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

Wei Chu lowered his head, his eyes fell on his stomach covered by his hands, and he didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was silently adapting to the discomfort in his stomach.

"It's really weird, how can you feel indescribable when you face the little crispy meat?" Xing Ji was very puzzled.

"I don't know either," Wei Chu shook his head, "Just hearing your description, I think it's really greasy."

"My lord Ximing... really didn't poison you? Don't lie to me."

Reminiscent of what Wei Chu just said to him, it is hard not to suspect that Wei Chu deliberately concealed this fact because he was afraid that he would be worried.

Wei Chu said helplessly: "It's true that there is no poison, how can I tell you to believe it?"

When I took Wei Chu's pulse, I didn't find any changes in his body. Perhaps he was not good at learning, or maybe Wei Chu's body was really fine.

After repeated assurances from Wei Chu, Death Ji finally reluctantly believed his words, but still wanted to take his own medicine and feed it to him, which was given to him by the young master, some tonics that can strengthen the body, After all, there is no harm.

"Forget it, it's all right now."

Wei Chu's complexion recovered a lot. While he raised his hand to grab the dead man who wanted to go back to the front yard to get the medicine, he even snatched the little crispy meat from the dead man's hand, followed the previous crease, Fold the oiled paper package and put it in your hand for easy access.

"Why did you take my little crispy meat away? Don't you feel bad when you see it?"

Dead Ji was a little angry and wanted to go forward to take back his small oil-paper bag, but was slapped on the back of his hand by Wei Chu, and shrank back in pain.

"I'll take it back and eat it later," Wei Chu winked at him and said with a smile, "It's just for the prince to taste it."

Death Ji scolded with a smile: "Okay, you little heartless little one."

Wei Chu didn't refute him, but instead said: "I want you to help me analyze...the person who poisoned the son that day, what kind of deception did he use, and why didn't even Mr. Jooming notice it."

Although Zangji is no match for him in force, he is a bit better than him in the aspect of drug production and recognition.

Therefore, in this case, the view of the death pole is quite important.

Wuji asked: "Everyone who came into contact with Shizi that day, do you remember what they did?"

"It was Qingming that day, and His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess took the eldest son to the imperial tomb to pay homage. I did not follow them, so I don't know who I met when I was in the imperial tomb." Wei Chu said truthfully.

"It shouldn't be the imperial mausoleum, the poison won't take so long to take effect, not to mention the poison in the prince obviously corresponds to the assassination at night, so it must be the medicine given during the banquet, or..." Death Ji He is well versed in the various sequences of poisoning, "The person who poisoned him has already planted something that can induce toxicity and make it worse."

That day, Xi Ming stayed by Wei Jing's side the whole time. If someone wanted to force him to take poison or do close-up harm, it would be almost impossible.

"Incense." The two said in unison.

Except for touching the skin or directly ingesting it, only incense can achieve this kind of large-scale poisoning.

"So, the body of Her Royal Highness Princess..." Wei Chu recalled with a slight frown, "It seems that there is indeed a different kind of incense."

But in this world, no matter who has the idea of ​​harming Wei Jing, it is impossible for Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess.

"Doctor Sikong was the only person who had close contact with Shizi that day, so it was the needles in his medicine bag that were used to prick the acupuncture points, and there was also a problem," Wei Chu added.

"Then only the people around Her Royal Highness are the most suspicious..." Death Ji obviously knew that it would not be Her Royal Highness' tricks, "Who could it be?"

Aunt Zhiqiu, Marquis of Zhennan, Yang Anru, Si Lanlan who has always been by Yang Anru's side, and Yang Anda who is now more timid than a mouse.

"Smell it, but this weird aroma?"

Dead Ji sat up straight suddenly, hesitantly pulled out the sleeves of the white jacket he was wearing inside, and put it in front of Wei Chu, asking him to come over and smell it.

Although Wei Chu felt that the way the two of them smelled was a bit strange, but in order to clarify the matter, he could only keep his nose shut, and gently sniffed the cuffs that were faintly mixed with the fragrance of Xun Xingji.

It got on someone else's body, and it has been scattered for a long time, so I shouldn't be able to smell anything.

But they were born to be dead soldiers, and their ability to smell things with their noses has been trained to be much more sensitive than dogs.

