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

Being touched on the waist without warning, Wei Jing almost lost his breath.

At a loss, Wei Jing didn't even bother to pretend to be blind, jumped up from the bed in a hurry, turned her head and stared at the drunken person on the bed dumbfounded: "Ah Ci, you...you, why are you here? "

Although Wei Chu was a little stupid after being drunk, the speed in his hand did not drop at all.

He quickly stretched out his hand, easily grabbed Wei Jing's belt, and pulled it along——

Wei Jing grabbed her loose underwear in horror, and stepped back again and again.

In the middle of the night, what is this for?

"Well... where are you going? Come here."

Wei Chu, who was drunk, was different from the introverted past. Holding the cloth in his hand, he refused to let go easily, and even pulled it in his direction quite forcefully.

Wei Jing didn't take precautions, staggered and was pulled back by Wei Chu, and sighed helplessly: "Why did you drink so much wine?"

"Eh?" Wei Chu couldn't listen to his words, but seemed to have discovered something novel, got up from the bed quickly, knelt straight, stared at Wei Jing with bright eyes, "Can your eyes see? "

Wei Jing paused, frowned and looked at Wei Chu, startled that she had forgotten to cover up just now.

Could it be that he was pretending to be drunk?

"Is your leg... all right?"

Wei Chu was naturally really drunk, so he didn't notice Wei Jing's hesitant gaze at all, and only cared about measuring the legs of the person in front of him who was covered under the robe.

"Okay, no..."

Wei Jing was not surprised that his concubine knew that his leg had been broken. After all, it was not difficult for the Zhongyong Houfu to get the news, but what he hadn't said yet came to an abrupt end in Wei Chu's next action.

Xu Shi was still very dizzy, Wei Chu lost his strength after kneeling for a while, and lazily put his head in front of Wei Jing.

Wei Jing's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she lowered her head in disbelief, "...you...what are you doing?"

"Uncomfortable."

Wei Chu snorted, "I don't like drinking."

Wei Jing seldom saw Wei Chu showing such an appearance, and couldn't help thinking that he was a little cute, and couldn't help but want to tease him, "Then you still drink so much?"

"They... all can drink," Wei Chuding said as his jet-black hair was messed up, his neck was soft, and it was difficult for him to sit up straight, so he could only knot his forehead against Wei Jing's silk ribbon She kept dawdling at the place, "That Yaoyao in green clothes said that she wished the son a speedy recovery..."

Wei Jing didn't have time to listen to what the person in front of him was saying, he was already startled by his actions, his ears were ringing, and his heart was beating wildly.

Wei Chu didn't realize it, and still stretched out his hand to point to the picture of Yaoyao persuading her to drink.

He straightened his limp neck with great difficulty, raised his arms to imitate that Yaoyao, twisted his waist hard, and cast a blunt wink at Wei Jing, "Concubine Shizi, please drink more, Shizi's The sickness will be cured one day soon, come, let us pray for the son together~"

Wei Jing's eyes were slightly cold.

Without Yang Anda's permission, how could his concubines have such courage.

Wei Chu was immersed in his performance, sighed distressedly, and patted Wei Jing's leg, his expression was the same as that of His Royal Highness the Princess when she was worried about Wei Jing, "Tell me, how could I not drink? What if? What if it really works?”

"It won't work."

"Nonsense! It will work!" Wei Chu didn't like to hear such bad words, and when Wei Jing leaned towards him, he just raised his hand and slapped him.

Fortunately, his hands and feet became weak from drinking, so he didn't have much strength to hit someone, so Wei Jing's face was just a little numb, and the pain was not very obvious.

"Okay, okay, it will work." Wei Jing could only coax that person to achieve his goal of murdering again.

He covered his face, and vaguely recalled some familiar scenes in his mind. He didn't expect to be slapped by Wei Chu again as soon as he caught a trace.

