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

The snow falling in front of the living room of Zhennanhou Mansion has been cleaned up by the servants, and they did not dare to neglect the distinguished guests who came to the door.

The exquisite teacup was gently placed on the table, and then a soft voice came from the inner room: "You guys go down first."

"Yes, ma'am."

The two maids bowed and took a few steps back. When they reached the outer room, they gently closed the door of the living room and waited at the door for orders.

Mrs. Daxi, who was sitting in the seat, held Mrs. Tang who was warm enough in both hands, and looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman with luxurious appearance and dignified demeanor in front of her calmly.

After all, she is the late emperor's most beloved princess, even though she is married and a woman, there is still a bit of a delicate look hidden in her eyebrows that is extremely pampered.

Princess Fuyang, the most pampering younger sister of the Holy Majesty today, has a kind personality and is straightforward, but the most famous thing is her temper, which has always been hot and domineering. She made it her own.

This incident caused such a sensation that when it came to the love story between her and Zhennan Hou, the people in Beijing and even the whole country were able to say a few precious words.

Since ancient times, heroes love beauties, and beauties admire heroes.

Even if Her Royal Highness the princess has always been arrogant, she would be willing to bow down for the magnificent martial arts champion, condescend to marry into the Zhennan Hou Mansion, and withstand the pressure of the royal family with her own strength. The name of the son-in-law is Zhennanhou, and all the servants in the family are required to address her as his wife, not His Royal Highness.

The two have been in love for more than [-] years, and until today, they still treat each other with respect, and the servants in the mansion have never even seen their quarrels.

"Mother-in-law," Princess Fuyang said softly, with a smile on her face, "I guess we can call her that?"

Having said that, Princess Fuyang is a member of the royal family after all, and the etiquette she should have should not be messed up.

"His Royal Highness is right," Mrs. Da Xi put down Mrs. Tang, and took a sip from her teacup. "The weather is cold these few days, so we must keep your son warm."

Speaking of Wei Jing, Princess Fuyang was even more gentle: "I will definitely convey my mother-in-law's concern to Ah Jing later, what about Ah Ci? The girl's house should not catch a cold."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and after chatting about anecdotes and anecdotes in Beijing, they brought the topic back to the children.

"The concubine found out that the son really likes our family Ah Ci," Mrs. Daxi said to Princess Fuyang with a smile, "yesterday I even ordered someone to come and give Ah Ci a good bow, what is it called... Sun Chaser Bow?"

Princess Fuyang was sipping tea slowly, when she heard the words, she coughed unexpectedly.

Not caring about losing her prestige, she asked Mrs. Da Xi in disbelief, "...cough cough cough...bow?"

Did she hear correctly just now... Wei Jing chased the girl and gave him a bow?

What's more, even her husband Zhennanhou couldn't pull the sun-chasing bow, so why give it to the girl's family?

Although Daxi's lineage is all martial arts, Daxi Ci is a girl who is waiting for her in her boudoir after all, so how... how can she give someone that kind of thing?

Princess Fuyang suddenly lost confidence in her own child. She frowned half curiously and half worriedly, and asked, "...Ah Jing, what gift did we give Ah Ci?"

Mrs. Daxi covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and she rolled her eyes with a smile: "Dawan horse, Mengze sword, Luoyan knife, and two...Northern white wolves."

"oops!"

Princess Fuyang was sweating coldly when she heard it, and repeatedly tapped the nanmu table with the tips of her perfectly trimmed nails, her face full of embarrassment: "This child... what's wrong with this child?"

Mrs. Daxi smiled and said: "The concubine thinks that the son has not seen Ah Ci for a long time, and he doesn't know what the girl's family likes, so it is normal to give some gadgets that he likes."

The maids outside the door were not martial arts practitioners with extraordinary hearing, they all stood with lowered eyes, but the shadow guards in the eaves of the roof who were responsible for protecting Princess Fuyang's safety could hear clearly.

Compared with the rigor and solemnity in the death camp, the life of the shadow guards in the Hou's Mansion is extremely nourishing, with regular shifts and occasional rest, so there is no need to have too much pressure in front of the master. Chatting under the premise is also a harmless thing.

