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

When Wei Chu returned to Qingmu Pavilion from the back mountain, a fire had already been built up in the yard, and the servants were busy around the entrance of the front hall, very lively.

Wei Jing changed into a pure white fox-fur cloak and draped it over his body, and the nobility between his brows became even more refined. At this moment, he is squinting slightly, sitting in a wheelchair lazily warming the fire, with a smile on his face that cannot be concealed .

Seeing such a warm and harmonious scene in front of him, the corner of Wei Chu's mouth raised a rare slight arc.

Just laughing, it proves that there is no discomfort.

It was rare for Wei Jing to see the servants in the mansion so relaxed. In a good mood, he casually glanced at the gate of the courtyard with the red lanterns hanging.

Seeing that it was Wei Chu walking in from outside the courtyard, Wei Jing subconsciously thought of the little girl's quick look at him in the Kejing Pavilion.

Where has she been all day?

As soon as Wei Chu came in, he was overwhelmed by the oncoming fireworks.

In the past, in the camp of the dead, except when Wei Chu was performing missions in the mountains and couldn't stand the cold in the middle of the night, he would cover the fire with his hands and nest by the rocks sheltered from the wind to keep warm.

It was the first time that firewood was piled up with such fanfare like today.

Wei Jing couldn't say hello, and was thinking of pretending to ask about the whereabouts of the concubine next to her, so that everyone could find Wei Chu's figure, but Princess Fuyang had already walked towards the gate of the courtyard with a smile on her face: " Ah Ci, come here and enjoy the fire, the weather is really cold today."

In Wei Jing's eyes, this little girl who is bound by a marriage contract is more innocent than him who sincerely does not want to get married, so if the two can coexist peacefully without sleeping in the same bed, he will naturally I have no opinion.

After all, she is a spoiled and pampered young lady who just left home, so she should treat her better in terms of emotion and reason.

Wei Jing thought about these things clearly in his heart, so he turned his head and said through his aunt's words: "Ah Ci is back?"

Since the two got married, Wei Chu didn't talk as much with this husband as Her Royal Highness, so he naturally assumed that Wei Jing was actually unwilling to talk to him.

Seeing that Wei Jing actually took the initiative to speak to him at this time, Wei Chu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but also felt a little nervous.

He clenched the handle of the pot in his hand, and responded clearly. Seeing Wei Jing nodded clearly, Wei Chu also nodded subconsciously.

"Ah Ci, it was getting dark early today, so mother wanted to build a fire in the courtyard and let everyone gather in the courtyard to be lively." Wei Jing explained the whole story to Wei Chu in a gentle voice, "The most important thing is to It's to welcome you."

Wei Chu's face was slightly reddened by the fireworks beside him, he pursed his lips in embarrassment, and thanked His Highness the Princess: "Thank you, mother, it's my child who came back late."

"Where is it too late?" Princess Fuyang stepped forward and held Wei Chu's hand, "Oh, why is this hand so cold? Come quickly, and take the fox fur that I prepared for Ah Ci." come over."

"Mother, baby, don't..."

Before Wei Chu could utter the word "cold", Princess Fuyang covered her head with a thick red fox fur.

"This is Firefox fur, much better than his."

Princess Fuyang spoke, while pointing her mouth at the piece on Wei Jing's body.

Seeing that His Highness the Eldest Princess still had a girlish appearance, Wei Chu couldn't help but also laughed, and gave way: "Mother, please keep this one for the prince, the child is not cold."

Princess Fuyang directly rejected Wei Chu's request with her actions. She tied the lace around her neckline herself, hugged Wei Chu and showed off to Zhiqiu: "Look at how good-looking our Ah Ci is when he smiles."

Zhiqiu said yes with a smile again and again.

When she was in a good mood, Princess Fuyang suddenly felt as if she had returned to her childhood, when Empress Mu was still alive, and Wei Jing was still that smart, clever and beautiful little prince, and they still had nothing to talk about.

So much so that she asked Wei Jing directly: "Ah Jing, look for yourself..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone closed their eyes and closed their mouths instantly, and the warm atmosphere that had just been created in the yard suddenly disappeared, leaving only the firewood crackling and burning.

After a while, Princess Fuyang finally sighed faintly. She looked at Wei Jing's absent-minded eyes with regret, and tears gradually appeared in her eyes.