Wei Chu's pupils narrowed slightly, he looked at Wuji in disbelief, and said anxiously: "...It's this taste! Where did you get it from?"

"Coincidentally, this morning, Kejing Pavilion sent people to Heyang Pavilion to visit the young master, and they brought a lot of things." Death shook his cuffs in disgust, wanting to clear away the smell as soon as possible.

After all, it is your own child, and it is impossible not to miss it.

Wei Chu was not surprised by what Wuji said, but what he said next really made Wei Chu frown.

"Who do you think is the person who finally came to the Heyang Pavilion?" Death Ji seemed to be holding back his anger, gnashing his teeth while speaking.

"Who?"

"It's Yang Anda." Death Ji said angrily, "He smells so fragrant, and after staying in the Heyang Pavilion for half an hour, the young master didn't even pay attention to him, but he was lucky enough to just say that in a mean way. I talked a lot, and I seem to be in a good mood."

"Isn't his leg broken? Why is he still in the mood to wander around?" Wei Chu asked doubtfully.

"That's right, after the leg was broken, he seemed to have broken his brain, and he was heartless all day long." Death Ji took a bite of an apple, chewed it, and complained, "I don't know why Lord Hou Just value him that much.”

"Maybe it's because he's the best at pleasing the Marquis." Wei Chu smoothed the folded corner of his skirt, his eyes darkened, "after all, a crying child has milk to eat."

"But he can't afford to change his mother's incense..." Yanji analyzed to himself.

Wei Chu also felt the same way, and slowly deduced along the way of death.

"In this Marquis Mansion, the person who often stays with Yang Anda, who can control Her Royal Highness the Princess to change the incense at will, and who can also dispense medicine in Doctor Sikong's medicine bag without anyone noticing..."

Death Ji raised his head in shock, staring into Wei Chu's eyes:

"Master Hou!"

It seemed that he felt that the conclusion he had drawn sounded absurd and ridiculous, and Death Ji immediately denied it: "How could it be Lord Hou, I am so stupid, Lord Hou is the son of the world..."

However, Wei Chu interrupted him, and said in a deep voice, "Not necessarily."

The mood when I heard Zhennanhou's name from Zangji's mouth was completely different from the mood when I guessed it.

Father, like son.

What's more, Zhaji has always been meticulous, and what he can say directly will often not go wrong.

While thinking about it, Wei Chu suddenly remembered Wei Jing's extremely sad raving in his sleep.

On weekdays, he always referred to His Royal Highness the eldest princess as his mother, but that night, what Wei Jing said was...mother.

Is it...

A rather bold idea came to Wei Chu's mind.

**

Wei Jing pulled out the arrowhead pierced deeply on his shoulder expressionlessly, and lowered his head to distinguish it.

After confirming that it was not infiltrated with poison, he picked up the arrowhead and kept it as a record, so that when he sees this arrowhead again in the future, he can know the origin.

Blood gushed from the wound, Wei Jing took out the golden sore medicine from his bosom, lifted his collar, sprinkled it on the wound a few times casually, then tied up his clothes, performed lightness kung fu, and jumped away from the place of right and wrong under his feet.

Since returning to the Qingmu Pavilion, Wei Chu kept his ears up and waited for the sound from the bedroom next door, so he decided to give Wei Jing a taste of the little crispy meat.

But after waiting for several hours, except for the faint sound of the wind blowing the window of Wei Jing's bedroom for a while, there was no other sound.

"Adai," Wei Chu put the pendant on his earlobe, opened the door pretending to wake up late from a nap, and said to Adai in the yard, "It's almost time for dinner, has the prince ever slept?" woke up?"

Hearing Wei Chu's question, Adai walked over in a hurry, looked up nervously and said to Wei Chu: "Concubine Shi Zi, you came out just in time, Shi Zi slept for more than two hours, slave girl is strange, just thought Go to your room and ask."

"More than two hours?" Wei Chu looked at A Dai in surprise, "On weekdays, the prince only sleeps for an hour at most?"

"Yes," Adai sighed anxiously, "Concubine Shizi, why don't you go in and take a look? It's better than worrying here."

