you like dogs, you should get one. You won't be jealous all day long about what's in other people's books, and you won't torture me. Before you get married, you have to learn to raise children in advance."

Wei Jing closed the album, and relaxed on the soft pillow behind her, stretching comfortably: "The story is over, you should leave now."

Play life: "..." Kick it away after using it, you deserve it.

In any case, he also lived nearly ten years longer than Wei Jing, so naturally he would not be as knowledgeable as this brat.

"I also said that I don't want to have children with others, and I clearly remember it very much," Xi Ming smacked his lips, threw the scripture book in Wei Jing's hand, got up and fastened his saber, and walked towards the door, "Little master is really heartbroken." One."

Wei Jing narrowed her eyes, but did not seriously argue with Xi Ming.

"I'm not thinking about it."

Instead, she was worried that she would say something she shouldn't say around her aunt.

Xi Ming knew Wei Jing well, and knew that if he really liked the newly married concubine, he would definitely not hide his emotions.

After all, the status of Zhongyonghou's Mansion in the Beiyu Dynasty was incomparable. Even Zhennanhou, who had great military exploits, was a little shorter in front of Zhongyonghou Da Xiteng's outstanding achievements.

And the reason why their Zhennanhou Mansion is still able to maintain its majesty, apart from the special favor of the Holy One, is that there is a royal princess supporting the face of the royal family, so it will not be compared by the Zhongyonghou Mansion.

Looking at the general situation in the court, as long as there are no traitors in the Zhongyonghou's mansion, the Beiyu royal family can protect the well-being of his Daxi lineage for generations.

Therefore, this is also the most direct reason why His Royal Highness the eldest princess is so close to and respects Mrs. Daxi.

If one day Wei Jing's identity as the prince is really revealed, and the Holy Majesty resolutely abandons Wei Jing, who was raised outside the palace by His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, in order to strengthen the surrender of the Crown Prince and other princes to him, then at this time, The Zhongyonghou Mansion, which is full of loyal families, will certainly not sit idly by.

Therefore, for Wei Jing's situation at this time, Da Xici is an excellent choice for public and private purposes.

****

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Adai, the maid in the Wei Jing Courtyard, just came out of the Shi Ziye's bedroom to add tea, when she saw the thinly dressed Shi Zi Concubine standing under the tree in the courtyard, stretching her arms upwards and kneading something.

Seeing this, she hurriedly walked over, raised her head and said to Wei Chu: "Concubine Shizi, please don't freeze, let this servant help you into the house."

Wei Chu raised his head, and when he answered A Dai's words, he still focused on the snow ball in his hand: "It's okay, I'll make some snowmen for the son to play with, this snow fell happily, and the snow is also clean."

After Adai heard Wei Chu's words, she hurriedly "hush" softly, moved to Wei Chu's side, tiptoed and said, "Concubine Shizi, have you forgotten... Shizi's eyes are gone?"

Wei Chu knew that Adai had no malice towards Wei Jing, she was just explaining the facts, so when Wei Chu responded to her, his tone was quite gentle: "Your Majesty just can't see it now, but he will still see it in the future."

"Yes, the crown prince will get better!" Adai knew she had said something wrong, so she stuck out her tongue quickly, and smiled at Wei Chu: "Princess crown prince, I will help you hold the snow."

"I don't feel cold," Wei Chu shook his head and refused, "It's you, go into the house quickly, don't get sick from the cold."

Wei Jing heard it clearly in the room.

Although she was touched in her heart, it also made Wei Jing feel that this girl is really pitifully stupid.

Marrying herself is almost regarded as a widow, but instead of complaining, even her heart is pure and true, as clear and bright as those eyes.

Wei Jing didn't think that Da Xici treated him so well because he really liked him, but because of the years of precepts and deeds of Mrs. Zhongyong and Mrs. Da Xi, it directly led to Da Xici's kindness and fraternity, regardless of gains and losses.

It's just that the more this is the case, the more it makes Wei Jing feel uncomfortable.

While thinking about it, the bedroom door had been opened from the outside, Wei Jing turned over pretendingly, pretending to have just woken up, and sat up in a daze.

"Ah Ci? Is that you?"

Seeing that there were sleep marks on his face, Wei Chu couldn't help but said guiltily: "I woke up the prince."

"No, I was waiting for you to come back, and I didn't fall asleep."

Hearing Wei Jing's tone, what he said seemed to be true, and Wei Chu felt a little relieved.

He walked slowly towards Wei Jing's bed, stretched out his hand that had been hidden behind him, and said in his mouth: "My son, just now my mother told me that my son really wants to make snowballs and make snowmen, and asked me to make some for him." Snowball, bring it to the house and enjoy yourself."

Wei Jing's gaze fell on the long branch held in Wei Chu's hand.

The thick branch is divided into dozens of small branches, and on the tip of each branch in a mess, hangs a small and exquisite snowman.

One can tell at a glance that it was pinched with a lot of strength, and it looks very firm and beautiful.