Wei Jing's mood was mixed: "Mother..."

"Mother, the son's eyes will definitely get better." Wei Chu's fingertips were still cold, and he lightly touched the back of Princess Fuyang's hand, as if imitating a comforting action, "The child will always be with you." Prince, until his eyes recover and his body recovers."

Thin shoulders were passively draped in fox fur, and Wei Chu's pale face was much rosier against the fox fur. Leaving aside the fairy appearance and lost appearance, those black eyes full of sincerity and anticipation alone made people For no reason, people have a little heart-pounding feeling.

Wei Jing's eyes moved slightly, and she hurriedly lowered her eyelashes and stopped looking.

"Good boy, you are truly a blessing to our Zhennanhou Mansion. Mother is relieved to have you by my side."

Princess Fuyang wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, glanced at the teapot in Wei Chu's hand from the corner of her eye, and was curious: "Huh? Ah Ci, what's in the teapot in your hand?"

Wei Chu lifted the cover, showed her the eyes of Princess Fuyang, and then explained: "It snowed in the morning, my child heard from people in the mansion that there are many clean frost hanging on the trees on the mountain behind the Hou mansion." Snow, the child wanted to get some back and melt some snow to make tea for parents."

Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess has always been surrounded by palace people and waited on her when she grew up. Although she had many wonderful ideas during her growth, due to the palace rules, she never made a few of them.

At this time, hearing that her new daughter-in-law had such an idea that suits her, she couldn't help feeling even more fond of Wei Chu.

She embraced Wei Chu and walked to the side of the main seat set up in the courtyard, took his hand and sat on the chair, and told Zhiqiu: "Go and melt this snow and make tea."

Just as Zhiqiu was about to take the order and leave, Wei Chu stood up and said softly to Her Royal Highness, "My son has not offered tea to father and mother yet, and the morning was delayed by something. It is already my fault, so why not?" Please trouble Aunt Zhiqiu to do it."

Princess Fuyang was coaxed by the well-behaved child in front of her, "Okay, okay, your father is busy with military affairs today and is not in the mansion, so there is no need to prepare too much."

Wei Chu responded, turned around and carried the teapot into the small dining hall in Qingmu Pavilion.

Probably because he was not used to wearing such heavy clothes, Wei Chu nearly staggered and lay on the ground when he raised his legs and stepped over the threshold.

While Wei Jing's heartstrings were hanging slightly, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by the strange emotions that she had produced for no reason.

Naturally, he didn't like his own concubine, but if he looked into it carefully, he wouldn't even count as hating her.

But Wei Jing knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he had no time to care about the love of these children, so no matter how sensible and perfect this person was, in his eyes, the result was the same.

Wei Chu took the well-placed teacup from the tray in Yunyang's hand, and gave it to Princess Fuyang who was sitting on the top seat.

Princess Fuyang smiled very pleased. She took the tea in Wei Chu's hand with both hands, tasted it carefully, and exclaimed: "It's really good."

After drinking the daughter-in-law tea, Princess Fuyang ordered Zhiqiu to bring over a two-foot-wide porcelain basin.

Wei Chu was worried that Zhiqiu would burn his hands, so he put them on the table together.

"This is the chicken soup mother made for you two children."

Princess Fuyang lifted the lid of the pot with confidence, and introduced the ingredients inside to Wei Chu one by one: "The thousand-year-old ginseng from the deep mountains of Beili, the fresh velvet antler from the emperor's brother's hunting ground, and the mature and old turtles from the Jiangnan water town, in addition to cistanche and epimedium In addition to eucommia, eucommia and medlar, we also added Morinda officinalis, dodder and cornus, and by the way, there are also fat old hens that my mother raises in the backyard to ensure that your two bodies are fully nourished."

Wei Chu has never seen so many ingredients appear in the same dish. Seriously speaking, all the things he has eaten since he was a child, and the combined value of money, may not be able to match the value of this pot of chicken soup. .

After listening to Princess Fuyang's introduction, Wei Jing also took a deep breath.

These ingredients, just listening to them with his ears, almost made his throat burn and his mouth and nose bleed.

"Mother, Ah Ci and I don't need these..." Wei Jing wanted to refuse.

"Silly boy, don't talk nonsense, you need it!"