"Why do I feel... the prince doesn't seem to want to marry Miss Daxi? And not only does he not want to marry, but he also seems to be running for the purpose of making Miss Daxi hate him."

Wei Twelve stared at the distance, but his mouth was not idle.

Wei Shiliu retorted in a low voice: "Nonsense, why would you give such expensive gifts if you don't want to marry?"

"Brother, what the son of the world gave to Miss Daxi is something that we big men like. May I ask which girl would like cold weapons?"

Wei Shiliu suddenly realized: "Hiss... that's right, what you said makes sense."

"In my opinion, it doesn't look like they want to get married, but they seem to want to marry each other," Wei Twelve concluded, "Unless the son is crazy, he must have done it on purpose."

Princess Fuyang naturally couldn't hear the whispered conversations of the shadow guards on the roof, and she was still talking to Mrs. Daxi, with a worried look on her face: "He must be sick and stupid. I really want to call off this engagement."

She shook her head and sighed: "I'm afraid I'm going to wrong Ah Ci now."

"Your Highness, speaking of it, the son and Ah Ci haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

Mrs. Daxi suddenly said such a sentence without thinking.

Princess Fuyang looked at her puzzled.

"So, maybe it's because my elder sister's child hasn't yet..." Mrs. Daxi skipped the word "death" and continued, "When..., Shizi saw him once when he was young. , you like her so much that you think you're going to marry a boy in the future?"

At that time, Mrs. Daxi was just the cousin of the late wife of the Zhongyonghou Mansion, not the mistress of the Daxi Mansion who is said to be indistinguishable today.

After Mrs. Xian married Zhongyonghou, they gave birth to a pair of twins in the second year.

Empress Mu and Emperor Yongshuo who were still alive at that time were newlyweds, and they had a harmonious relationship. In the summer of the following year, they got a beautiful and lovely prince.

Princess Fuyang has been on good terms with Empress Mu since she was a child. Compared with her unsmiling emperor brother, she prefers the emperor's sister-in-law who maintains a quirky disposition even if she marries into the royal family, so she treats the little prince like her own child. .

Emperor Yongshuo was happy to have a son, and he was the only one who gave Empress Mu the favor. No matter how the Ministry of Rites claimed that it was inappropriate, he still allowed Empress Mu to often go out of the palace with the babbling little prince. The eldest princess lived in the mansion for half a month, and exchanged child-rearing experiences with her friend Mrs. Daxi's mansion.

It was also at that time that Empress Mu saw that the little prince, who could not stand firmly in her own family, insisted on hugging the boy doll of Daxi's family and refused to let go, so she made a marriage contract for the children of the two families with a smile. Although Emperor Yongshuo didn't know the inside story, But he also readily agreed to Queen Mu's request.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, love will eventually disappear, and the emperor is the most ruthless.

After the strange death of Empress Mu, Emperor Yongshuo hastily established the noble concubine as the new empress.

The little prince Wei Jing, who lost his mother when he was young, was carried out of the palace by Princess Fuyang, and was raised under his knees for many years. Although his health is not good, he has grown up.

So far, in the imperial city, one of the fifth sons born in the direct line is missing, and outside the palace city, there is an extra son of Zhennanhoufu.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, Madam Daxi does not want to recall those tragic scenes at that time, and turns her thoughts back to the little prince.

Princess Fuyang obviously remembered that sad past, she fiddled with the emerald ring between her fingers absently, and said thoughtfully: "Back then, Elder Sister Mu didn't want Ah Jing to fight for the throne, so her son What, she doesn't think much of it..."

With this explanation, everything makes sense.

It's just... If the son still thinks that he is going to marry the child who died a long time ago, wouldn't he be too sick?

Few people knew about the past, Mrs. Daxi was one of them, so Princess Fuyang did not shy away from it.

"So whether it's a girl's family or not, as long as Ah Jing feels happy, Sister Mu doesn't care, but the poor child died at a young age, and her mother went with her."

Emperor Yongshuo, who didn't know it, seemed to make up for the passing of Empress Mu, and personally gave Wei Jing the imperial edict to marry the daughter of Daxi's family.

Mrs. Daxi sighed secretly, and comforted Princess Fuyang, saying: "The son will be blessed and prosperous, and he will be in good health."

