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

"Son, how does the prince treat you? Have you ever noticed anything wrong?"

Mrs. Daxi drank tea, leaning on the armrest, watching Wei Chu's every move.

It has been a few days since Wei Chuwei married into Zhennanhou's Mansion. If someone really noticed something, Her Royal Highness the Princess would have quit long ago.

It can be seen that the child's camouflage ability is still very good.

Hearing Mrs. Daxi's question, Wei Chu straightened his body upright early in the morning, honestly lowered his eyes and waited for her to finish speaking, and then replied slowly: "Your Majesty... I am a very good person, and I should... have never discovered my identity." .”

Mrs. Daxi nodded, put down the tea cup in her hand with satisfaction, got up and walked towards Wei Chu.

Wei Chu also stood up following her movements.

"I heard from Yunyang that you combed your hair these few days." Mrs. Daxi raised a hand to stroke a lock of hair on Wei Chu's cheek, and gently tucked it behind his ear, "I saw you before. Hair, I am really worried."

Wei Chu didn't reply, just nodded slightly to avoid sore arms caused by Mrs. Daxi raising her hand too high.

"The weather is just fine today. Let's go shopping in the street and buy you some new fabrics." Mrs. Daxi's eyes fell on the Firefox fur that Wei Chu wore back, knowing that Princess Fuyang treated him well. , so the smile continued on his face, "After all, it is the one who makes our Ah Ci dress up nicely."

Mrs. Daxi was in a good mood, thinking about taking a leisurely walk, she asked the coachman to drive the carriage to follow her and Wei Chu far away, in case she was tired from walking and could only stand there and have nothing to do.

Wei Chu rarely came into contact with so many living people under the blue sky and broad daylight, so when he was walking on the bustling street, his expression showed a rare nervousness.

Mrs. Daxi knew that he had good hearing, so when she looked ahead and looked at the road, she asked Wei Chu in a normal tone of voice: "Are you not used to it?"

Before Wei Chu could answer her, he heard Mrs. Da Xi say with a smile: "Then get into the sedan chair, so that you don't feel uncomfortable, Luo Yue, order someone to drive the carriage over."

The surroundings became an airtight box wall, and the restraint on Wei Chu's face finally relaxed a lot.

He pursed his dry lips and thanked Mrs. Da Xi.

"You seem to dislike contact with outsiders, if..."

Madam Daxi hadn't finished speaking, and the surroundings outside the car suddenly screamed.

"Ah-"

There was only a thin wooden car wall separating the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh from Mrs. Daxi's seat.

Seeing that one of the government soldiers protecting the car had fallen at the intersection of Caishi Street, Steward Chen, who was sitting beside the driver, screamed loudly: "Come here! There are assassins! Hurry up and protect Madam!"

His shout caused the assassin who had already killed him to temporarily lose the direction of his target. However, when the assassin swung his knife and slashed at the sedan door again, a skinny left hand full of veins suddenly protruded from the box wall, accurately Unmistakably strangled his throat!

The black-clothed assassin didn't have time to report to his companions, so Wei Chufa slammed him down hard. Hearing a "crack bang", his neck bone cracked, and he fell limply on the ground. Beside the distraught coachman.

The coachman kicked the assassin's body under the cart, weeping and cursing, and then jumped out of the carriage in a panic, running for his life.

The street market where people come and go is even more scattered in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the death of their companions, the rest of the assassins jumped from the eaves on both sides of the road, landed steadily on the top of the car, and then stabbed in with a long knife——

Mrs. Daxi is also a martial artist, but at this age, she is naturally unable to deal with such a brave and fierce assassin. When she was in a panic, Mrs. Daxi could only try her best to avoid the stabbing blades on the roof of the carriage to delay time.

Wei Chu had turned over and jumped onto the roof of the car where the assassin was standing, his gloomy gaze forced the assassin to pay attention to the tall woman in front of him.

Thinking that the opponent is just a woman, no matter how ruthless she looks, she will definitely be no match for the man's strength.

Thinking of this, the assassin couldn't help but relax a bit of vigilance, and even hooked his fingers at Wei Chu provocatively.

Seeing that Wei Chu leaned over slightly, obviously intending to rush over, the assassin immediately put his long knife across in front of him for defense.

