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

Wei Jing couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed, stretched her head and got as close as possible to the direction of the sound outside the door.

If he remembered correctly, the husband and wife hadn't seen each other since taking the medicine Xi Ming gave him.

How did Wei Chu know about his...unable to get up?

Could it be that the medicine given to him by Xi Ming also contained soothing ingredients, so that Wei Chu entered the room and opened his... while he was asleep? ? ?

Wei Jing shook his head violently.

No, his wife is so noble, elegant, sacred and inviolable, how could she do such a blushing thing.

Outside the door, Doctor Sikong was still dutifully answering questions for the Crown Princess.

"If you want to recover with food supplements, it may take a little longer. If you take medicine, it will be faster."

Wei Chu wrote it down carefully, and then asked: "What about acupuncture? Will it make this disease better?"

Doctor Sikong nodded, "Yes, but I usually use acupuncture and moxibustion to treat my eyes and body deficiency. If I don't treat it well, I'm afraid it will make my son suffer a lot."

Wei Jing's heart was surging.

Let's not mention how the lady learned about his refusal, just because she took the initiative to consult Dr. Sikong about this matter... Could it be that she has figured it out and is willing to perform Zhou Gong's ceremony with herself?

It is not too late.

Wei Jing hurriedly turned around, jumped onto the bed nimbly, turned out the blushing picture books that Xi Ming brought back for him from the hidden compartment, and glanced twice with red ears.

Suddenly, the voice outside the door quieted down, and then, Doctor Sikong pushed open the bedroom door without warning——

Wei Jing was taken aback. Although she quickly covered the drawing book under the quilt with her hands, the restlessness caused by the picture could not be calmed down in an instant.

"Your Majesty." Doctor Sikong walked to the side of the bed with the medicine box on his back and stood still.

He stared at Wei Jing's pale and blush face, and sighed with heartache: "The imperial concubine is right, the imperial concubine's weakness is really getting worse."

Wei Jing had no choice but to admit that he was so ruthless in his actions, and followed Doctor Sikong and sighed.

"Elder Concubine."

He summoned Wei Chu who was about to go back to his room, and strode towards him.

Hearing his voice, Wei Chu stood still, turned around and asked calmly, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Ximing?"

Xi Ming rarely encountered things that made him so curious, so he didn't care about his dignity, so he called Wei Chu directly.

In addition, he had already noticed a clue from Wei Chu's daily habits, and it was also out of a rather bold temptation to take the initiative to stop him at this time.

"This subordinate has a question and wants to ask the Crown Princess."

Wei Chu nodded: "My lord, please tell me."

When speaking, both of them lowered their voices at the same time, as if they were worried about being heard by the people in the room.

With this tacit understanding, Xi Ming once again deepened his inference.

"Dare to ask how the concubine Shi Zi knew that the little master was not..." Halfway through the sentence, Xi Ming still chose to save the face of his little master, and changed the word "not to lift", "... hidden disease? "

As Wei Jing's personal bodyguard, this remark is not overreaching. Even if the concubine was annoyed by the question and went to His Royal Highness the eldest princess, he would not be severely punished. After being reprimanded for a few words, there must be nothing to say.

Wei Chu naturally understood this truth, but he didn't feel that his three-legged cat's kung fu could hide his life, so he replied frankly: "I overheard, as Ah Jing's wife, I am worried about his health." , is also reasonable."

Xi Ming subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

When he was talking to the little master yesterday... the crown prince was outside?

Xi Ming's stature is extremely high, even in front of Wei Xiaoshizi who is eight feet two inches tall, he is still much taller.

Therefore, under such physical conditions, it is particularly difficult for him to hide his figure and the sound of his footsteps. Therefore, when he kills, he usually has to be faster and more agile than other dead soldiers walking along the way, so that he can successfully complete the task.

And this has also created his ruthless heart. When facing all things that show signs of strangeness, there is no room for half a grain of sand in his eyes.

"The concubine knows martial arts, and my subordinates know about it," Xi Ming smiled, and changed the subject, "But I don't know about lightness kung fu... Who did you learn from?"

"My lord," Wei Chu looked at him with a smile, "My surname is Daxi."

Xi Ming knows that a person with the word "Daxi" in his name would be strange if he doesn't know martial arts, but Shi Zifei's lightness kung fu...is really confusing.

Over the years, he has seen many masters of Beiyu one after another. There are indeed people who are superior to him in Qinggong, but the concubine in front of him is clearly a girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old. , It is absolutely impossible to practice to such a degree.

Xi Mingfu took another serious look at Wei Chu.

This ability to hide from traces is actually slightly better than the top experts in the death camp.

