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

The carriage of Zhennanhou's Mansion left the imperial mausoleum heavily and slowly on the wet path after the rain.

"Ah Jing," Princess Fuyang frowned slightly, looking melancholy at Wei Jing with reddish eyes, "Your mother wishes you to be happy all the time."

Wei Jing raised her hand and quickly wiped off the warm water stains on her chin, and forced a smile to her aunt, "...I just... miss her so much."

As he said that, he wanted to turn his face away, so that his aunt would not see him crying, but Princess Fuyang grabbed his arm and forced him to face him.

She touched Wei Jing's face, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the tears on her nephew's face, a faint fragrance wafted from the complicated sleeves: "Auntie knows, Auntie knows that you miss her."

"I have already forgotten her appearance, and I can't even remember her voice clearly." Wei Jing said hoarsely.

"The next time we, Ah Jing, come to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage, we will be able to see her in the portrait." Princess Fuyang's eyes also turned red.

A person like Sister Mu should be a fairy from the sky who descended to the mortal world, experienced the sufferings of the world, and was not entrusted with a beloved person. Perhaps she was disappointed and was taken back by the heavens.

Wei Jing lowered her eyelashes lightly.

He did see the gentle woman in the portrait smiling at him, but she just stayed quietly on the painting and looked at him smiling.

It would be great if she could move and call him "Ah Jing".

"My sister's happiest thing at that time was watching you play with Ah Ci, thinking about you getting married with Ah Ci when she grew up, that was the scene she wanted to see the most."

At that time, Princess Fuyang was immersed in her passionate love with Marquis Zhennan and couldn't extricate herself. Many things about Wei Jing and Empress Mu's visits to Princess Chang's mansion on weekdays were described by her mother after returning to the mansion.

It's not that she doesn't know that Ah Ci has a twin brother, but the situation at this time makes people feel extraordinarily sad, and it's really inappropriate to say these things.

What's more, Wei Jing has already lost her memories of her childhood, so there is no need for her to tell him the sad news that his childhood playmate also died unfortunately.

But... Among the twins she has seen before, there are very few twins that look alike, but the twins born to Mrs. Zhongyonghou are obviously a boy and a girl, but they look so alike that people can't tell which is which. who.

Xi Ming, who was driving the carriage outside, lightly pulled on the reins to slow down the speed of the carriage.

Wei Jing withdrew from the sinking pain and suddenly remembered something.

He raised his head, groped and grabbed Princess Fuyang's fingers, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact he was silently probing her veins.

Because he needs to get the most truthful answer from his aunt when he wants to ask next.

For those who are pure-minded and tell lies, the uncontrollable heartbeat is often reflected most directly through the pulse gate.

Wei Jing smiled shyly: "Aunt."

Princess Fuyang seemed to be in a much better mood when she saw him, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "What's the matter, Ah Jing? Do you have any questions to ask Auntie?"

Wei Jing nodded, as if embarrassed: "Auntie, may I ask you... how did you and Uncle get together?"

Thinking of the Marquis of Zhennan who was increasingly disappointing him, Princess Fuyang didn't have too much downcast on her face, instead there was a little smile in her eyes.

"Before my aunt came out of the cabinet, she had a temper like Anru's." Princess Fuyang fell into the memories that made her feel very happy. "At that time, I often dressed up as a man and sneaked out of the palace. , go to the market to pick some interesting gadgets and go back, boasting that you can do three-legged cat kung fu, and you don’t even bring a guard.”

Wei Jing listened with a faint smile.

Princess Fuyang went on to say: "If this kind of thing happens once, there will be a second time. I saw that the world outside the palace city is not as dangerous as the emperor's elder brother said, so I took Zhiqiu and took advantage of the guards They didn't pay attention and played outside the palace many times."

"Didn't my aunt meet my uncle at this time?" Wei Jing joked.

"No, not yet," Princess Fuyang shook her head and said with a smile, "After all, I thought about the outside of the palace city too simply, and I could only deceive myself by dressing up as a man. "

Wei Jing nodded.

"On the day I met him, I went out of the palace alone, but I never wanted to be caught in the brothel. Although I didn't succeed, I was really scared..." Princess Fuyang didn't want to talk too much about that experience. To repeat, he went over and said, "It was also at that time, even through the wall, he could tell that it was my voice who had only met once."

