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

It was noon, and the shadow of the sun fell through the window on the clean and dust-free floor of the bedroom.

The incense burner near the screen emits white smoke.

"Little master," Xi Ming looked at Wei Jing seriously, and said seriously, "When you and the concubine...'get along', did you find anything unusual about the concubine?"

As a shadow guard, Xi Ming absolutely shouldn't and dare not say such things to his master, but it is precisely because of the trust of His Royal Highness the eldest princess that he also regards the young master as his family with all his heart and soul. Whenever there is something that is not good for Wei Jing, it will become the focus of his attention.

Hearing Xi Ming's sudden question, Wei Jing couldn't help being caught off guard.

abnormal?That's a lot.

One of the biggest anomalies is that this imposing concubine of the Nanhou Mansion is not a woman at all, and can make cakes, dare to slap the prince, and even make people confused about his way.

But Wei Jing understood that he couldn't let his life know even half of these abnormalities.

After all, no matter what, Xi Ming is a tough and straightforward person who has been trained. If he knows that the concubine is not the three daughters of the Zhongyonghou Mansion, even if it does not threaten the safety of his own son, I am afraid Wei Chu will be dragged to prison. Tang went to torture him severely, and he couldn't get out easily without shedding a layer of skin.

However, seeing the flickering daze in Wei Jing's eyes, Xi Ming already knew that things must be as he thought, and it was not that simple.

Wei Jing was very thoughtful, knowing what kind of experience the "Elder Concubine" next door might face after she knew the truth.

But this time the little master really wronged him.

"The person my little master likes, I think there is nothing wrong with it."

Xi Ming has been by Wei Jing's side since 13 years ago, watching him grow from a babbling child to the handsome young man he is now.

Therefore, compared to Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, Xi Ming is the one who understands Wei Jing's temperament best.

Wei Jing was worried that Xi Ming might see what was in his heart, so he avoided the sight of him without a trace, when he suddenly heard Xi Ming's words that seemed to come from his heart, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows in surprise.

Xi Ming has already talked about this point, and there is no need to hide the facts that are deliberately concealed.

"How did you find out?" Wei Jing was a little incredulous.

Even he, who is a husband, waited until he took off his clothes to see the facts clearly. How did he know that he had never spoken a few words to Wei Chu?

Could it be that he has also seen the concubine fade away...

"I didn't!" Xi Ming hastily denied.

Just now, when Ge Wu was outside the courtyard, Ge Wu reported to him about the assassination incident in Qing Mu Pavilion, and suddenly mentioned the martial arts of the crown prince.

Ge Wu was not a shadow guard who was born in the death camp, but an unfavorable bastard from a noble family in Beijing.

Because he didn't want to follow the advice of his father who never cared about him to take the exam, he devoted himself to martial arts, and he was fascinated by the shadow guard camp where masters gathered in Zhennanhou's mansion, as soon as his willful thoughts came up, he immediately cut off contact with his family.

Therefore, Ge Wu is not familiar with kung fu in the camp of dead soldiers, and among the many shadow guards around Wei Jing, he is the only one with the highest level, who can talk to Mr. Xi Ming, so after seeing the smooth swordsmanship that Shi Zifei used against the assassins Later, when the talkative Ge Wu was reporting on his duties, he couldn't help but praise Shi Zifei's swordsmanship to Xi Ming.

But who would have thought that it was these few words that made Xi Ming, who was already suspicious, completely finalize the inference in his heart.

He once found many excellent dead men who disappeared inexplicably on the roster of the dead men's camp. Among them, apart from some of the dead men who were secretly brought to the black market by the Marquis of Zhennan to make a profit, there were only those left in the form of gifts from the Lihou Mansion on weekdays. Presented to the major mansions.

Xi Ming's analysis of these things is easy, combined with Ge Wu's description and reproduction of the swordsmanship, it is even easier to draw the conclusion that Wei Chu was once a member of the dead warrior camp.

It's just that he didn't verify it himself, everything was just a guess in his mind that didn't meet all the characteristics, so naturally he couldn't point it out to the little master at will.

"So the concubine is really a man?"

After explaining to Wei Jing the reason why he knew Wei Chu's identity, Xi Ming still pursued the question with some unwillingness to give up.

"Is there still a fake?" Wei Jing took a sip from the teacup and motioned for him to bring the food to him.

After being affirmed, the topic went back to the issue that the two had just discussed.

"Then... little master," Xi Ming couldn't face this tragic fact, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you really down here?"

"Then it's still fake?" When Wei Jing said this, there was still some complacency in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

Play life: "..."

Wei Jing quickly finished his meal and drank the last sip of soup. He stared at the wisp of smoke that fluttered up and then quickly dissipated. Chu Er looked at Xi Ming suspiciously, "...you taught me so much , have you ever been exposed to meat? Don’t lie to me, right?”