Wei Jing is indeed very interested in the delicate little snowman in Wei Chu's hands, but what makes him more concerned is that Wei Chu obviously made snowballs for him in the yard out of his own ideas, but why did he want to To lie to him in the name of aunt?

While hesitating in his heart, Wei Jing suddenly saw Wei Chu's slightly flushed cheeks, and immediately understood why the little girl was lying.

So it turned out...it was because of shyness.

Naturally, Wei Chu didn't know that his flushed face was misunderstood as shyness, so he reached out and gently held Wei Jing's wrist, leading him to touch the cool snowball.

"You can't touch it for too long, you can only touch it a little bit or twice, and it's over."

When Wei Chu said this, his expression was very serious, like a stern teacher showing a rare tolerance, allowing the students to have fun for a while.

While drinking chicken soup yesterday, Wei Chu heard Wei Jing and His Royal Highness the Princess acting like a baby, saying that he wanted to build a snowman like before, and together with Xi Ming, he would throw snowballs on the branches of the trees in the courtyard.

On the way back from Kejing Pavilion today, looking at the snow along the road, Wei Chu suddenly remembered Wei Jing's wish yesterday, so he wanted to help him realize it.

Seeing Wei Chu's serious expression, Wei Jing couldn't help laughing.

He hastily said something to cover up his inadvertently revealed emotions: "It's so cold, it's so cold that your fingertips are itchy."

Years of high-intensity training made Wei Chu very unfamiliar with the expression of smiling, but when he saw the interested smile and slightly raised eyebrows on Wei Jing's face after touching the snowman with his fingertips, he immediately fell in love with it. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, and laughed together with Wei Jing.

After Ren Weijing touched all the snowmen on the tree branch, Wei Chu went to get a basin of hot water and wiped Wei Jing's hands clean, not letting go of his fingers.

How could Wei Jing have been served at such a close distance before? Although he pretended to be sick on weekdays, he always got out of bed to do things like grooming and dressing after playfully driving people out.

Even if there was a maid serving from the side, they just stood aside and helped Wei Jing hold the cloth towel, and never reached out to touch his hands or face.

Wei Chu didn't quite understand Wei Jing's reaction, he obviously didn't wipe his face with a cloth towel, but when he was lying under the quilt, Wei Jing's face was redder than his hands soaked in hot water.

"My son, are you... not feeling well?" Wei Chu rarely showed a flustered look, and stretched out his hand to Wei Jing's forehead, wanting to test the temperature, muttering in his mouth, "Could it be because I touched the snow and suffered from the wind and cold?" , starting to have a fever?"

Wei Jing shrank her neck in a hurry, avoiding the oppressive feeling brought by Wei Chu's hand, hid her head in the quilt, and said muffledly: "Ah Ci, I'm fine, but the quilt is too heavy, and it weighs me down a bit. It's hot, take a break."

Wei Chu had no choice but to give up.

But when it comes to things that he can't understand, he has always been unwilling to give up easily.

His face flushed like that, it must be because his condition got worse.

Wei Chu lay on his back on the thickened couch, thinking hard about medicine and food that would be good for his body, and fell asleep in a daze.

Perhaps it was because of thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Wei Chu remembered his missing 12 taels of silver in his dream, and woke up as soon as Yin Shi passed, feeling very depressed.

Suddenly, he felt blessed, and the words that Wuji made fun of him echoed in his ears:

"Report to the official, it's 12 taels of silver, it's not a trivial matter."

Wei Chu didn't have time to see if Wei Jing was asleep, so he subconsciously slapped his thigh hard.

That's it!

He never told Wuji the exact amount of money he had, so how could Wuji know it clearly?

The bastard boy was actually taken by him.

I don't know where Dead Ji is on duty, so Wei Chu can only put a letter in Yuanxiao's kennel to ask him to meet and force him to pay back the money.

He couldn't go to the study in the Hou's mansion to look for pens, inks, papers and inkstones, so he could only quietly get up and walk to the desk in the bedroom, pick up the wolf brush that Wei Jing used when his eyes could still see, and write a few large characters eloquently. After shaking, he folded up the dried letter paper.

However, what Wei Chu didn't know was that just after he folded the letter paper in his arms and put it in his arms, and left the bedroom, Wei Jing, who had been closing his eyes to rest behind his back, opened his eyes.

You must have heard correctly, right?Is it really the sound of origami writing a letter?

His concubine, wrote a letter to... someone else?

***

The third day after getting married is the homecoming day.

With Yunyang reminding him, Wei Chu didn't forget about it, but he didn't intend to follow the rules of ordinary people, and troubled Wei Jing to follow him back to Zhongyonghou's mansion.

After putting away the letter paper and feeding the Lantern Festival and the children, Wei Chu directly embarked on the road of "returning to her natal home".

Wei Jing thought that after breakfast, Wei Chu would come back from the outside, but until he waited until halfway through noon, Wei Chu did not come in from the courtyard gate of Qingmu Pavilion.

I think it was my mother who brought people to her side to chat again.

After finally getting some free time, Wei Jing was still not used to it.