Princess Fuyang leaned close to Wei Jing's ear mysteriously, and no longer wondered whether he would feel hurt when he heard it, "Silly Ah Jing, you can't see with your eyes, so naturally you don't know Ah Ci's stature." How tall is she, and how hard it will be when you 'get along' with her."

Wei Jing curved her lips.

Of course he knew.

Having said that, Princess Fuyang looked back at Wei Chu who was seriously looking at the ingredients in the pot, and then said to Wei Jing: "Ah Ci's hair is almost at the same level as the tip of your nose. Your height of eight feet is not much different..."

Wei Jing hurriedly interrupted her aunt's cutting corners, and corrected her seriously: "It's eight feet two inches."

The distance between the thumb and middle finger of an ordinary man is one foot, and the length of a knuckle is one inch. Wei Jing couldn't bear the grievance of being two inches shorter.

"Okay, okay, it's eight feet two inches."

Princess Fuyang's attitude was quite perfunctory, she just wanted Wei Jing and the two to drink up all the chicken soup quickly, and then return to the bedroom as soon as possible to carry out the important task of inheriting the family.

Wei Jing drove the wheelchair towards the warm direction of the burning fire in the courtyard, but Princess Fuyang ordered the servant to push him back directly around a bend.

"Drink it, it will be almost the time of the year after you drink it. At that time..." Princess Fuyang's little calculation was loud, "It's time to rest."

Wei Jing: "..."

In Wei Chu's consciousness, the word Xiexia was not an explosive word, but the sentence "Drink" said by His Royal Highness the Princess made him nervous.

Deputy Commander Mo once said that any meaty food such as meat and eggs will give people body odor, and it is difficult to hide their whereabouts during the mission.

Therefore, all the dead men in the camp are not allowed to eat meals other than vegetarian food, and long-term non-eating of meat will cause the dead men to lose their strength, but the Hou Mansion has its own solution, which is to use pills to stimulate the dead men to the limit , This also directly led to the consequence that the dead would not live long.

Therefore, due to the long-term vegetarian diet, Wei Chu's body not only does not have any turbidity, but also has a faint fragrance of clear snow in the forest, which makes him better hide in the winter eaves.

Wei Chu curled his fingertips.

He has now completely disassociated himself from the camp of dead soldiers. Unless he does not perform well, or makes some unforgivable mistakes and is punished by His Royal Highness, he should never return to that dark camp of dead soldiers possibility.

But if you don't listen to His Royal Highness, I'm afraid she will feel sad.

Wei Chu took a deep breath, and drank from a porcelain cup. He was amazed at the deliciousness of the chicken, but he didn't have time to sigh. He just ate the chicken that Princess Fuyang put into his bowl: "Thank you, mother, you are welcome! Eat some too."

Seeing that Wei Chu loved the chicken soup so much, Wei Jing stopped wiping his hands with a cloth towel, silently observing the behavior of the person in front of him.

Really suspicious.

Although the action of drinking the soup can be regarded as elegant, the look of liking for the chicken soup in his eyes far exceeds the love that the pampered daughter of the Hou's Mansion can show.

It was not until Wei Chu drank so much that his eyes became a little blurred that Princess Fuyang spared them, and she ordered the servants: "Okay, you put out the fire, clean up, and then serve the son and the concubine." Go to bed."

After being arranged properly, the two of them knew that it was not good to refuse, so they could only be surrounded by the maids and entered the bedroom, and sealed off the coldness outside the door.

The room was embarrassingly quiet for a moment.

Wei Jing didn't know what to say, so she leaned on the soft pillow and closed her eyes, as if falling asleep.

Wei Chu's temperament is quiet. Seeing that although Wei Jing hadn't slept, he was closing his eyes and resting his mind, so he became more careful about the movements of his hands, and even his breathing slowed down a lot.

Hearing that the other person in the room was also silent for a long time, Wei Jing narrowed her eyes curiously, and glanced in the direction of the couch where Wei Chu was sitting.

Wei Chu turned sideways to him, not knowing what was going on in his mind, he just sat there obediently with his head lowered and his hands scratched.

Does it seem that he is a little pitifully lonely?

The emerald green Bu Yao in Wei Chu's thick hair swayed gently with the ups and downs of breathing, occasionally collided, and occasionally entangled. Looking carefully, it seemed to be entangled in a person's heart, which was messy and incomprehensible.