Ever since Mr. Da Ximing specifically told them not to enter the Shizi's bedroom at will to disturb his rest, the servants in the Qingmu Pavilion were very obedient and stopped disturbing Wei Jing easily, but today he spent too much time alone Some, worrying.

"Okay, I'll go in and have a look," Wei Chu nodded, "It should be fine, dinner is ready as usual."

"Yes." Adai blessed her body, turned and left.

It was half past You Hour, and Wei Jing's bedroom was already pitch black.

Wei Chu entered the door cautiously, walked to Wei Jing's bed with the corner of her skirt that was in the way, leaned over to the pillow of the person on the bed, and whispered softly: "Mr. It's time to get up."

"Hmm..." Wei Jing's voice was hoarse.

Hearing the sound, Wei Chu frowned, keenly smelling the faint blood in the air.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Subconsciously, Wei Chu wanted to turn around to light the candles and examine them carefully, but Wei Jing interrupted him unexpectedly.

"Come here, lie down." Wei Jing patted the pillow with her hand, and she seemed a little weak when she heard the movement.

His request just matched Wei Chu's desire to get closer to check the situation, so Wei Chu obediently took off his shoes and lay on the outside of the bed.

Wei Jing came over slowly, put his head on the side of Wei Chu's neck, and rubbed it very affectionately: "Come on, get in a little...don't fall."

Wei Chu shrank back obediently, and then said worriedly: "Sir, your voice sounds very uncomfortable..."

As he spoke, he wanted to sit up and touch Wei Jing's forehead.

"My lady, I want to hug you."

Wei Jing's sudden words were like a notice, as if he had no intention of asking Wei Chu's opinion at all.

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his long arms, and brought the person who hadn't had time to get up back into the bed. His strength was just right enough to control Wei Chu to lie here obediently, and prevent him from escaping successfully.

At the moment when the flat abdomen was embraced by those warm palms, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in Wei Chu's heart, similar to... a feeling of belonging.

But thinking of the promise he made to Xi Ming the day before yesterday, Wei Chu really didn't dare to show his emotions again.

He put his hand on the back of Wei Jing's hand, rubbed it lightly with some reluctance, and then cleared his throat alienatedly: "It's getting late, I'm going to ask someone to pass the meal."

"I'm cold, I feel uncomfortable." The tension around his waist made Wei Chu's breathing slightly stagnant, so he had to continue lying on the pillow.

Wei Jing didn't lie, he was indeed uncomfortable.

It's not serious, but it's still sick.

The shoulder injury was very painful, and it took him a long time to deal with it before the blood in the room became almost inaudible.

But Wei Jing knew that the person in his arms must still be aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't want to investigate his situation over and over again.

So he took advantage of the situation and explained: "In the afternoon, my chest suddenly burned so badly that I vomited blood..."

"Hematemesis?!" Wei Chu curled his fingers tightly, and hurriedly turned to look at Wei Jing's face.

However, the room was pitch black, and he had just come in from the outside, so he couldn't see the expression on Wei Jing's face at all.

Wei Chu was about to ask something, but Wei Jing's broad palm pressed his face, and with a movement of his fingers, he pinched his lips accurately, and then heard Wei Jing whisper: "I hope the lady will not say anything." , don’t let mother know about it.”

That's right, if Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess knew about it, she would definitely miss it even more than him.

Wei Chu never doubted his words. Hearing this, he paused when he was about to move Wei Jing's hand away, and replied softly, "Okay."

Wei Jing's forehead felt hot, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

After realizing that the breathing of the people behind him gradually became steady and heavy, the tension in Wei Chu's heart eased a lot.

No matter what, I still need to find Master Ximing to come and take a look.

He tentatively wanted to free his waist and abdomen from Wei Jing's hands, but he didn't expect that the moment he made a movement, the strength in his waist was instantly tightened, and the palms across his abdomen were also compacted.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Jing's hoarse voice, which was still lazily sleepy, came from the back of Wei Chu's neck:

"...Don't move, your stomach is so cold, I'll warm you up."

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: Oh, it hurts, my wife’s stomach is so cold, maybe it’s a cold stomach

Chu Chu: Huh, nervous, my eldest son was touched by his father

[Good night, brothers, I ate a lot of strawberries today, hehehe, today is a smooth day, good night~~~muamuamua~]