"He rushed in just like that, alone," Princess Fuyang covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled, "Thinking about it now, I feel nostalgic."

It is impossible for any woman not to be moved in the face of such a god-like rescue.

This is especially true for Her Royal Highness, who is pure in heart.

Really romantic enough.Wei Jing thought.

But what should be known to my aunt, I can't hide it from her for the rest of my life.

Wei Jing said in a deep voice, "Auntie, if one day Uncle disappoints you, what should you do?"

"For example?" Princess Fuyang didn't care about Wei Jing's question, and even asked him back with a smile.

Wei Jing went through her plan again in her heart, and finally said: "... For example... I have betrayed your sincerity..."

Princess Fuyang was slightly taken aback.

In the past few years, Wei Jing has been staying in the Hou's mansion and has no chance to go out, so she didn't suspect that it was because he knew some secrets about Yang He that he repeatedly tested her like this.

"Of course I don't forgive him." Princess Fuyang said.

The pulse on the fingertips was beating wildly like a drum.

Wei Jing was stunned for a moment, then gently lifted her aunt's hand and smiled.

"As expected of my aunt."

Wei Chu couldn't bear the begging of Death Ji, so he had to send Xiao Yuanxiao to Puyang Pavilion to accompany Yang Anqi again and again.

If Wei Chu hadn't had a good impression of this thoughtful but kind-hearted young master, he would have tapped his Ya acupuncture point the moment he opened his mouth, so that he wouldn't keep mumbling around him.

"Before sunset, I must send my little Lantern back."

Wei Chu tidied up the colorful clothes on Xiao Yuanxiao's body, and handed them to Zangji in a precious and precious manner.

"This isn't Little Yuanxiao anymore," Wade Ji patted Little Yuanxiao's meaty dog's butt, and smiled at Wei Chu, "I was fed into a little round pig by you."

"I'm afraid you didn't see its two elder brothers," Wei Chu couldn't help laughing as he looked at Little Yuanxiao, who was so fat that his eyes seemed to have been squeezed down, and turned around to point at the mother and son three dogs running around in the courtyard. Dead Ji looked, "Zhong Yuanxiao is too fat to walk."

Wade Ji followed the direction of his fingers and looked over, and found that the dog running behind Yuan Xiao and Da Yuan Xiao, panting, was either Zhong Yuan Xiao or something.

Looking down at the little Yuanxiao who was still carrying some childish puppies in his arms, Xingji was instantly satisfied, and hurriedly smiled at Wei Chu: "Thank you for the reward of the dog, the concubine, and I will leave."

"Wait," Wei Chu called to stop Dead Ji, "I will go to the family banquet with the prince tonight, I am afraid I will come back very late, so you can leave Xiao Yuanxiao in Puyang Pavilion."

Death Ji smiled and jumped up to the eaves: "I would like to follow the order of the concubine~ But the young master should also go to the dinner party, so I'll try my best to send Xiao Yuanxiao back."

Wei Chu nodded and waved for him to leave quickly.

Juhe Hall.

The Qingming banquet has a dignified and solemn atmosphere.

The experience of paying homage to the ancestors made everyone in the Hou Mansion realize that the colleagues who have been with them for decades are as precious as family members. There was no laughter at all during the feast.

Yang Anda, who had a broken leg, was carried to the living room in advance by the servants in the courtyard. Just after eating, he was carried back to Heyang Pavilion to rest by Zhennan Hou's order.

Only Yang Anqi, who was eating vegetables with his head down, and his two younger brothers who couldn't even speak well were still sitting at the banquet, chatting with their mother one after another.

Yang Anru also whispered something to Zhiqiu, completely ignoring Si Lanlan, who was at the side, secretly asking her to create a chance for him to talk to Wei Jing.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhennan Hou picked up the wine glass silently, and glanced at the person beside him from the corner of his eye.

The Housekeeper Zhao of the Hou Mansion was personally appointed by Zhennan Hou, so he will completely convey all the news about the mansion to Lord Hou, so he is also Yang He's most trusted person.

Seeing this scene, Steward Zhao, who was always paying attention to Zhennan Hou's actions, knew what he meant, and walked towards Wei Jing holding the wine glass in front of him.

