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

The curtain falls, the bead curtain touches lightly.

Wei Jing was lying on the pillow obediently, with a silk band between her eyebrows and eyes, completely looking like she was being slaughtered.

"You can..." Wei Chu clenched his fists and whispered to himself.

"Well...you can."

Wei Jing, who was unconscious, only thought that Wei Chu was cheering him up, so he also encouraged Wei Chu.

It's just that he didn't know that what the person in front of him muttered solemnly was for himself, not Wei Jing.

Wei Chu curled up his fingers blankly: "Huh?"

Seeing his reaction, Wei Jing also reacted, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile.

His silly lady.

How could he be so timid to beat an assassin until his father didn't even recognize him.

Having said that, Wei Jing's face turned red for no reason, her throat rolled in a hurry, and she waited quietly for Wei Chu's disposal.

Hearing Wei Jing's voice picking up his words, Wei Chu couldn't help being a little surprised.

He had just clearly tapped Wei Jing's acupoints, and he should not have heard his words, which were barely uttered, so why would Wei Jing answer him?

Could it be that Wei Jing really has martial arts skills like the rumors he has heard?

Wei Chu stretched out his hand to feel Wei Jing's pulse——

It was indeed as vain and powerless as before, and there was no half of the internal force in the body to swim.

It's just... There's still a raging fire that doesn't know what the source is, and it's unscrupulously rushing around in Wei Jing's blood, seemingly wanting to find a reasonable vent.

After Wei Chu confirmed that there was no problem, he picked up the book next to Wei Jing's hand and put it on him, making sure that he could see the movements on the painting at all times, so as not to make mistakes.

The sound of weapons clashing sounded outside, which well concealed Wei Chu's sometimes uncontrollable sobs.

Given that Xi Ming happened to be in Qingmu Pavilion tonight, Wei Jing felt much more at ease.

He spared no effort to cooperate with Wei Chu's every move, let go of his mind, and tried his best to release the toxins in his body quickly.

The beads of sweat that fell from his forehead almost soaked the thin silk sash that Wei Chu covered in front of his eyes, but even so, Wei Jing didn't dare to take it off at will, and even put his hot hands on it neatly. On the quilt, dare not move half a minute.

Wei Chu had ridden a horse, and he knew what it was like to be jolted to the point of nausea on the way.

But at the same time, he enjoyed the feeling of galloping freely in the wilderness.

Holding the rein in his hand, no matter where he goes, the direction is controlled by himself alone.

But having said that, he had never ridden a horse for more than two hours in a row, nor had he sat on such an uncomfortable raised saddle.

It was so painful that I wished I could knock myself out with a palm on the spot.

Through the silk sash, Wei Jing could vaguely see the expression on Wei Chu's face.

His sanity has recovered a lot, but seeing the blush on that pretty face, Wei Jing still couldn't hold back his repeated requests.

After going on like this for a whole night, it finally came to a halt when the sky was slightly brighter.

"........."

Wei Jing's face was as red as a ripe tomato. Facing this situation, he really didn't dare to say anything.

It's not that he doesn't want to take this responsibility, but it's because he wants to take this responsibility too much, so he is worried that after he speaks, he will hear his wife ruthlessly throw down a sentence like the one in the story book, "This matter is originally You love me, I wish", and then he put on his clothes and walked away, leaving him alone, a poor man who was helpless and lost his body, paralyzed here.

Worried that Wei Jing would notice his distressed appearance, Wei Chu, who still couldn't let go of his worry, took Wei Jing's underwear casually, folded it a few times, and then stacked it on top of those layers of silk tapestry.

Wei Jing: "..."

See, he really thought it was a ridiculous thing, and he really didn't want to admit it.

Otherwise, why didn't he kiss himself for the whole night.

Wei Xiaoshizi's boyish heart was shattered into pieces, and his eyes no longer had light under the cloth.

Naturally, he couldn't see Wei Chu's bloody lips bitten by himself.

Wei Chu gasped softly, raised his hand to wipe away the involuntary tears oozing from his cheeks, tucked the corner of the quilt for the person on the couch, and moved down from the couch with difficulty.

This level of torture is even more difficult than letting him sneak into the palace and take the head of the evil concubine who has harmed the country.

Wei Chu's hands were trembling slightly when he was putting on his clothes and arranging his hair accessories.

Seeing a figure shaking outside the bedroom door, he didn't dare to waste any more time, he just wanted to tidy up quickly and leave Wei Jing's bedroom as soon as possible.