Everything that he said to Wei Jing was really based on his own imagination, and he was poked at the sore spot. Hearing this, he wanted to bite the bullet and confirm the lie, he slapped the solid bed hard, and said in a stern voice: "That is since……"

However, before the word "Ran" could be uttered, Xi Ming was defeated by Wei Jing's half-smiling eyes.

He blew on the white smoke in embarrassment, pointed at the incense burner and said with a smile: "Hey, little master, look, the smoke smells good when it blows away, you can smell it."

Wei Jing showed a look of watching the show: "Could it be that you are still a child..."

"...I was taken by my master when I was young," confessed the fact that he was deceiving in a disguised form, "I only know how to protect Empress Mu, and I don't distract myself from the love between men and women."

Wei Jing put her arm on the low table that was ordered to move to the bed, leaning on her chin: "Oh..."

"But I have read a lot of scriptures." Seeing that the little master's eyes no longer had the light of admiration for him, he hurriedly tried to save himself, "so I am better than the little master in terms of knowledge in this area." The master wants more."

Wei Jing thought about it carefully, and felt that this was indeed the case. It was really difficult for him to shake his belief in drama.

Therefore, Wei Jing hesitated for a while, and still hesitated to express his confusion: "According to what you told me, last night...after I was poisoned by that poison, the two of us went together..."

Wei Jing knew that it would be embarrassing for him to tell the private matter between him and his wife without authorization.

But after all, Xi Ming needs to be more knowledgeable, tell useful clues, so that Xi Ming can help him judge what kind of feelings the wife has for him.

"Little master," Xi Ming hastily interrupted the overly real little master, "You don't need to talk about this part."

"Oh." Wei Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and tidied up her skirt, "Then let me just talk about what happened this morning."

Xi Ming nodded, took another apple and ate it.

Wei Jing took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, gestured with his other hand about the position of his legs, and said sadly: "He just got up from here, and after covering me with the quilt, he couldn't even say a word." He left without speaking to me, I don't know if... if I did something wrong."

Playing and suspiciously glanced at Xiao Weijing's direction, biting the apple in his mouth, and there was a hint of joking in his eyes.

Wei Jing didn't bother to talk to him, and said, "You taught me before, to always praise the lover who is by your side."

Xi Ming nodded: "Yes, yes, yes."

"You also said that what men like to hear the most is to hear someone praise themselves for their great strength, and to be praised for their vigor and vigor."

Playing life and envy: "Did the imperial concubine praise you last night?"

"...No, I mean..." Wei Jing shook his head, and continued, "...I praised him."

Playing with doubts: "If you praise the concubine, he should be very happy too, why would he ignore you?"

Thinking back to what Wei Jing said just now, "After he finished praising the concubine, the concubine didn't say a word to him", it's hard not to be puzzled: "Why did you praise it?"

This is completely unreasonable. People who have been praised in that situation tend to be happier and full of energy.

Wei Jing said frankly: "I praised him last night."

Play life: "..."

This...is the other way around.

"I'll have to go see him when it gets darker."

Wei Jing tidied up her appearance in front of the mirror, undoing and retying her hair crown over and over again.

"Are you... are you going to see the concubine, or let the concubine see you?" Xi Ming said contemptuously.

"What do you know?" Wei Jing lay in front of the window, looked at the sky outside, and sighed impatiently, "Why don't Adai and the others come in?"

"Why can't we go now?" Xi Ming flipped through the picture book that made him feel calm.

He really couldn't imagine how amazing the innocence of these two little dolls was. Just this ordinary gesture could make them blush for several hours?

"I'm really worried that he hates me," Wei Jing didn't notice the playful expression, and just fiddled with the clean giant clam on his neck dejectedly, "so I can only sneak a look at him when he is asleep .”

She stared at him speechlessly.

He said he was fat and he was panting, and as soon as he felt innocent on this side, he became more energetic on the other side.

"You can go now, bring some incense," Xi Ming took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and threw it to Wei Jing in the air, "If the imperial concubine is not asleep, and you want him to sleep, open the porcelain bottle, Swaying the open mouth in his nose, it is guaranteed to lose consciousness in an instant."

"Is it harmful to the body?" Wei Jing is very sure about the poison of life, and he is also worried that the hypnotic thing he took out will cause irreparable harm to Wei Chu's body.

Xi Ming seemed to be seriously hurt by Wei Jing's suspicion. Hearing this, he glared at him impatiently, but still explained to Wei Jing: "There is no harm, and after waking up, I won't think of anything that happened before the coma. Although the time limit is very short, it is enough for people with quick hands and feet. If the little master doesn't believe it, I will demonstrate it for you..."

Wei Jing uncorked the bottle directly, and the blue man rushed to Xi Ming's nose with lightning speed, "That's good."

Just as Xi Ming was about to raise his finger and point at Wei Jing, he angrily scolded him for not being big or small, but unexpectedly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground in a breath.