"My lord, I offer you a toast. I wish my lord a quick recovery of health, love and harmony with my concubine, and a long line of heirs for the Hou family as soon as possible."

Before being toasted by Steward Zhao, Wei Jing had already recovered a lot and drank a few cups. He was a little surprised to hear that Steward Zhao took the initiative to toast him.

He cast a glance at Zhennan Hou, who was seated above him, and smiled at the direction where Butler Zhao was standing: "Thank you Uncle Zhao, I'll do it first as a respect."

Wei Chu stared at the wine glass in Wei Jing's hand, for fear that someone would put something unclean in it.

Seeing that the wine glass has been held by Wei Jing himself, there is no possibility of poisoning, so he is slightly relieved.

Steward Zhao completed his part of the task, repeated beautiful words of blessing to Wei Jing and the two, and then returned to his seat, waiting for Zhennanhou's instructions.

Princess Fuyang was surprised by the questions Wei Jing asked her during the day, and always felt that he seemed to be hiding something from her, or...was just a reminder to herself?

Her eyes lingered on Wei Jing's face many times, and finally found something wrong when Wei Chu raised his hand to test Wei Jing's forehead.

"A Jing? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wei Jing was indeed a little dizzy. Hearing this, he nodded and responded in a low voice: "Mother, my child's head is very dizzy and I don't feel well."

"Perhaps I'm too tired," Princess Fuyang looked at Wei Jing worriedly, motioned for Doctor Sikong to check on the son's condition, and then gave orders, "After the doctor's examination, take the son back to the courtyard first." have a rest."

Take the order with fists in the palm of your hand.

Doctor Sikong always carried his own medicine box with him. After hearing the order from His Royal Highness, he left his seat, walked to Wei Jing's table, squatted down, and took out Wei Jing's special medicine from the medicine box. Bao, said to Wei Chu: "I am troublesome, please lift up the sleeves covering your wrists."

Before Wei Chu could do so, Wei Jing had already shaken off his sleeves and rested his arms on the low table.

Seeing those few silver needles piercing into Wei Jing's arm, Zhennan Hou finally revealed a little imperceptible smile.

***

Being carefully supported and lying on the bed, Wei Jing exhaled slowly, and his eyes fell on the face of Wei Chu who was kneeling beside his bed with a worried face.

Facing those clear eyes, Wei Jing was able to barely regain some sanity in the stupor.

He knew that his uncle could not allow him to sit firmly in the position of the son of the Marquis, but what Wei Jing didn't expect was that Yang He and his son couldn't restrain their greed so early, and they would treat him at this time. start.

Who did he contact today?

The palace servants in the imperial mausoleum, aunt, Xi Ming, A Dai, Yang Anda who passed by, Housekeeper Zhao who toasted, Doctor Sikong who diagnosed the pulse, and the uncle who always wished him to die.

He could tell that there was nothing wrong with the glass of wine he drank just now, but this dizziness was really inexplicable.

Yang Anda's courage is not much bigger than that of a mouse. Let him attack him openly. I'm afraid he will frighten him out of his wits if he moves his toes openly. How dare he engage in such indecent tricks.

Then there is only one person left.

But Yang He obviously didn't have any chance to get close to him during the whole dinner party.

Which link is the problem.

The gradually increasing dizziness made it difficult for Wei Jing to think about other things smoothly.

His heart had never been so restless.

"Ah Jing...Ah Jing," Wei Chu wiped the sweat off the back of Wei Jing's neck with his hand, then leaned forward again, calling him over and over in a low voice, "Ah Jing...can you hear me?"

By coincidence, Wei Jing was even more distracted by his soft calls.

Wei Chu got closer, and the cold fragrance from his body rushed into Wei Jing's breath.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Jing froze all over.

Seeing his reaction, Wei Chu immediately frowned nervously, his eyes were full of panic: "Ah Jing, what's wrong? What's wrong? I'm going to find Doctor Sikong right now!"

As he spoke, he was about to stand up and run out with the hem of his skirt in his hands.

Wei Jing grabbed his slender wrist: "Don't!"

The palm of the wrist is icy cold.

But after touching the delicate skin, Wei Jing felt as if she had been scalded, and suddenly realized the change in herself.