******

Puyang Pavilion.

Since Mrs. Daxi took Wei Chu away, Death Ji, who was separated from his best friend, was sent by Deputy Commander Mo from the side of the eldest son Yang Anqi to the courtyard of the eldest son of the Hou Mansion, Yang Anqi.

At the beginning, Wuji still felt that it would be a bit wasteful to put his military power with nowhere to put it by Yang Anqi's side.

But after a long time, he found that even though this poor young master was disabled, he had never beaten and scolded his servants like Yang Anda wantonly to vent his anger, and he was even doing nothing when he was idle. At that time, he took the initiative to teach the maids and servants in the academy to read and write, and their personalities were very gentle and kind.

The sun was just right, and Death Ji was busy carrying out the quilts in Yang Anqi's bedroom to dry, so that when the young master was sleeping, every quilt would smell like the soft sun.

"Don't be busy," Yang Anqi tapped the table with his knuckles with a smile, "You've been busy for almost two hours, and I'm so tired just looking at it."

Xingji wiped the thin sweat from the sun on his forehead, grinned and said: "This subordinate is thinking about putting the quilt..."

Yang Anqi interrupted him, "Come and take a look at this painting of mine, is it still eye-catching?"

Death Ji immediately came over, and immediately swallowed back the words of praise he had prepared.

He really didn't understand what Yang Anqi wanted to express, but judging from his past life, he only felt that in this beautiful landscape painting...

"There are dangers everywhere, and there are many murderous intentions."

Yang Anqi didn't answer his words, just lowered his head and rubbed his ink, and after a long time, he said softly to Zangji who was standing in front of the table: "I've already looked like this, and I don't want to pose a threat to some people anymore, so here I am. In the Hou Mansion, my Puyang Pavilion is the safest place."

Death Ji didn't want his master to be so self-deprecating and self-defeating, he opened his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know how to persuade so as not to hurt the young master's heart, so he could only give up.

Yang Anqi seemed to be aware of Death Ji's hesitation to speak, he raised his head and glanced at his shadow guard, and said with a smile: "Ah Jing's health is not good, and she was born as a prince, so it will naturally hinder other people's eyes."

He has never mentioned who this "some people" and "others" are, but Wu Ji already knew it in his heart, and nodded upon hearing the words.

All of Zhaji's understanding of the son of the Hou Mansion came from Wei Chu, so when he heard someone talking about Wei Jing on weekdays, he would naturally pay more attention to Wei Chu.

This time Yang Anqi took the initiative to talk about Wei Jing's body, and it was inevitable that Xing Ji became more focused on this topic.

"All along, my mother has high hopes for Ah Jing, part of which is because Ah Jing is indeed talented and intelligent, and is the best candidate to inherit the Marquis Mansion, and another reason..."

Yang Anqi didn't say anything more, took a sip of slightly cold tea, with a dignified expression.

Dead Ji stepped forward and took the cup in Yang Anqi's hand, heated the tea in the cup with internal force, then handed it back to him, then returned to the place where he stood before and stood up again.

Yang Anqi put down his teacup with a smile on his lips, looked down at the painting he had just finished, and after a while, stretched out his hand to roll up the ink-stained paper, sighed, and threw it on the ground in disappointment.

Dead Ji stepped forward hurriedly, wanting to bend down to pick it up, but was stopped by Yang Anqi in a low voice, so he had to give up.

Yang Anqi looked up at Death Ji, and said in a gentle voice:

"Recently, the situation in Beijing and China has become more and more tense. There will be no problems here. When you are on duty, you should pay more attention to the movements in Qingmu Pavilion."

******

When soldiers collide, the sound is cold.

Wei Chu hurriedly pushed the door out of the house, and subconsciously glanced at Wei Jing's bedroom, seeing that Tian Yi had already guarded the door, he felt relieved.

"You take good care of your son, I'll go to Gewu to see the situation."

The obedience of shadow guards is no less than that of dead soldiers. On the basis of obedience, they also have the incomparable flexibility of dead soldiers.

Tian Yi cupped his hands towards Wei Chulue, his curved knuckles were clenched tightly on the hilt of the sword, making a sensational snap.

Wei Chu nodded, and while leaping up to the roof, he quickly tied the fluttering obstructive skirt into a ball. After a few vertical leaps, he arrived outside the Qingmu Pavilion courtyard, where he was obviously being pulled farther and farther consciously by the assassins. battlefield.

"These people are sure about when the Lord will not be in the Hou's residence." Ge Wu naturally understood their plot, and whispered to Wei Chu who was standing not far from him, "I disturbed you to rest."