Princess Fuyang nodded, holding her handkerchief sideways to wipe her tears.

***

Wei Jing, who was still struggling for his life, didn't know how much anger his aunt would receive when he returned to his room. At this moment, he only thought about how to escape from the hands of the little dead man behind him.

The reason why he came out secretly was because after listening to the report from Ge Wu, the shadow guard who came to be on duty, Mrs. Daxi came to the door to return the gift in person in order to express her gratitude, which made people feel a little surprised.

Wei Jing originally thought that those things sent to Zhongyonghou's mansion were enough to make Da Xici hate him, and even hated him so much that he threw back all the gifts, and then used the gold medal of exoneration from the family to ask the Holy One to cancel the engagement.

Unexpectedly, the wedding date would still come as promised, but his beloved Zhu Ri Gong and Da Wan Ma would never come back.

Therefore, Wei Jing wanted to sneak into the living room to listen to the news and find out the facts.

However, I am ashamed to say that, as the son of the Marquis Mansion, Wei Jing, who has stayed in his own courtyard for many years, has no idea of ​​the routes leading to the various places in the mansion, let alone in this situation of escaping from the hunt——

When he got out of the water and quickly put on his underwear, Wei Chu tore off a piece of fabric from the front of the skirt, and hastily covered his appearance tightly.

After tomorrow, he will be the shadow guard next to the prince, so naturally he cannot be seen by the assassin at will, otherwise it may bring danger to the master.

Wei Chu's skin was already a little pale due to excessive blood loss. Although he was soaked in the cold lake water this time, although the wound no longer oozes blood, the surrounding flesh became more and more ruthless, which is really miserable.

Due to the sharp pain in the wound caused by the sudden lifting of internal force, Wei Chu took a low breath in a hurry, then gritted his teeth and performed lightness kung fu, intending to catch up with the man in Tsing Yi who had slipped far ahead.

But the man in Tsing Yi's lightness kung fu is extremely good, even Wei Chu, who is excellent in light kung fu, is very strenuous to chase, but judging from his appearance, although the man in Tsing Yi is wearing a mask, he is not very old, at most less than 20 years old.

Wei Chu's dark pupils became deeper and deeper.

Wei Jing was very surprised at the sharpened short blade stabbing at him. After subconsciously reaching out to hold the handle, Wei Jing had no time to remember the few hairs that had been cut off. When he realized it, he had already been chased. I was wheezing and wheezing, my throat was dry, and my qi was uneven.

His qinggong was taught by Xi Ming himself.

Who is Xi Ming, the commander of the Death Warrior Battalion and the Shadow Guard Battalion in Zhennanhou Mansion, his martial arts attainments are unfathomable, and the quality of teaching is second to none. He is the top existence among Bei Yu's masters.

Therefore, Wei Jing's lightness kung fu, who is under the tutelage of Xi Ming, is also extraordinary. When he walks through the bushes, not to mention whether ordinary people can hear him or not, even masters who have practiced martial arts for many years can hardly detect his traces easily.

But how did the little dead man in the lake who was obviously resting against the bluestone find him?

He knew all the shadow guards in the Hou's mansion, so this stranger, apart from the dead soldier, would not have any other identity.

Wei Jing didn't have time to think about these things, and the most urgent thing in his mind was to get out of the young man's sight in the shortest possible time.

This martyr of the Marquis Mansion was trained so fucking crazy.

Chasing people is really desperate.

Suddenly, Wei Jing was chased behind because of distraction.

The pale-skinned young dead man was like a ghost under the moon, his brows and eyes were as deep as the blue daisies of distant mountains, but for some reason, the corners of his eyes seemed to be watery, and he looked a little painful, but there was no sign of cowardice at all.

In desperation, Wei Jing, who didn't dare to reveal his identity at will, could only turn around and face the fight, thinking that knocking the little dead soldier unconscious would be considered a job.

Wei Chu seized the opportunity, raised his leg and slashed at the shoulder of the person in front of him, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged vigorously for two steps, making it difficult to move.

Wei Jing raised her eyes and gave Wei Chu a provocative look, but her eyes were attracted elsewhere——

It's really... powdery enough.