Wei Chu, who attacked in front of him, subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the tip of the knife, turned his palm into a blade, and slashed straight at the assassin's face.

"Ah Chi!"

Mrs. Da Xi staggered out of the car, seeing that the knife was about to pierce her belly, she was terrified, and had to ask for help from Wei Chu who was closest to her.

Wei Chu turned his head, dropped the trash that was stunned by him in a hurry, flew to the masked assassin who was chasing Mrs. Daxi, raised his leg and kicked the handle of the knife in his hand, and grabbed Mrs. Daxi who was lying on the ground with one hand. up.

When he came out, he was not carrying a weapon. He saw that the man took out a sharp blade with a cold light from his sleeve, and stabbed Madam Daxi's neck straightly——

Wei Chu didn't have time to hesitate, he stretched out his left hand to hold the blade, bent his elbow with his right arm, and pushed Mrs. Daxi to the back of Steward Chen. He immediately clenched his fist to gather strength, and while turning around, he slammed into the assassin with an unstoppable force. ears!

"Well!"

The black-clothed assassin never thought that the beautiful girl next to Mrs. Daxi was actually a master of martial arts, and was even more surprised that she would risk her life so desperately to save Mrs. Daxi's life.

However, he has no time to investigate Wei Chu's identity carefully, and the gurgling blood gushing out of his ear canal indicates that his life is not long.

The five assassins with extraordinary combat power were all down in a pool of blood. Wei Chu frowned slightly, as if he hated the smell of blood floating in the air.

"Ah Ci, your hand!"

Wei Chu clenched his fists, as if he was checking whether the tendons are intact, and when he stretched them out again, the dark red blood had condensed along the slender and slender fingers to the fingertips, and immediately rolled down like broken beads. Down.

The blade was extremely sharp, and the force with which he had just grasped it hadn't been reduced by half. If he hadn't mobilized his internal force to protect the tendons on the spot, Wei Chu felt that he might not even be able to complete the movement of raising his hand at this moment.

"The injury is so serious, hurry, hurry back to the mansion and call Doctor Qin!"

Mrs. Daxi didn't care about Wei Chu's identity as a man, so she rushed forward and held Wei Chu's wrist, took out the handkerchief in her bosom, and pressed hard on the wound in the palm where the flesh was rolled.

"Husband Mother, I'm fine, don't worry."

Wei Chu's lips were so pale that there was no blood. It was a lie to say that there was no pain, but his historical tenacity made his fingertips tremble slightly from the pain, and he never showed any weakness.

"Why are you all right..." Mrs. Daxi was about to shed tears, repeating again and again in distress, "So much blood...so much blood..."

Whose family's children feel distressed, not to mention...

Wei Chu didn't know what Madam Daxi was thinking in his heart, he turned his head to look at Steward Chen who was running over staggeringly, and asked, "Did such things happen before?"

Butler Chen nodded, "In the past few months, I've been quite honest, but today it's a little bit strange."

"I forgot to keep alive," Wei Chu cleared his throat, feeling a little guilty, "I'm afraid it will delay the time for the Hou Mansion to find out the truth."

"There is no need to find out, it is the political enemy of Lord Hou in the court..."

Chen Butler gritted his teeth and snorted. He obviously knew who sent the assassin, but he seemed afraid to say the name of that person.

It was inconvenient for Wei Chu to ask more questions, so he nodded slightly to show that he understood, then turned around and curled his fingertips tentatively, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, his face looked better.

Mrs. Daxi's eyes fell on Wei Chu's drooping long eyelashes, and there was a glimmer of light in her pupils.

***

Wei Jing, who suffered from unbearable kidney pain, was ordered to poke a few silver needles on his back, and finally healed the stinging kidney in the annoyance of remorse.

It just stopped for a while, and Xiao Shizi started his plan to be a demon again.

"Going out of the house? Little master, you're probably dreaming."

Xi Ming refused Wei Jing's request without hesitation, sat down on the chair, picked up the apple on the table and ate it.

"If you don't let me go out, wouldn't yesterday's sword moves be for nothing?"

Taking advantage of Wei Chu's absence in the past few days, Wei Jing will naturally not let go of taking her to practice swords.

