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

The warm blood splashed on the faces of the people who were very close to the Jiangfu Terrace, causing them to subconsciously take a few steps back. After seeing the person nailed to the wall clearly, they rushed forward again in panic.

"grown ups!"

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Futai!"

"My lord, how are you doing?!"

The doctors who came with Jiang Futai saw that he was injured, and no longer cared about lying on the ground looking for Jiang Cheng's missing treasure, they all rushed towards the wall, their faces flushed with nervousness, and they kept saying "" How can this be done?" But everyone was at a loss what to do.

Jiang Futai was so painful that he couldn't speak, and his complexion was not much better than that of Jiang Cheng on the ground.

He was panting with difficulty, but his fingers were still tenacious, and he insisted on pointing towards the direction of the blade |shooting|, and said viciously: "...the assassin... is there..."

After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain and added: "How dare you...well, under my nose...rebel, kill me!"

The guards behind were ordered to rush towards the figure covered by the gap between the window and the screen.

"Master Futai rebelled one by one, which makes people feel a little curious."

The person who came was tall, but was hidden in the darkness. The shadow on the eaves covered most of his expression. Straighten the bridge of the nose.

The guards were frightened by the cold voice and stood still, not daring to take another half step forward.

Several doctors were chattering around the wall to formulate treatment methods, which made Jiang Futai feel more and more painful, but he couldn't say a word.

"Master Futai, why don't you speak? Could it be that you were impaled by a sword, which affected your mood of speaking?" There was another brisk and clear laughter from behind the screen.

As soon as the words fell, the door that was originally ajar was kicked to pieces from the outside, and then he stepped in grandly.

It was indeed the gloomy Mr. Ximing.

Wei Chu slightly frowned, resisting the painful expression for Jiang Futai, and even mourned for him in advance.

In the past two years, Xi Ming stayed in Miyagi all day looking after the children, and the most adventurous thing he did was to jump on the roof to get the paper kite for Suan Xinger. and released.

Before Wei Chu came back to his senses, he heard the horrifying sound of weapons tearing apart flesh and blood.

With "地-", Jiangfu Thai screamed heartbreakingly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"

Playing with his backhand, he threw the long sword from Jiangfu's shoulder on the ground, glanced at the direction where Wei Chu was standing, and confirmed, "Your queen has not been injured, has she?"

Wei Chu shook his head, "No."

The voices in the Shuoyue Tower were noisy and noisy, and the voice of the play was not loud, so the people in the room could not hear what he said clearly. Even if they heard the word "Queen", they would not imagine that the clothes in front of them were mediocre. The young man in the palace is the high-ranking lord of the palace.

Pulling out the sword has solved a lot of troubles for the doctors, and saved Jiang Futai from the severe pain when drawing the sword.

Seeing this, before approaching Jiangfutai, the doctors even nodded gratefully towards Ximing, and then rushed forward and took out golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on Jiangfutai's shoulders, temporarily stopping the bleeding wound for him.

The people raised by Jiang Futai are not useless. Although the means of healing are not as good as palace doctors, it is easy to deal with this level of wounds.

Therefore, after taking the medicine and bandaging, Jiang Futai immediately asked the guards to help him to sit on the side of the couch, and said hoarsely to the person behind the screen: "Don't be there... pretending to be a ghost, my capital... can't tolerate you like this Kind of a pickle to rebel."

"Your capital?"

Wei Jing sneered, and slowly walked out of the shadows, her cold eyes drooping slightly: "I don't know when this capital city changed its owner."

His voice originally had an aura of calmness and prestige, not to mention the fact that it was mixed with some internal energy, which made people feel even more depressed. After hearing the word "zhen", the entire Shuoyue Tower suddenly knelt down in darkness Falling down, terrified——

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, spare your life!"

"I don't know that His Majesty is coming..."

Wei Jing lifted her leg and stepped over Jiang Cheng's body, rubbed Wei Chu's shoulder affectionately, kissed him lightly on the lips, and muttered softly, "I miss you so much."

"..." Wei Chu felt a little embarrassed, raised his hand to push his face away, and lowered his voice, "Pay attention to the occasion."

In front of Wei Chu, Wei Jing has always been very well-behaved. Hearing this, he nodded honestly and replied, "Oh."

Da Xici was covered in blood and knelt on the ground with the crowd. She had suffered a lot and her eyes were dull and lifeless. It was really not suitable for her to stay here any longer.

Wei Chu gently helped her up from the ground, and said to the door: "Ge Wu, help me send my sister back to the Zhongyonghou Mansion."

Seeing Da Xici's expression of resistance, Wei Chu said again: "I will take Chuan'er back, don't worry, sister."

Ge Wu appeared in response, bowed to Wei Jing and the two, and carefully left Shuoyue Tower with Da Xici.

Jiang Futai had no time to take care of his bleeding wound, and pressed his forehead to the ground in fear, just hoping to save the lives of his family from the wrathful emperor.

Wei Jing walked slowly to the corner of the wall where Jiang Cheng was covered in blood, and looked down at him.

Chu Chu left him for a whole day, no matter whether he was eating or sleeping, he couldn't see each other, just because of this thing?

