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

Yang He was not so naive as to ask what Princess Fuyang said again, even if he didn't believe his ears, he still stood there in a daze, staring at the person who had been with him for many years with disbelief.

Back when the two of them were immersed in passionate love and couldn't extricate themselves, Princess Fuyang had already promised Yang He that no matter when, as long as the two of them love each other, she would not use the identity and posture of the royal family. look down on him.

This sentence of Yang Qing is enough to explain the choice of Princess Fuyang.

After all, Yang He couldn't accept her decision, and still wanted to fight for himself: "Fuyang, didn't you just say..."

Princess Fuyang only looked at him coldly, without saying a word, her silent gaze made Yang He's heart feel cold for a while, and swallowed the words in her mouth.

Everyone in the courtyard closed their eyes and held their breath, for fear of making a noise, they all silently observed the development of the situation.

Wei Jing remembered that when he was in the carriage, he once asked his aunt how she would deal with Yang He failing her sincerity.

The answer Wei Jing got from Princess Fuyang that day was no forgiveness, but her heart beat faster than anyone else.

Obviously hesitant to move a compassionate heart.

Therefore, facing such a situation now, it is hard for Wei Jing not to think that her aunt will remember her old love and use the power of the Tian family to spare the man she has been infatuated with for decades.

Even this approach does not make people feel that the behavior of Princess Fuyang is unreasonable.

After all, facing this kind of choice, not to mention my aunt, even Wei Jing, who had blood on her hands, couldn't deal with him mercilessly.

But he did this not because of Yang He, but because of his own aunt who put all his thoughts on this current court son-in-law.

But to Wei Jing's surprise, before he could say anything to ease the suffocating atmosphere, Princess Fuyang gave a desolate smile and turned to leave Heyang Pavilion In the middle, it seemed that he did not intend to give Yang He another chance to explain.

She grasped Zhiqiu's hand tightly and moved her footsteps in small steps. Before she reached the gate of the courtyard, her figure suddenly swayed, as weak as if she was about to faint.

"aunt……"

Wei Jing hurriedly stepped forward two steps, trying to hold Princess Fuyang's arm, but she gently pushed her away, together with Zhiqiu's hand beside her, insisting on walking out of the courtyard by herself go.

"Mother... Mother! Father..."

Yang Anda cried until his tears and snot were mixed together, his normally handsome face was entangled by the physical ailments and turned pale.

Seeing that his always gentle mother didn't even look at him, Yang Anda couldn't help being more flustered than his father at this moment.

With all his strength, he pushed away Zhanji's loosened hand, and crawled forward in embarrassment: "Father...Father, my child's leg hurts badly..."

"Fuyang..."

Yang He hurriedly threw away Yang Anda who was crying and clutching at the hem of his clothes, and hurriedly caught up with Princess Fuyang.

"Fuyang, listen to me, I didn't intend to kill Anru at all," Yang He looked back at Yang Anru who was gradually waking up leaning on Wei Chu's shoulder, held Princess Fuyang's wrist, and spoke quickly Said, "Look, Anru is fine, she's fine, Fuyang, look at her."

Princess Fuyang brushed off his shackles, raised her beautiful eyes, looked into Yang He's eyes, neither approved nor denied his words, but changed the subject: "An Yi and An Ping will be back soon, they I have always taken you as an example, put on a suit, and want to inherit your invincible mantle."

Yang He paused when he tried to grab Princess Fuyang's wrist again, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Princess Fuyang smiled with tears, and pointed her finger behind her with trembling fingers, without turning her head, she seemed unwilling to give even a single glance to the ugly Yang Anda: "But now, look at you, no matter what What are you unwilling to give up, are you happy and satisfied?"

Yang He's lips trembled: "I..."

Princess Fuyang finally turned around, but she didn't look at him, but looked down at Yang Anda, the remorse in her eyes was mixed with a little imperceptible guilt: "You have become like this today, I also have an unshirkable responsibility .”

"Mother..." Yang Anda's tears fell heavily on the skirt of his clothes, "Mother...children have never done harm to anyone, mother..."

Princess Fuyang had already been utterly disappointed in him, seeing that he could still lie to herself without blushing and heart beating at this stage, she couldn't help feeling colder and colder.