He had always followed Wei Jing's fate and couldn't bear his muttering begging. He was dragged by Wei Jing last night in the forest where no one passed by and hacked for more than two hours.

I thought that Wei Jing had practiced heartily and would not want to touch the sword again in a short time.

Unexpectedly, a vigorous young man would naturally be obsessed with the ingenuity of sword moves, and it is inevitable that he would like to try again at this moment.

"There are so many corrupt officials waiting for my life." Wei Jing pulled Zhang Zhang from the hidden compartment of the bed, and threw it to Xi Ming. "Here, help me pretend to be 'me' for a while."

"I'm going to tell the princess right now."

Even though he said that, Ke Ming still sat there without moving a muscle, obviously giving Wei Jing a chance.

Everyone in the camp of dead soldiers knows how to change faces and voices, and Xi Ming and Wei Jing are both men, so imitating it is naturally much easier than imitating women.

It's nothing more than pretending to be weak, they have done a lot of this kind of thing.

Xi Ming lay under the quilt in Wei Jing's bedroom for nearly two hours, and finally before his patience ran out, he heard the sound of the clothes flapping on the roof.

When the window sills at the back of the house touched slightly, Wei Jing was already standing firmly on the side of the bed, jokingly said: "Is this son's mattress still soft? Can my lord lie comfortably?"

Xi Ming lazily yawned, got up and straightened his clothes, and at the same time pulled off the disguise on his face, and asked, "Has anyone been watching?"

When it comes to his lightness skills, Wei Jing is still quite confident. Among his peers, he has never met anyone who can be his opponent.

"Of course not, those who can catch up with me have not yet been born..."

Having said that, Wei Jing's voice stopped abruptly.

He suddenly remembered the little dead man he saw on the back mountain that day, and he also remembered that he was chased like a wild boar running around in the mountains.

Wei Xiaoshi, who had always been proud and arrogant, suddenly felt a little sluggish.

He really wanted to find that little dead soldier and compete with him in martial arts.

"If I can see him again, I will definitely recognize him at a glance." Wei Jing said to himself.

When Xi Ming heard his inexplicable words, he turned around and asked Wei Jing in doubt: "What did the little master say?"

How could Wei Jing let others know such an embarrassing side of himself, when Xi Ming asked him, he immediately shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just hungry."

While speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and before she could take a defensive posture, Adai's laughter rang out: "Concubine Shizi, you are back!"

Wei Jing hurriedly tore off the black clothes on her body, jumped onto the bed, and lay down in the bed very well.

Xi Ming didn't want to get involved with his little master's feelings, so he left Wei Jing's bedroom through the window without delay.

***

Wei Chu stepped into the bedroom door cautiously, and found that Wei Jing was lying on the couch sound asleep, and couldn't help slowing down his already slight movements a bit.

But at present, there are things that need to be resolved as soon as possible, Wei Chu secretly sighed helplessly.

Forget it, it's not too late to talk when he wakes up, let's pack his luggage first.

Wei Chu doesn't have many things, even the cabinet for clothes only occupies a small space of Wei Jing, so it is very easy to clean up.

While folding the clothes, Wei Chu couldn't help but recall what His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess said to him, and still felt his ears burn.

This morning, as soon as he came back from Zhongyonghou's mansion, he was summoned to the Kejing Pavilion by His Royal Highness the eldest princess, who warmly held his hand and asked him about his health, before finally getting to the point with a solemn expression.

"Ah Ci, you don't know something. During the few days you came back, Ah Jing really fell ill."

"But you don't have to worry too much, Xi Ming has already dealt with it for him, and now the fever has subsided, and the pain in the liver and kidney is no longer there."

"Mom asked you to come here today. The most important thing is to discuss something with you."

According to the status of His Royal Highness the eldest princess, being able to say the word "negotiate" is already a great respect for the person in front of her. If she is really stupid enough to want to discuss with her, I am afraid that she is not far from death.

Out of habit, Wei Chu listened obediently.

"Mother knows that the two of you are just getting married, and it's the time when you are like glue," Princess Fuyang didn't see the injured left hand that Wei Chu deliberately hid in her sleeve, and patted the back of Wei Chu's hand through the cloth, "But mother asked Doctor, if you are pregnant with Ah Jing's flesh and blood, even if the child is born, I am afraid that the child will be as weak and sick as Ah Jing..."