After all, it is impossible for those people with evil intentions to figure out the son's impressive physical strength enough to toss him all night, and pay more attention to the process of harming him.

******

outside the courtyard.

Xi Ming, who was standing under the tree with his hands behind his back, looked at the shadow guards carrying the assassin's body in the distance, his eyes were silent.

Last night, the shadow guards in the entire Qingmu Pavilion were slightly or severely poisoned. When faced with a large number of assassins attacking, there were many people who could not even hold the sword in their hands steadily.

But for his body, these poisonous gases are really tricky, so even if Ge Wu and others faced difficulties, the play of life alone still blocked all the assassins outside Qingmu Pavilion, without even the door lintel. Let them touch half a finger.

While thinking about it, Xi Ming saw a figure not far away, looked intently, and found that it was Doctor Sikong, who probably came to ask Wei Jing for a pulse.

Worried that the bloody sword in his hand would scare people, Xi Ming casually threw it at Ge Wu behind him, and walked towards Doctor Sikong.

It just happened that he had a question and wanted to ask for advice.

"Doctor Sikong."

Doctor Sikong hastily raised his hand to stabilize his medicine box, and once replied with some panic: "Good morning, my lord."

Xi Ming nodded, as a return gift, and then continued: "I have a few questions about medicine and would like to ask Doctor Sikong."

Doctor Sikong swallowed.

As far as he knew, this Master Ximing was a poisoner, and if he suddenly asked him about this issue, he might be planning to attack someone again.

Seeming to see through Doctor Sikong's thoughts, Xi Ming helplessly comforted him and said: "What I want to ask is, if a woman is pregnant, how long will it take to show signs?"

Xi Ming is always concerned about his young master's heirs, and seeing the signs that the young master and the concubine Shi Zi have not woken up in the bedroom, he understands that the two have not yet entangled with each other.

Therefore, on the one hand, what he said was to satisfy his thirst for knowledge, and on the other hand, it was to delay the time for the face-saving little master.

Dr. Sikong's impression of Xi Ming has always been that of a cold-faced king of Hades. He was caught off guard when he heard him ask such a humane question.

"Uh... this..." Doctor Sikong pondered for a while, then slowly replied while twisting his beard, "If it's an ordinary woman..."

Xi Ming raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "Woman...why do you have to distinguish between ordinary and unusual?"

Doctor Sikong laughed aloud, and said apologetically, "The old man said it in a general way, it's a woman, brother."

It was only then that Xi Ming remembered that in Beiyu territory, not only women could give birth to babies, but also weak men who looked like men.

He seemed to think of something else, and asked, "What about my brother? If you are pregnant, how long will it take to show signs?"

"If it's brother... let me think about it..."

Doctor Sikong worked in the Hou's Mansion all the year round, so naturally he rarely met Fu Lang, so he could only give the answer from the medical books he had read when faced with the question about Fu Lang's pregnancy. .

Xi Ming didn't rush him, but stood aside and waited for an answer.

Doctor Sikong stood at the door, thinking hard about the medical books he had read. After a long while, he slapped his hands: "After my brother is pregnant, there are many signs of pregnancy than women! Probably not enough..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Chu pushed open the bedroom door.

Doctor Sikong's voice stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from.

Seeing the two people at the gate of the courtyard looking back at him from left to right, Wei Chu couldn't even walk, and stood stiffly on the spot and looked back at them.

Xi Ming is the shadow guard protecting the lord, since he shouldn't have too many conversations with the little lord's wife, he avoided his gaze.

Seeing Xi Ming's reaction, Doctor Sikong subconsciously wanted to follow him to look elsewhere, but before he turned his head, he suddenly remembered that he was a doctor, not a shadow guard who needed to avoid suspicion, so he nodded towards Wei Chu, respectfully Said: "Concubine Shizi."

Enduring the soreness all over his body, Wei Chu raised his legs and walked outside across the threshold.

He embarrassingly pointed to the bedroom door behind him, his voice hoarse: "...Doctor Sikong, Ah Jing is... still asleep, maybe I need to wait a little longer..."

When he came out, Wei Chu just heard two people outside talking about the woman's post-pregnancy signs, thinking that left and right had nothing to do with him, so he opened the door and went out without paying much attention.

But just as he opened the door, he heard Doctor Sikong say "Brother".

This novel name made him murmur.

Wei Chu lived in the death camp since he was a child. Apart from training and eating, he had no other opportunities to obtain information from the outside world. He even knew the difference between men and women because he was one year old and saw a lot before him. Scene, came back and said to him enthusiastically.