Wei Chu gathered the loose underclothes with one hand, suddenly exerted strength, jumped up, two slender and powerful legs were like scissors, entangled Wei Jing's waist tightly, and strangled his neck with his arms, trying to suffocate him. way to achieve a deadly purpose.

Wei Jing was forced to look directly at the young man who clamped his throat, and suddenly counterattacked from the side with his other hand!

Wei Chu was hit hard on the chest by his palm, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which was involved in the wound in the front of his abdomen. His knees suddenly softened, and he staggered and fell to his knees in the snow.

He coughed and arched his back, his thin and trembling fingers could not cover the blood gushing out of his mouth.

Wei Jing didn't know that he was injured, but when he saw his dead man vomiting blood from his palm, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous: "Are you alright?"

Wei Chu felt dizzy from the pain, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear the sound of the outside world. Seeing that his attacker seemed to have the intention of approaching again, he subconsciously got up from the ground and strangled him to death.

But helplessly, the previous wound had already caused him to lose a lot of blood, and now he didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone kill with a sword.

Just as Wei Jing was about to step forward to help him up, there was a flash of fire in the inner courtyard not far away. Obviously, the movement here had already alarmed the Shadow Guard Camp. If he stayed here, he would definitely be rushed over regardless. The shadow guards and dead soldiers revealed their identities.

But after thinking about it, he was a little moved by the fact that this little dead man attached great importance to the safety of the Hou Mansion.

Wei Jing's heart softened, and he turned around directly to help the boy who was curled up on the ground.

Thinking that the man was coming to pull his mask, Wei Chu subconsciously slapped that half-covered face in a daze, and only heard a "slap", which stunned Wei Jing on the spot. After a long time, he covered it The hot face stared at Wei Chu dumbfounded.

It's too much to bully, don't care!

Wei Jing squinted her eyes, trying to see the face of the little dead man clearly, so as to "seek revenge" in the future, but found that the young man had wrapped his head with his slender arms, and refused to show even the slightest gap.

He didn't know that if Wei Chu hadn't fainted, he would have struggled to get up and continue fighting with him to death no matter what.

Wei Jing took out from his bosom the good golden sore medicine that Xi Ming made for him on weekdays, and threw it in Wei Chu's hand, turned around and performed lightness kung fu, and it disappeared with the snap of his fingers.

***

Snow fell again.

Mrs. Daxi wore a fox fur cloak, and with the help of a maid, she walked slowly out of the gate of Zhennanhou's Mansion.

Steward Chen was waiting anxiously in front of the carriage, but due to the occasion, he could only pace back and forth.

Seeing his wife coming out, he hurriedly wanted to go forward to tell the news he had just received, but when he saw the guard at the door, he immediately swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

Seeing his tangled expression, Mrs. Da Xi was puzzled and said, "What's the matter, Steward Chen?"

Chen Quan's personality has always been stable, and he rarely showed such a panicked appearance. Something big must have happened.

Mrs. Daxi beamed with joy: "Could it be that Lord Hou is back?"

The Zhongyonghou people are in the northern border, and they have no skills to face the enemy all day long, so even sending letters from home on weekdays is considered a luxury for Mrs. Da Xi.

Therefore, in the eyes of Mrs. Daxi, nothing is more important than the return of Master Hou to Beijing.

Steward Chen shook his head, hesitatingly said, "It's...it's something else..."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Husband, madam...let's get in the carriage first."

Steward Chen settled down, and indicated with his eyes that Mrs. Da Xi's matter was no small matter.

Seeing this, Mrs. Da Xi understood, got into the carriage and ordered: "Let's go, go back to the house."

The carriage drove out of Jiande Street where Zhennanhou's Mansion was located, and Madam Daxi knocked on the wall of the car to signal Steward Chen to come in and talk about something.

"Madam... Miss San's maid just asked the guards in the mansion to deliver a letter, saying that Miss San left home secretly and only left a letter..."

Butler Chen's voice became smaller and smaller.

Madam Daxi suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

She gripped the armrest beside her, her voice was a little dry because of the tension: "What was written in the letter?"

Butler Chen went on to say: "Miss San said that she...has a sweetheart, and she will never marry that sick child, so now she and her sweetheart are going to die!"

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