He didn't call Wei Chu the imperial concubine. He was worried that the assassins would frantically go towards him when they heard Wei Chu's name. He thought that even if this line of work couldn't kill Wei Jing, it would be considered as a concubine who could kill a distinguished concubine. worth.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, ghosts, fire and foxes are singing, and the assassins come here with their heads in their hands, and their traces are hard to find.

However, Wei Chu had just come out of the brightly lit bedroom, and it was difficult for his eyesight to adapt to the pitch-black night in an instant.

He leaned over to pick up the tiles on the roof, his arms slightly moved backwards, and he threw it at the back of an assassin's neck with a shocking momentum.

The assassin who was fighting fiercely with the shadow guard of the Dizhi brand fell down in response, and the blood gushing out splashed all over the body and face of the opposite shadow guard.

Wei Chu quickly took two steps, bent down to avoid the masked assassin who was attacking in front of him, and at the same time he drew out the long sword at the waist of the assassin who had already killed him with his backhand, and took advantage of the situation to draw a sword flower. Going to the slope, in an instant, the sword blade caught the masked assassin by surprise, and almost wiped his neck on the spot.

The masked assassin took a few steps back abruptly. He calmed down and stared at Wei Chu with more vicious eyes, as if he was going to drag him into hell even if he died.

Wei Chu only retreated slightly, the tip of his sword was hanging casually, looking at him indifferently.

The moon shadow shifted, allowing Wei Chu, who had finally adapted to the darkness, to see clearly the eyes protruding from the black mask.

His eyes froze, and the movements of his hands also stopped, looking straight at the masked assassin who was facing him.

...There is a blood-red scar at the end of the thick black eyebrows above the eyes.

It is quite normal for martial arts practitioners to leave some pitted scars, but Wei Chu knew the scars on the assassin's eyes.

He was the last one who lost to him in this selection.

As long as he persisted for half a stick of incense, the exhausted Wei Chu would not dare to have the confidence to win.

According to the rules, Wei Chu should have killed him with a single sword strike, but after confirming that he was definitely the winner, Wei Chu loosened his strength a little bit, and just because he confiscated the sword force, he pierced through the end of his eyebrows and killed him. did not take his life.

The dead warrior who loses can participate in the next year's competition, so no matter what, he shouldn't appear here, but why...

The masked assassin seemed to sneer, with hatred in his eyes undiminished, he bent down and clenched the hilt of his sword, made an extremely powerful charge, and rushed towards Wei Chu with a low growl.

The moment the sword stabbed at him, Wei Chu subconsciously waved the long sword in his hand back, and easily pushed away the tip of his sword.

Seeing the gloomy and cold light from the man's eyes, the old wound on Wei Chu's waist also felt a dull pain.

This kid was also so ruthless back then, the sharp blade piercing his belly didn't even hesitate.

The shadow guards of the Dizhi brand had already dealt with most of the remaining assassins, and they all approached Wei Chu's position, intending to help Wei Chu kill the person in front of him.

But before they approached, a cold light flashed in front of everyone's eyes. When the sound of tearing flesh was heard, Yi Ji let go of the handle of the knife and quietly watched the masked assassin whose throat was pierced by him with a thin blade fall down the pavilion. .

Ge Wu rushed to Wei Chu's side, took the blood-dripping long sword from his hand, lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at the person in front of him: "Shi Zifei, have you ever been injured?"

"No." Wei Chu said.

The dead soldiers of the Zhennan Hou Mansion always used killing moves everywhere, but as Wei Chu, who was also born in the dead soldier camp, when he received the masked assassin's tricks, he was inexplicably smooth. It's muscle memory, not dangerous.

Worried that other shadow guards would find out that he was acquainted with the concubine, he said to Wei Chu grandly: "The young master asked his subordinates to pass a message to the concubine for him, and asked the concubine to allow his subordinates to report. "

The assassins pulled the battle situation almost close to the inaccessible back mountain, so the soldiers with low force did not notice that neither of them wanted to make a big fight.

Wei Chu fell to the ground, turned to look at the death pole: "Well, you come with me."

Ge Wu stayed at the scene where the corpses were strewn all over the place, and cleaned up all the corpses without leaving a trace.

Wei Chu's skirt was covered with blood, he frowned and wiped it with a handkerchief, and said to Zangji as he walked, "I wanted to let him go, and then follow the trail to see who he is taking orders from now."

Death Ji naturally understands what Wei Chu said, but his actions are also for Wei Chu: "He knows you, if you keep alive, and His Royal Highness the Princess seriously investigates, your life will be in danger."

Wei Chu sighed, was silent for a while, and nodded.