Wei Jing was hesitating whether to say something to Wei Chu to ease the atmosphere, when suddenly, he saw a flash of light red on Wei Chu's white earlobe covered by hair.

Looking at the color, it doesn't look like the red coral earrings, but rather... bloodstains?

"you……"

Wei Jing subconsciously wanted to ask, but suddenly remembered that he should be "blind" now, so he couldn't help but silenced immediately.

Unexpectedly, Wei Chu heard his barely audible sound just now, turned around quickly, and said softly, "Your Majesty?"

In embarrassment, Wei Jing could only clear his throat, and pretended to be calm: "Ah Ci... what do you smell?"

Wei Chu was thinking about the whereabouts of his 12 taels of silver. Hearing Wei Jing's question, he immediately became vigilant, and his right hand subconsciously felt for the thin blade that was often attached to the back of his waist.

However, he found nothing. Seeing this, Wei Chu had no choice but to quickly walk to Wei Jing's bedside, protecting his safety at the shortest distance.

Wei Jing looked away from Wei Chu, who was sniffing quickly with his nose shut, cleared his throat, and said, "It seems to be... blood?"

Finding the general direction from what he said, Wei Chu easily followed the smell to find his earlobe: "Ah, it's me."

As he spoke, he casually wiped away the bright red blood on the earlobe with his fingertips.

Such an understatement?

Wei Jing became more and more suspicious of Wei Chu's behavior of ignoring her own behavior.

The pain caused by the earlobe injury is definitely not a wound that a rich lady can ignore. Even if Da Xici is naughty on weekdays, it is impossible not to care about her appearance.

"How could it bleed?" Wei Jing asked.

The newly pierced ear hole from yesterday's wedding has not healed yet, and bleeding is extremely normal.

"Just now when I was fetching snow from the back mountain, I was scraped by a branch."

Wei Chu raised his hand again to rub the blood that continued to ooze, and secretly denounced himself as useless, which caught Wei Jing's attention.

However, since he could smell the blood, it proved that he was not affected by the intoxication on the Xipa yesterday.

Wei Chu was very happy. Does this also mean that Wei Jing's body is gradually getting better?

Here Wei Chu was feeling happy for Wei Jing in his heart, but Wei Jing over there became complicated because of being manipulated by others, and was a little depressed for a while.

******

Wei Jing has always understood that in her aunt's heart, the most important thing is her body.

Presumably, during this period of time, I had exposed too many signs of improvement, which made my aunt become more confident in his physical condition, and even felt that he could pass on the family line.

It's just outrageous.

Wei Jing had a plan in mind.

Taking advantage of Wei Chu being called by his aunt to chat in Kejing Pavilion, Wei Jing, who stayed alone in the bedroom, struggled for a long time, and finally decided to turn to Xi Ming for help: "Xi Ming."

Xi Ming was sitting in front of the table and conscientiously drawing the sword manual for his little master. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the absent-minded Wei Jing, and asked, "What's wrong, little master?"

Wei Jing didn't know where to start, and after pondering for a long time, she finally said, "I feel that my aunt's thoughts are becoming more and more greedy, and now she actually wants me to inherit the family."

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Wei Jing felt creepy, "No, I have to find a way."

Xi Ming waited leisurely for the extremely unreliable and stupid suggestion of his little master.

Sure enough, his judgment was as accurate as ever.

Wei Jing patted himself on the side of the waist boldly, and blurted out a bad idea:

"Why don't you take out my kidney? Then there's no way to have a baby."

Xi Ming sighed: "Little master, don't you think that every whim you have is a bit rebellious?"

The author has something to say:

One day, the private house money of the crown prince was stolen by thieves.

The concubine Shizi stared at the footprints left by the thief, and pondered: "This person is about seven feet eight inches to eight feet tall."

A muffled voice came from the tree in the courtyard: "No, it's eight feet two inches."

[Here, let’s talk about Ah Jing’s height. One foot = one shovel of an ordinary man = about 23 centimeters, one inch = one knuckle = about two centimeters, so Ah Jing’s height is: eight feet and two inches = 8*23+ The two inches that Ah Jing doesn't want to give up]

The red envelope continues~