"Ah Jing, the illness should not be delayed." Wei Chu was worried that he would not seek a doctor for treatment because he was afraid of pain, so he turned around again, squatted down gently to comfort him, and said, "A needle is not a problem at all." It hurts, it will be fine once, and then Ah Jing will recover, be obedient."

"Stay with me... just for a while," Wei Jing struggled to say a complete sentence, trying to concentrate and adjust her breathing, "I... am fine."

Having said that, the veins on his forehead were about to burst, and the hand holding Wei Chu was tightly clenched, excruciatingly painful.

"Ah Jing, why don't you let me go find Doctor Sikong."

Wei Chu had never taken care of patients before, so he was so at a loss that he even ignored the strong force in Wei Jing's hand.

"I..." Wei Jing's voice became extremely hoarse, and her slender fingers with well-articulated joints were clenched pale.

He raised his head, and the bloodshot narrow eyes under the sharp sword eyebrows met Wei Chu's eyes accurately, "It's so uncomfortable..."

Wei Chu was taken aback by the dangerous emotion in those eyes. He almost thought that Wei Jing could see. It took him a long time to find his voice, and said nervously: "I...I can help you What are you doing?"

"..." Wei Jing moved her lips.

He wanted to call Wei Chu by name, but he didn't know his name.

Annoyed, Wei Jing thumped the bed hard, making the bones of his hands crack.

Wei Chu hurriedly pressed his wrist with one hand, and comforted him distressedly: "A Jing, it will be fine soon..."

But he can only comfort Wei Jing with such thin words, other than that, he can't think of any way to help Wei Jing.

"Miss...you really..." Wei Jing was really embarrassed to say this, but the boredom hit him again, and he was driven by intuition to blurt out, "Will you help me?"

Wei Chu nodded heavily, remembering that Wei Jing couldn't see, he said loudly and firmly: "That's natural!"

Feeling helpless by this little fool's straightforward look without hesitation, Wei Jing sighed and confirmed again: "Really?"

"What time is this?" Wei Chu felt that he was nagging, so he patted Wei Jing's face with a wet handkerchief, and then wiped his face, "Hurry up and find a solution."

Wei Jing's face was covered with wet and cold water, and after barely breaking free from under Wei Chu's handkerchief, he stretched out his hand, pointed to the hidden compartment inside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is...you can... learn one time……"

His voice was very low, Wei Chu couldn't hear it very clearly, he thought it was the place Wei Jing was pointing at, and there was some rare special medicine hidden in it.

So he hurriedly took off his shoes and got on the couch, turned over from Wei Jing's body, stretched his arms, and took out the things.

"A Jing... only books." There is no medicine bottle.

Hearing this, the heat on Wei Jing's face couldn't help becoming a little hotter, and said in a low voice, "...that's...books."

Speaking of this, no matter how stupid he is, after seeing the picture in the book, Wei Chu understood what Wei Jing meant.

His cheeks, the roots of his ears, and even the side of his neck, where the blood was flowing rapidly, all suddenly became hot.

Wei Chu swallowed, and bit his lip embarrassingly: "I...I'll try..."

He bent his knees and knelt on both sides of Wei Jing's quilt.

While hesitating, Wei Chu pursed his lips subconsciously, but found that this action could not relieve even half of the anxiety in his heart.

Even though he knew that Wei Jing couldn't see, he still couldn't meet those eyes.

He couldn't face the tender eyes of the person in front of him.

While being nervous, Wei Chu bit his pale lips again and again, as if he finally made up his mind, he slowly tore off the silk sash.

While looking at Wei Jing again, he held it tightly in his hand.

Burned by the scorching breath in his nostrils, he almost lost his sanity, Wei Jing could barely see the thin figure who was less than three feet away from him.

He closed his eyes helplessly.

I knew that the two of them would be in this situation...

It would be better for him to start earlier.

Better than both of them being... unprepared.

Wei Chu lifted and pointed Wei Jing's acupuncture points, and then slowly tore off the light blue outer shirt worn under the cloak.

He gently wiped off the thin sweat from Wei Jing's forehead, and then covered Wei Jing's eyes with a soft white silk sash, covering them tightly, and said in a low voice:

"...I won't feel uncomfortable soon, Ah Jing."

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