"Just now on the way I came, I saw Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess coming towards Qingmu Pavilion." Death Ji didn't want to pass on the words to the eldest son, so he couldn't follow Wei Chu all the way back to Qingmu Pavilion, so he could only go as fast as possible Tell him some useful news, "It seems to be waiting for you next door."

Wade Ji smoothly helped Wei Chu wipe off the blood that kept slipping from the skirt of his clothes: "Perhaps I heard that you slept separately from the Eldest Son, after you go back in a while, go directly to the Eldest Son's bedroom, just in time for His Highness the Eldest Princess When someone calls you, change your clothes."

"Well, it's true that Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess should not know about this." Wei Chu rubbed the dried blood on his hands in disgust.

If it is said that in the previous few attacks, Wei Chu was seriously injured, it was because he was not familiar with it, even if he could win, it still seemed a bit difficult after all.

But the assassins he faced today, although there are many more assassins, but the victory lies in the same faction of martial arts, and the fight is also very easy, but the body is dirty a little.

"Then I'm going back to Puyang Pavilion...uh..." Zangji patted Wei Chu's shoulder, as if feeling embarrassed, and said, "...May I ask you for a small Lantern Festival? "

Wei Chu looked back at him vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Death Ji's expression became more and more unnatural, "The eldest young master is depressed, I want to use the little Lantern Festival to help him cheer up."

Wei Chu smiled knowingly, "Tomorrow, I'll find some space and send it to you, but I will send it back to sleep with its mother at night."

Death exaggeratedly made a big gift, and said with a smile: "I would like to obey the order of the concubine."

Wei Chu was worried that His Highness the Eldest Princess in the bedroom next door would find that he had returned to Qingmu Pavilion, so he tried to walk lightly and stood at the door of Wei Jing's bedroom.

After repeatedly persuading himself in his heart that Wei Jing's eyes couldn't see, and he couldn't even know what he was doing in the house at all, Wei Chu finally mustered up the courage, held his breath, and tiptoedly opened the door.

Before Tian Yi left from the Qingmu Pavilion, he had reported to Wei Jing that there was an assassin attack, and when Wei Chu came back at this time, Wei Jing must have understood that his wife had participated in the battle again.

Before Wei Chu could close the door, Wei Jing's worried eyes had scanned him up and down.

Although there were bloodstains on the front of the clothes, but looking at the walking posture, there was no abnormality, and the face was also tight, so it seemed that he had not been injured.

The boulder in his heart suddenly fell, and Wei Jing couldn't help but be puzzled while he had the leisure to appreciate the eyes of his concubine.

At this hour... what is the lady doing here?

Do you want to come and experience his deficiency syndrome for yourself?

Hate.

Wei Jing suppressed the crazily upturned corner of her mouth, looking expectantly at Wei Chu who was gradually walking towards him.

The sticky blood on his arm clings to the cuffs, making Wei Chu feel so uncomfortable that he wished he could throw off his clothes on the spot.

He stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at the bed worriedly, and glanced at the huge bathtub that had been moved back to Wei Jing's room the day before yesterday.

The water in the bucket is still clear, so it's really a waste not to use it.

Wei Chu couldn't care less, he quickly glanced at Wei Jing who was still sleeping peacefully, then turned his back to the direction of the bed, pulled off the silk ribbon around his waist, and then quickly tore off the coat and inner coat , then the aqua blue orchid apron, and finally with his back to Wei Jing, he stepped into the bathtub.

Wei Jing, who squinted her eyes and pretended to be asleep, suddenly brightened her eyes.

Wow.

His wife is...so generous...

Wei Jing quietly covered her feverish nose, held her breath, and muttered "Do not look at evil" in her heart, but her eyes still followed the idea of ​​"This is my princess, what can I not see", and looked in the direction of the tub from time to time sneak peek.

However, before Wei Jing could take a closer look at his wife's well-shaped neckline, she was startled again by Wei Chu who suddenly stood up from the tub.

Seeing this, he hastily lay down again into the posture just now, and guiltyly let only a crack in those smiling eyes.

Maybe something was missing, but Wei Chu stretched his arms and couldn't reach his clothes, so he had to stand up helplessly.

Wei Jing wished he could squeeze his mouth and nose tightly, for fear of making any noise that would scare his timid and weak lady.

Wei Chu turned around slowly, and the moist water drops on the chin suddenly slid down the smooth side of the neck——

"…………"

Wei Jing, who had witnessed everything on the couch, already looked demented.

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: I cracked open

Chuchu: Didn’t find it

Her Royal Highness, the best in the game, FMVP

[Good night, my dears, Happy Lantern Festival! muamuamua~ idiot fell off the horse, the idiot has not realized yet, when will persimmon's horse fall~~ hee hee hee]