Therefore, it wasn't until the first time he went out to perform a mission that Wei Chu suddenly realized that the scene outside was so wonderful.

As for what brother is...he really doesn't know.

"The concubine's face is both red and white..."

Doctor Sikong saw Wei Chu's pale complexion and was about to ask for his pulse when he was forced to grab his wrist and pressed it on his own pulse, and said with great anger: "Doctor Sikong, my body It's very uncomfortable, please ask Dr. Sikong to give me a diagnosis and treatment."

Apart from him, the imperial concubine and the poisoner, no one knew about Wei Jing being poisoned by love.

If Doctor Sikong finds out about it, His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess will naturally not be able to hide it.

At that time, after she persisted in investigating the truth, the relationship between her and Zhennanhou would come to an end.

Seeing that the play was ordered to help him change the subject, Wei Chu gritted his teeth and walked towards the other bedroom. Before he could stand still, he hurriedly closed the door.

"Master Xi Ming, your body is as strong as a cow, and... you are fine..." Dr. Sikong felt that his tendons were about to be broken by Xi Ming's grip, and hurriedly snatched his arm from Xi Ming's hand , trembling with lingering fear.

To die, how could he, a man with a brawny head and an iron arm, have the nerve to say that he was not feeling well.

Xi Ming turned his head and looked thoughtfully in the direction of the door closed by Wei Chu.

******

Doctor Sikong finished requesting the Ping An pulse, and Ge Wu, who cleaned up the assassin's body, sent it back to Haosheng.

Xi Ming walked slowly at the door of the room for two steps, then Fang pushed open the door and walked into Wei Jing's bedroom.

I didn't eat breakfast, so the lunch was delivered earlier, and it was so rich that it made people salivate.

"Little master, what's wrong with you?"

Xi Ming picked up the chicken leg, sat on the edge of Wei Jing's bed and ate it, looking in a good mood.

Wei Jing, who was lying under the quilt, didn't say a word.

After finally seeing his domineering little master frustrated, how could Ximing easily let go of the opportunity to laugh at him.

He ate up the chicken legs in a few mouthfuls, threw the bones into the dirt tray, wiped his hands with the wet handkerchief on the table, and turned around to push Wei Jing's shoulder.

"little Master?"

Wei Jing seemed to have fainted, and the whole body couldn't even see the ups and downs of breathing clearly.

Has it passed?

Xi Ming curled his lips, stretched his hand around Wei Jing's face, tested his breath, and seeing that he was still breathing, he slapped him hard again, and said words of concern that did not match the rude action: "What happened? How about the little master tell me?"

After all, the people on the couch finally reacted a bit.

Thinking of Wei Chu's unfeeling back that didn't even look back, Wei Jing hugged her weak self heartbreakingly, and sighed faintly:

"You won't understand."

That kind of grievance feeling of not being comforted by the other party after losing one's precious first time in a daze.

Who is Xi Ming?

Knowing that Wei Jing was poisoned by love, he naturally also knew what he and the imperial concubine did that night.

His little master has always valued that aspect more than the throne, although he is clear that he really likes the concubine, but looking at it like this, it seems that he is not very satisfied with last night's experience.

Wei Jing sat up from the bed, cast a slumped glance at Xi Ming who was about to watch the show, and then sighed again and again.

"Do you want something to eat, little master?"

Xi Ming was thinking about the other chicken leg, and when Wei Jing shook his head, he could pick it up and eat it in a grandiose manner.

Sure enough, as soon as Wei Jing shook his head, the chicken leg was picked up and bitten in his mouth teasingly: "Little master, tell me something that bothers you?"

"It's hard to say." Wei Jing's disheveled appearance is still in line with his depressed state of mind at this time.

Although Wei Chu was slender, he was still a tall man.

Although it is not too much to bear this level of weight, it will take nearly five hours for a whole night.

Therefore, even the young prince Wei, who is physically strong, reached out and rubbed his sore and tired lower back in a state where the residual poison had not been completely cleared.

Looking at his actions that seemed to be passive, he couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable. He looked up and down his little master, and asked in astonishment:

"...Little master, are you...the one below...the one?"

After asking this sentence, Xi Ming began to desperately pray to the sky in his heart, please don't let him hear an affirmative answer, please don't let him know about the little master...

Before he even finished a complete prayer in his heart, he heard Wei Jing's extremely calm answer:

"if not?"

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: One shot into the soul~~ (secretly happy)

Chuchu: Who is pregnant? (confused)

Play life: family misfortune! (obeisance)

[Baby, good night, woo woo, I ate undercooked chicken, and I'm finished again, woo woo]