******

Relying on the fact that the medicine was non-toxic, Wei Jing directly used it to knock down most of the people in the yard, and finally entered Wei Chu's bedroom as he wished.

It was already dark, but the lights in the house were not lit.

As soon as Wei Jing entered the room, he could smell the overwhelming smell of blood.

He subconsciously frowned.

what happened?

"Miss?" Wei Jing walked quickly to the side of the bed, before his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, his hands had already groped towards the quilt, "Miss? Are you there?"

"...Huh?" A hoarse and misty voice came from under the quilt.

Wei Jing hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the corner of the quilt away, allowing the person inside to reveal his entire face: "My lady? Are you uncomfortable?"

He raised his hand and pressed Wei Chu's forehead, startled by the hot touch.

It turned out to be hot.

We need to find Doctor Sikong as soon as possible.

Wei Jing turned around, raised his leg and ordered someone to call Doctor Sikong, but Wei Chu grabbed the corner of his clothes without thinking, pulled him back to the bed and fell down.

"Miss, I'm going to find Dr. Sikong to see you. If you bear with me for a while, I'll be right back. Be obedient."

Wei Chu closed his eyes, and his cheeks were abnormally red. Hearing Wei Jing's voice, he barely opened his eyes, and shook his head pitifully: "...No, I'm too tired."

"...Of course," Wei Jing answered him dumbfounded, "Of course not, you should rest well, it's all your fault."

Wei Chu echoed in a low voice: "Yes, it's all your fault."

Wei Jing raised her hand distressedly to wipe off the sweat from his forehead and neck, and asked in a low voice, "Can you get up and drink some water?"

Wei Chu was very dizzy, and when he heard Wei Jing's words, even though he only knew what to ask, he used a lot of strength: "...I've been dosed, so don't nag anymore."

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and shook the small silver bottle in his hand towards Wei Jing. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards Wei Jing.

Wei Jing held the bottle, thought about it for a while, and put it back in her arms.

He didn't want to let himself miss the naive look of the person in front of him, even if he took the risk, he wanted to take a few more glances.

Wei Chu's face was flushed, and there was misty moisture in his eyes. He met Wei Jing's gaze, but immediately widened his eyes in surprise, and said with a smile, "Ah Jing...how are you?"

Wei Jing nodded, and gently held the face of the person shivering under the blanket, as if afraid of disturbing him, and replied in a low voice: "Well, it's all right, it's all good."

He put his hands on Wei Chu's back without any trace, and when Wei Chu opened his mouth to doubt him, he also imitated Wei Chu's usual way of tapping his acupuncture points, making people fall asleep suddenly.

It's always easier than picking out a bottle.

Wei Chu was sick, and he was still immersed in the illusion he saw, grinning and giggling, and after a while, he raised his hand and pinched Wei Jing's face.

With wet water marks on his fingertips, he lightly pressed and stroked between Wei Jing's brows, again and again, Wei Jing was scratched by his fingertips, but still smiled and endured.

Wei Chu asked in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Then... what about the eyes? Are the eyes okay?"

Wei Jing let him caress, and didn't even dare to nod this time, for fear of shaking off the useless hand on his face: "The eyes are also healed."

"Where's the legs?" Wei Chu tugged at Wei Jing's collar indiscriminately, "You jump and show me."

Wei Jing didn't want to let go of the hand holding the person, so he could only agree with his mouth: "I can jump, I can jump, and I can use big knives."

Fortunately, sick people are easy to deceive. Wei Chu didn't feel that he was being perfunctory. Instead, he taught him a serious lesson: "Then you have to be careful, don't hurt yourself."

Wei Jing held his face in his hands, kissed him forcefully, then responded with a wry smile, "Hey, I listen to the lady."

"Eh?"

The emotion in Wei Chu's eyes suddenly became clear.

He gasped in surprise, raised his cold finger bluntly, gestured to his own eyes, and then pointed to Wei Jing's: "You...you...Ah Jing...your eyes can see clearly See...um."

Wei Jing clicked on his acupoints quickly, supported the half-sitting man in his arms, and then put him back on the pillow to lie down.

Whether he is fainted or awake, how can he be able to tell right from wrong while talking about Che Rulu?

Wei Jing sighed, leaned in front of Wei Chu's face distressedly, and looked down at those lips that were a little dry due to lack of water.

His Adam's apple rolled.

After hesitating for a long time, Wei Jing finally licked his lips as if he had made up his mind, and slowly lowered his head——

Gently covered those pale pink lips.

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: I will be very sad if I miss every chance to kiss my wife, OK?

Chu Chu: Yes, doctor, I fell asleep and woke up with a swollen mouth

Play life: You are really tm speechless, you are so lofty, why don't you go pick up your wife and try my knife?

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish It's a bit numb, woo woo, babes must pay attention to safety, today's typing is really not easy woo woo...]