He walked slowly to the side of the couch where Wei Chu was resting for the past few days, leaned over to press the thickness of the quilt, and seeing that the servants didn't treat this imperial concubine, Wei Jing was relieved.

There was a stern voice outside the door: "Little master, Your Highness the eldest princess welcomes you."

Ever since she married a daughter-in-law, every time Wei Jing heard her aunt order someone to call her, her heart tightened subconsciously.

What are you asking him to do today?

Wei Jing couldn't refuse her aunt's invitation, so she had to endure the irritability of being sweated by the fox fur, went out and sat on the thick shoulder pads, and hurried out of Qingmu Pavilion following her orders.

Princess Fuyang saw Wei Jing's figure from a long way away, and hurriedly asked Zhiqiu to support her to meet him, complaining in her mouth: "Ah Ci is going back, why don't you go back with her?"

Back home?

How could Wei Jing, who was married for the first time and hadn't even paid homage, understand this. After hearing what his aunt said, he understood why Wei Chu didn't return to Qingmu Pavilion. It turned out that he had returned to his mother's house.

"Mother, I don't know...there is still the matter of returning home."

When there are other people around, Wei Jing will naturally call Princess Fuyang her mother as usual.

The sickly little prince sat obediently on the chair, and after the maids in the room all retreated, he bowed his head and obediently admitted his mistake, "My child will definitely pay attention next time."

If it wasn't for the face of Wei Jing's illness, Princess Fuyang would have punched this silly child in the face: "You child, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wei Jing smiled, patted Princess Fuyang on the back of the hand, and began to dig a hole according to the plan she had made, "My child likes Ah Ci so much that he is going crazy, how can he get married next time?"

Hearing what Wei Jing said, Princess Fuyang's face immediately looked better, but before she put on a gratified expression, Wei Jing continued: "My child finally understands the true meaning of the short spring night. It's such a beautiful thing to share a bed with the one you love...huh?"

Princess Fuyang is a noble daughter brought up by the royal family. She values ​​etiquette, righteousness and shame in her life. When she heard Wei Jing say such shameful words, she covered Wei Jing's mouth to stop him from talking nonsense. gibberish.

Wei Jing closed her mouth meekly.

After a while, Princess Fuyang still couldn't recover from Wei Jing's words of "sleeping together in the same bed" and "short spring night".

"Ah Jing, you two? All day long..." Her Royal Highness is a decent person after all, and she can only say half of the embarrassing words at best, "...Where?"

Wei Jing nodded without hesitation.

"But in this way, your body..." Princess Fuyang, relying on Wei Jing not being able to see her eyes, looked him up and down suspiciously, and shook her head helplessly, "Shouldn't it be unbearable?"

"If you can't bear it, you have to bear it." Wei Jing made a face of understanding righteousness, as if he was thinking about this family everywhere, "I don't want to let my mother down."

Wei Jing's rebellion follows his aunt's, the more she touches her, the more rebellious she becomes.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Princess Fuyang immediately showed a disapproving expression: "It's okay? How can you delay your recovery because of these trivial things? No, you have to restrain yourself and take care of your body." Lord."

Wei Jing wanted to pretend to struggle again, but unexpectedly, her aunt noticed something was wrong, "Ah Jing, you are not lying, are you?"

"How is it possible, of course not... Well, mother, the child's head is so dizzy..."

Wei Jing, who was questioned, could only pretend to be sick on the spot, and fainted on the ground like a puddle of mud. After being carried all the way back to Qingmu Pavilion's bedroom, she came back to life instantly, thinking about countermeasures in distress.

Since there are more people in the house, Wei Jing's only trouble is that he can no longer slip out of the courtyard at will and jump on the roof of the mansion.

Over time, Wei Chu's existence will delay him from doing many important things.

So in the days to come, they must not continue to live in the same house.

In order to make his aunt more convinced that there was something wrong with his body, Wei Jing sat on the bed and thought hard for more than two hours, and finally came up with a solution.

Xi Ming was so upset that he could only obey his orders and leave.

Wei Jing asked Xi Ming to start from the perspective of kidney deficiency and find some fake medicines for him that would only cause symptoms but not actually get sick.

After eating side by side for a few days, Wei Jing finally collected all the symptoms of kidney yang deficiency as he wished, enough to use this as a reason to sleep in a separate room with the imperial concubine.

But before he had waited for a few hours, he felt something was wrong.

The drama that was urgently called by Wei Jing came, and what caught his eye was the pale and weak crusade of the little master.

"I asked you to get some fake medicine..."

Seeing that Xi Ming stretched out a finger and made a "shh" movement, Wei Jing noticed that he seemed to have lost his composure. Worried about attracting the attention of people outside the room, he quickly lowered his voice, and then asked: "Why do you seem to be giving me a hand?" Got it for real?"

"What does the little master mean by this?" Xi Ming was puzzled.

Indeed, according to Wei Jing's request, he searched through all the non-lethal poisons in the camp of dead soldiers, and finally managed to find this formula.

"My kidney...why does it seem..." Wei Jing was sweating on his forehead, and pressed his waist in disbelief, "...does it really hurt?"

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