The movements of Wei Chu's hands became bigger and bigger, and the hairpin in his hair also slipped and fell on the quilt. Wei Jing picked it up and inserted it back into the bun with a smile.

There was no light in the bedroom, only the white moonlight fell on Wei Chu's face through the window, and his usually pale face was slightly reddened by the alcohol, making him look like he was not very old at all. Getting younger and younger.

Wei Chu looked up at him dully, and after a long while, he suddenly laughed foolishly, "You are really good-looking, as good-looking as you were..."

There was something muttered behind him, but Wei Jing didn't hear it clearly.

But he didn't take it seriously, he just felt that the most urgent task right now was to deal with this drunk man.

Wei Jing originally wanted to ask Adai to come in, but the night was already dark, and when Adai woke up, the other servants in the entire Qingmu Pavilion probably would also be woken up.

Most of the other servants in the pavilion except Adai are men. Even if Wei Jing doesn't care about the princess, she won't be willing to be seen by other men when his wife looks naive when she's drunk.

What's more, he cares.

Seeing that Wei Chu was almost unconscious, Wei Jing stretched out his hand tentatively and shook it a few times in front of her concubine's eyes. Seeing that Wei Chu's eyelashes didn't even tremble, she did so. Confidently turned around and went to the bathroom behind the screen to get a basin of hot water.

Wei Chu didn't put any makeup on his face, just cleansing his face with water is enough, and Wei Jing wiped his face with a cloth towel soaked in warm water just to relieve the drunkenness and make people feel as comfortable as possible.

The cheeks touched by the fingertips were smooth and greasy, and Wei Chu, who was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed, didn't feel it, but Wei Jing seemed to be bitten suddenly by a poisonous insect, snake ant, curled up his fingertips suddenly, and jumped back several steps away .

"..."

Wei Jing was very speechless about his psychological endurance. After calming down for a while, he strode forward again, hurriedly wiped Wei Chu's face clean, and then laid down on the bedding near the bed in a fit of anger.

After a long while, he leaned on the pillow and turned his head to the side, and quickly glanced at the person who had fallen asleep.

Wei Chu's sleeping posture is quite regular, lying flat on the bed, with his hands on both sides of his body outside the quilt.

Seeming to be disturbed by Wei Jing's sneaky look at him, Wei Chu closed his eyes and muttered with a smile:

"I like this dream."

Wei Jing was slightly startled, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Wei Chu was still asleep on the couch, and Wei Jing was lying on the other side, blinking her eyes and unable to fall asleep.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and everyone in the Hou’s Mansion will have New Year’s Eve dinner in the Juhe Hall, and Wei Chu’s eyes are swollen from drinking, and I’m afraid it will be hard to get rid of it at dinner, so it’s inevitable that the people in the Hou’s Mansion during the banquet will not be seen. In my eyes, I put it in my daily life as a conversation piece after dinner.

Although Yang Anda's move couldn't cause much harm to the two of them, the disgusting meaning he brought was true enough.

It is difficult for him to get out of the mansion these few days, so the task of going to Wu De's mansion can only be entrusted to the man who can move freely. Thinking that after this year, Yang Anda's good life will come to an end, Wei Jing's mood Immediately improved a lot.

So after daybreak, he asked Adai to help him, and personally went to the library of Qingmu Pavilion to pick out a few valuable antique vases. Before Wei Chu woke up, he took the shoulder car to go Heyang Pavilion.

After Yang Anda's leg was taken over by Xi Ming, the seriousness was not serious, but it didn't get better, so he could only lie on the couch, and let the concubines take care of him closely.

Seeing the expensive and exquisite gifts from Wei Jing, although Yang Anda liked it very much, he still kept a straight face and hummed: "Weasel pays New Year greetings to chickens."

Wei Jing still smiled magnanimously: "Third brother doesn't have to hurt the enemy one thousand and oneself ten thousand just to scold me."