"But...Compared to Anqi, Anyi and Anping, I boast that everything I give you is the best," Princess Fuyang cast her eyes on the tearful face of Yang Anru, and couldn't help falling Tears came, "But you actually have the idea of ​​mutilating your siblings again and again because of your ridiculous greed."

"Mother, there is no child!" Yang Anda refused to admit his atrocities even to death, only thinking that as his mother, Princess Fuyang would definitely believe his words.

Since his father told him a few days ago that Wei Jing was not their brother, Yang Anda's resentment became more and more irresolvable.

Originally, he couldn't see Wei Jing sitting in the position of Lord Marquis that he dreamed of getting. After knowing Wei Jing's true identity, how could Yang Anda be willing to dormant.

Although Wei Jing hated Yang Anda, but at the same time he also understood that the aunt's decision-making over the years was indeed inappropriate, and it was really unfair to the children in the mansion according to her ideas, especially for those who needed to stay. In front of Yang He, he should be rewarded with a title that the children can work hard for.

After the eldest princess Fuyang finished speaking, she had nothing more to say.

She picked up the handkerchief that was crumpled by herself, raised her legs and walked towards the courtyard door, and said with her head turned sideways:

"From today onwards, Yang Qing no longer has to go in and out of the Kejing Pavilion."

****

Ever since Yang Anru narrowly escaped death, whenever she was free, she would come to Wei Jing and his bedroom. Even if Wei Jing expelled her, she still had to sit until Wei Chu showed signs of fatigue before getting up and going back.

"Sister-in-law, are you sleepy?"

Yang Anru didn't know Wei Chu's true identity yet, and every time she thought about how she was rescued by her sister-in-law, she would ask the weary Wei Chu, "Why are you sleepy? When I came here this morning, I was just It's only time, could it be that you are sick?"

Wei Chu smiled lightly and dodged her outstretched hand, pressed it gently, pointed to the dish that Yang Anru liked on the table and said, "Hurry up, it won't taste good after it gets cold."

Yang Anru obeyed her sister-in-law's words. Seeing Wei Chu motioning for her to continue eating, she immediately shut up and moved her chopsticks.

"Don't force yourself to eat it if you can't eat it," Wei Jing snatched the chopsticks from Yang Anru's hand impatiently, and lightly reprimanded, "You have eaten all the food in my Qingmu Pavilion, what will my wife eat?"

"Nonsense, Anru can eat whatever she wants, who will allow you to control her?" Wei Chu lightly punched the shoulder of the person around him, pulled out the chopsticks, stuffed them back into Yang Anru's hands, and said with a smile, "Go ahead and eat, Don't care what your fifth brother says."

"Thank you sister-in-law!" The bruise on Yang Anru's neck has not completely faded, and the extremely obvious fingerprints make people feel distressed.

In order to restore her body to its previous state as soon as possible, Wei Chu often invites her to come to Qingmu Pavilion to drink more tea and talk with him, so as to prevent her from being alone, so that she repeatedly thinks of killing herself. biological father.

Wei Jing naturally thought the same way, so when he spoke, he didn't look any different from the past, for fear that Yang Anru would doubt his attitude that had changed so quickly, which would make him even more sad.

"Sister-in-law looks like she's going to fall asleep in the next moment, haha," Yang Anru is not stupid, so he can see that brother-in-law and sister-in-law are trying to coax her, so she forced herself to cook a big table of delicious meals for her. So she said empathetically, "I'm sleepy too, so I'll go back to sleep, and I'll come over to play when my sister-in-law wakes up."

Wei Jing nodded, put the puppy cake on the table into a food box, and pushed it to Yang Anru's hand: "Take it back and eat."

Yang Anru thanked her with a smile, and left Qingmu Pavilion with a food box.

Due to her pregnancy, Wei Chu has been extremely tired and sleepy recently, and often sleeps until the sun rises.

Even while eating, she would lean drowsily on Wei Jing's shoulder and close her eyes to rest for a while.

Here Yang Anru left less than half a stick of incense, and he had already leaned against Wei Jing and fell asleep.