When Princess Fuyang said one more word, Wei Chu's cheeks became more red.

When he came out of Kejing Pavilion, Wei Chu, whose ears were red, forgot the way back to Qingmu Pavilion.

The tingling pain in his palm brought Wei Chu back to his senses in no time. He frowned, clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, as if trying to suppress the pain with the feeling of numbing the wound.

Wei Chu stood up from the cabinet on his knees, with his hands behind his back, and unconsciously grabbed the slipknot wrapped around the bandage, and said softly to Wei Jing who was on the bed: "My son, mother ordered me... to move out for now, let you To take good care of your body.”

When he said this, Wei Jing was turning his back to the door, closing his eyes tightly and pretending to be sleeping. The joy in his heart almost overflowed his chest, but when he heard Wei Chu's voice was morbidly hoarse, he felt a little Not feeling up.

Wei Jing suddenly felt some regret.

He turned over slowly, pretending that he had just been woken up, and yawned: "Come here..."

After Wei Chu finished speaking in a low voice, he returned to the couch and continued to be dazed. Hearing Wei Jing's voice, he hurriedly got up from the couch, straightened the folds of the skirt, and asked, "My lord? Are you awake? "

Wei Jing's gaze inevitably fell on Wei Chu's left hand, which was arranging his dress.

Why is there a bandage on it?Why didn't she tell herself about the injury?

It seems that Wei Chu can only tell the ins and outs of the matter by pretending to smell the blood when people come over like last time.

Wei Jing fumbled for the teapot beside the bed, and gently pushed it in Wei Chu's direction, with a hint of apology in her smile: "Yes, Ah Ci, I'm very thirsty, and I want to drink a cup of tea, I'm afraid I will trouble you .”

After finishing speaking, Wei Jing waited for Wei Chu to tell about his hand injury, and then logically asked Wei Chu the reason for his injury.

However, Wei Chu just answered "OK" in a low voice, then walked over, leaned over and picked up the teapot in Wei Jing's hand expressionlessly.

Even... using the bandaged left hand.

Wei Jing frowned slightly.

What kind of invulnerable young lady is this that the family cultivated.

No pain?

"Ah Ci, have you smelled..."

Before Wei Jing finished speaking, there was a noise from the gate of Qingmu Pavilion, which seemed quite noisy in the quiet room.

"I don't care, my elder sister-in-law is like a mother, so I can't see her anymore?"

Wei Chu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yang Anru?His Royal Highness the eldest princess and the youngest daughter of Marquis Zhennan?Why is she here?

"Miss Six, wait a minute!" Xi Ming stood in front of the bedroom door, but was forced to step aside by the neck that Yang Anru deliberately brought forward, and said helplessly, "Little Master, Miss Six is ​​here to see you."

Just as Wei Jing sat up, the bedroom door was pushed open by Yang Anru.

Wei Chu originally thought that Yang Anru must have come to visit Wei Jing when he came to Qingmu Pavilion.

But how could Wei Jing, who is delicate and frail, be able to match her swift and powerful charge like a tiger, Wei Chu subconsciously quickly stood in front of Wei Jing, ready to stop her.

But what I didn't expect was that this little girl came straight towards me...

"little Master!"

Xi Ming stood at the door, naturally there was no time to rescue the unlucky son who was already showing a tendency to fall to the ground, so he could only use his voice to remind Wei Jing not to subconsciously use internal force, lest other people present discover the secret he has been hiding all along.

Wei Jing naturally understood this truth.

As early as when Wei Chu rushed towards him, Wei Jing had already given up struggling.

Just drop it, it's better than being exposed.

Thin shoulders slammed into Wei Jing's arms, bringing him down to the ground, and the fragrance of snow filled Wei Jing's breath.

In a panic, Wei Jing could only support Wei Chu's arm as much as possible to prevent the girl from falling too badly.

However, compared to Wei Chu's very passive embrace at this time, Wei Jing obviously had another thing that surprised him even more——

It's actually... flat.

Yimapingchuan's flatness.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Shizi: Oh, look what I found?

Shi Zifei: Damn it, do I need to keep my mouth shut?

Good night, babies~ Red envelopes continue~