Yang Anda was extremely dissatisfied with the feeling of the punch on the cotton, and gave Wei Jing a hard look, but remembered that his eyes were blind, so he couldn't help being even more annoyed, "Yaoyao, see off the guests."

Although Yaoyao leaning beside him is the most favored and proud of all the concubines, she is not a fool. She naturally understands the importance of Wei Jing and Yang Anda to the Marquis Mansion, but she has not yet When she dared to speak, Wei Jing had already consciously put her hand on the arm of the servant who had come to help him, and was about to turn around and leave.

Wei Jing paused: "Oh, by the way, Third Brother, Happy New Year."

"Who cares about your blessings?" Yang Anda sneered with disdain while eating tangerines, "Can you still be happy after being blessed by you?"

"It doesn't matter if the third brother is rare or not, the main thing is that the fifth brother is worried..." Wei Jing showed an inexplicable smile, "It's too late, I'm afraid there will be no chance."

******

Red lanterns were hung in front of the Juhe hall, which was much more extravagant than in previous years, presumably because of the arrival of the crown prince, no one dared not to pay attention to it.

Princess Fuyang has always been close to people. Every festive season, she would let everyone in the Hou Mansion come to the Juhe Hall to eat the meals she cooked by herself. It is precisely because of her way that the entire Zhennan Hou Mansion Only then are they united as one, better than family members.

"Come, come, let's eat dumplings," Princess Fuyang finished distributing the red envelopes, sat back on the main seat, and ordered with a smile, "Bring them here."

Wei Chu's seat was next to Wei Jing's, and Wei Jing could see the expectant expression on his face.

With the experience of getting along last night, Wei Jing feels that the relationship between the two of them seems to be different from the past all day. When looking at Wei Chu, there is always a sense of belonging.

Princess Fuyang said again: "Golden leaves are wrapped in the dumplings, which symbolize good luck in the New Year. It depends on whether everyone is lucky enough to eat them."

Wei Chu's eyes lit up immediately.

Seeing that the imperial concubine seemed to be very interested in the gold leaves, Wei Jing picked up the chopsticks with a suppressed smile, and couldn't help but want to bring over all the plates in front of everyone present, looking for them one by one, and took all the gold leaves Come out and give it to the greedy ghosts around you.

Wei Jing took a sip of tea, and casually put a dumpling on the plate beside her——

Kachi——

Chopsticks pierced into the dough, making an extremely slight rubbing sound.

Obviously there is something hard inside.

Wei Jing raised his eyebrows slightly.

My aunt really...was too deliberate.

"Here." Wei Jing tentatively groped for Wei Chu's arm, and pushed the caught dumpling into his bowl.

Although Wei Chu was surprised, he did not reject Wei Jing, took the small and cute dumpling while holding the small bowl in his hand, and thanked Wei Jing in a low voice.

Wei Jing didn't move his chopsticks, but silently watched Wei Chu's next move from the corner of his eye.

Hearing a "crack bang", Wei Chu sat up straight with a slightly excited expression.

"I... I ate gold leaves..." he whispered to himself.

Those black eyes were full of joy that he was trying to suppress, and even his cheeks and the tip of his nose were slightly reddened by the heat of the dumpling soup.

Thinking of where the dumplings came from, Wei Chu glanced at Wei Jing gratefully, then quickly came over and whispered to him, "Thank you, my lord."

There was a curl of mist in the warming room, mixed with the cool breath from Wei Chu's body when he approached, and the mix of cold and heat really made it difficult for Wei Jing to calm down.

But Wei Xiaoshizi had seen the big world after all, upon hearing this, he gave a faint "hmm", and fumbled for his teacup calmly, without even turning his head.

Wei Chu still looked at him with his head sideways, his eyes shone with tiny lights, like stars in the night sky.

Wei Jing was calm and calm, she thought she picked up her teacup, and took a sip slowly.

Yang Anru pointed at him in a fuss and shouted:

"Mother! The fifth brother is sick, and his hands are shaking so much that the tea is spilled!"

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