"Let's take it out first, and then cook something he likes and bring it in when he wakes up."

Wei Jing waved to A Dai who was waiting at the door, signaling her to go outside and call in the person who removed the vegetables.

"Yes." Adai took the order and left.

Wei Jing supported Wei Chu, who was almost unconscious in sleep, bent down, picked him up easily, and walked steadily towards the bed.

The servants from outside came in quietly.

"Be quieter."

A Dai whispered instructions to the servants who entered the house to evacuate the food, and then followed behind them, carefully closing the bedroom door.

Wei Jing, who carried the person in her arms to the couch and lay down, was also worried, for fear that a mistake would wake Wei Chu from her sleep.

However, just as Wei Jing breathed a sigh of relief, the handsome young man with disheveled hair opened his eyes.

"Chuchu, I..."

Wei Jing was afraid that he would die of fear, so she hurriedly licked her lips to explain, but was interrupted by Wei Chu first.

"The sound of your breathing is so loud that I can't sleep and I can't breathe."

Wei Chu punched Wei Jing on the shoulder a little annoyedly, then turned over, curled himself up under the quilt sullenly, and continued to sleep.

Pregnancy belongs to pregnancy, except for the occasional inability to raise internal strength, the strength of Wei Chu's hand has not weakened even half, and it hit Wei Jing's body, making him painful and itchy, and finally smiled so much that he rolled his eyes.

"Little master." The faint sound of footsteps stopped outside the door.

Since he stayed with Wei Jing all day, Xi Ming naturally learned of Wei Chu's recent changes from Wei Jing's mouth.

Therefore, even if there is something important to discuss with Wei Jing, he just calmly whispered a word outside the door, and would not disturb Wei Chu's rest.

Ever since Yang He's crimes were known by everyone in the Hou Mansion and he was imprisoned in a disguised form, as the eldest son, the affairs that Wei Jing had to handle became more and more complicated.

According to common sense, if Zhennan Hou is deprived of his title in the future, all the family members and servants in the mansion should be more or less punished by him.

But after all, there is Her Royal Highness Princess Fuyang in charge of this huge Zhennanhou Mansion, so no matter when, Emperor Yongshuo will not kill the people she cares about.

"where are you going?"

Wei Chu heard the sound of life in a daze, so he struggled to overcome the sleepiness, reached out and grabbed Wei Jing's clothes to prevent him from leaving.

"Chuchu, I'll take care of things, I'll be back soon, you have a good rest."

Wei Jing leaned over and kissed his lips again and again, following the slightly raised quilt, kissed him lightly, and said: "When I come back, can I bring you jujube cake?"

Wei Chu swallowed, and the misty smile in his eyes gradually deepened. He nodded and said, "Then add a lotus cake."

In the end, he seemed to feel that his request was too simple, so he hastily added: "Two."

Wei Jing smiled and agreed to him: "Okay, two is two, no, three."

Wei Chu tucked himself in the quilt in satisfaction, and lazily kicked Wei Jing in the back who was arranging his clothes with his back: "Go now."

"Rest well, if your husband finds out that you are not good, you will be punished."

Wei Jing squeezed his fingertips affectionately, turned and left the bedroom.

Wei Chu fell asleep comfortably in the brief peace, and before he got up to tidy up, there was a soft call from outside.

"Prince Princess, Your Highness the Eldest Princess welcomes you."

Wei Chu is not a procrastinator. Hearing Aunt Zhiqiu's voice, he immediately sat up from the couch, "I'll come out right away."

After getting dressed, Wei Chu followed Zhiqiu all the way to Kejing Pavilion.

But after standing still at the door, his breathing froze instantly.

It's Mrs. Daxi.

On her left stood a majestic tall man, still wearing armor, with a dusty appearance, as if he had just returned from a bloody battlefield in a hurry.

With just one glance, the man's eyes turned red.

He fixedly looked at Wei Chu at the door, his lips trembling slightly:

"... Ah Chu."

The author has something to say:

Persimmon: Father-in-law is here, we brothers have to drink two cups

Chu Chu: ... a little nervous, I actually have a father

[Good night, good night, babies, Chu Chu has a father to support him~muamuamua~]