But it was miserable enough, being cut off by that object, living was worse than being dead.

Wei Jing's eyes were full of pity, and Jiang Cheng, who was vaguely aware of it, felt uncomfortable all over and cursed angrily: "...you, who are you! Get the hell out of here!"

"Young Master Jiang, you're out of your mind..."

The old procuress talked a lot, even though she was kneeling on the ground trembling all over, she still couldn't help explaining to Jiang Cheng the identity of the person in front of her in a low voice: "Who else in the world can call herself 'Zhen'? ..."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Jiang Futai's face was in terrible pain, but he could only kneel on the ground and beg, "Your Majesty... the child is not sensible... please forgive him..."

Wei Jing squatted down | body, stretched out his hand to lift the corner of his clothes to test the texture, he seemed to think that the fabric was not bad, then carefully wiped his blood-stained saber, and after a long time, he casually used the sword Jian patted Jiang Futai's face: "Who did you want to kill just now?"

"..." Jiang Futai opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Wei Jing's patience was not very good, the hand that wiped the sword was crooked, and a gash was instantly opened on Jiang Futai's face, blood oozing out.

"!!!"

Jiang Futai suppressed the cry of pain, his chest heaved and heaved, and he begged for mercy angrily: "...Your Majesty, Your Majesty... I don't know the Queen... I hope Your Majesty..."

"Master Futai seems to be very interested in my throne, do you want to let Master Futai take a seat?" Wei Jing said with a sarcasm.

Jiang Futai shook his head again and again, crying with tears and nose mixed together: "Your Majesty, please forgive me...Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

Wei Jing was unwilling to waste time on such an unworthy matter. Jiang Futai, as a parent official, arbitrarily used his own happiness and anger as a criterion to punish the people, and the cabinet had its own way to deal with him.

The only thing he has to do at this moment is to help Chu Chu who is angry.

"Master Futai, your son's things are there."

Wei Jing poured a cup of tea, handed it to Wei Chu, followed his gaze, and saw Jiang Cheng's things.

Jiang Futai seemed unable to believe his ears, let alone His Majesty's kindness, he didn't have the guts to move for a while, he just shivered his shoulders and waited for Wei Jing to speak to him again before he could be sure.

"Didn't you hear?" Wei Jing took the teacup from Wei Chu's hand, and slowly put the teacup on the table, making a slight bumping sound.

However, this small movement was heard in Jiang Futai's ears, but it was like a thunder, which made him start to kowtow in surprise and joy: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"A Jing."

Unwillingly, Wei Chu reached out and grabbed Wei Jing's wrist, not wanting Jiang Futai to take back Jiang Cheng's thing.

Wei Jing didn't say a word, instead she held his thin fingers and tightly circled them in her palm.

There is no need to say much about the tacit understanding between the two. Wei Chu understood that he would not easily let Jiangfutai get his wish just by Wei Jing's action.

Jiang Futai tilted one shoulder, lay down on the ground and retrieved the precious thing for his son, hurriedly handed it to the doctors kneeling on the ground, and said: "Quick, stop kneeling! Take the young master back to the mansion , Find a way to connect it to the young master!"

The doctors heard Wei Jing's words with their own ears, so naturally they would not doubt the credibility of Jiang Futai's words, so they immediately took it, got up and carried Jiang Cheng outside with the quilt on the bed.

"Stop." Wei Jing flipped his palms and tapped his knuckles on the table, his voice mixed with displeasure, "I told you to leave?"

The doctors were so frightened that they lost control, and with a "plop", they knelt down at the door, groaning and screaming in pain, begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, please forgive me...Your Majesty, please forgive me... "

"Jiang Cheng relied on the power of his father and Xianzhen Nanhou to act recklessly in Beijing. It is his blessing to have this fate." The voice of playful fate was filled with unquestionable certainty, calmly stating that Jiang's father and son could not do anything. Rebuttal facts.

"Take it to the dog..."

Thinking of the cute appearance of the Lantern Festival, Wei Jing really felt that feeding the dog to the dog was an insult to the dog, so she hurriedly changed her words, "Forget it, just throw it into the lotus lake in the luxurious mansion in the suburb of Mr. Futai."

Jiang Futai's face turned pale.

The drunks in the room were dragged out by the shadow guards, and all were thrown in the lobby to wait for sobering up.

Wei Chu sat on the chair and stretched slowly, just waiting for the Jiang family to send Chuan'er back to him.

He tilted his head to look at Wei Jing, and said with a smile, "I'm a little tired."

"I'll rub it for you."

Wei Jing stood in front of Wei Chu, nodded slightly, and waited for Wei Chu to nod his head in agreement, then gently carried him onto the couch.

Unexpectedly, Wei Chu shook his head, put his hands between Wei Jing's arms, stood up with his strength, and said wearily: "There are people outside, what will it look like when you go to the couch."

Wei Jing knew that he was embarrassed, so she didn't force Wei Chu to listen to her anymore. After hesitating for a while, she approached Wei Chu with a smile, patted her shoulder, and said, "Go, I'll carry you home."

The author has something to say:

Suan Xing'er: Father is so handsome

Persimmon: I was handsome when I was young

Chuchu: Sao since you were young

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