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

Wei Chu's body was lingering with the sweet scent of cold frost and snow, and the moment he fell into Wei Jing's arms, he was taken aback by surprise.

However, Wei Jing quickly realized that Wei Chu was helping him out of a siege, so he withdrew the strength of his hands, trying to make people lie comfortably, and then raised his hands to gently massage Wei Chu's temples, caring Said: "Still uncomfortable?"

Wei Chu was already a little feverish, and when he heard Wei Jing's question, he nodded along with his words, his voice was hazy and hoarse, "Well...it's really uncomfortable, please use more force."

Wei Jing's ears turned red.

This... what kind of saying is this.

Worried about being seen that he was not used to Wei Chu acting like a baby to him, Wei Jing hurriedly stood up from his seat, carefully wrapped his arms around Wei Chu's waist, and then said to the two people in the main seat: "Father, mother, I'm really sorry, Ah Ci is not feeling well, the boy has to take her back first."

However, before Eldest Princess Fuyang could speak, someone was upset during the banquet, and even said in a strange tone: "It's the son of the world, you can come when you want, and leave when you want."

Princess Fuyang twisted the speaker's arm nearby, her beautiful eyes were sharp: "Anda, how can you say that?"

Although Wei Chu was drowsy, he was still conscious. When he heard someone talking to Wei Jing in such a tone, he immediately frowned.

Realizing that you can't do anything on this occasion, you can only choose other ways to do something for Wei Jing.

At this point, Wei Chu couldn't help chuckling, and lazily poked his head out of Wei Jing's arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the man: "If the third brother is not happy, then I will leave with the son." yes."

The eyes of the people at the banquet fell on the person Wei Chu was watching.

That was Yang Anda, the most spoiled youngest son of Zhennan Hou Yang He.

On weekdays, no matter whether it is things or people, no matter whether it is inside or outside the mansion, as long as there is something he likes, he will try his best to keep it in his hands in the end.

But except for one thing, that is the position of the eldest son occupied by Wei Jing.

Wei Jing's age was two years younger than Yang Anda's. As the third young master in the mansion, he couldn't bear the fact that this sick young man who would die at some point took the position that should belong to him.

But his mother's favoritism made him suffer so much that he couldn't express it. He could only grit his teeth and hold back his anger on weekdays. Today, he managed to grab Wei Jing's pigtails during the banquet, but the princess concubine who spoke for him was really not like her. A good stubble.

As a dandy, Yang Anda interpreted the words arrogance, extravagance, and licentiousness to the fullest. Apart from eating, drinking, and having fun, there was nothing else in his mind that this young master could care about. Therefore, he didn't understand the importance of the Zhongyonghou Mansion in the eyes of the children of the aristocratic family. Notion, only thinking that the Marquis' Mansion, which is also enshrined by the Holy Majesty, is no one is inferior to anyone else.

"Fifth brother and sister, if you say this, you are the third brother Zhesha. If you are not feeling well, go back and rest. It is not the third brother who has the final say in this mansion..."

Yang Anda didn't pay attention to anyone around Wei Jing, and when he heard Wei Chu's voice, he still looked back with a casual smile, and caught off guard Wei Chu's gaze that seemed to be warning.

Those eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling were like sharp knives that pierced through the cold winter night in the northern region. In just a moment, they returned to the weak appearance when they were acting like a baby with Wei Jing just now, like an illusion.

But after witnessing everything, Yang Anda was so shocked that he couldn't speak on the spot. His throat choked up, and the words that followed were swallowed back into his stomach, and he immediately remembered what the father of the imperial concubine said. who.

Adhering to the concept of seeking help from his father when he got into trouble, Yang Anda looked back at Yang He helplessly.

The latter glared at him angrily, then touched the rim of the cup calmly, signaling Yang Anda to turn around and apologize to Wei Jing for the time being.

Yang Anda knew that there was nothing wrong with listening to his father's words, not to mention that he was so frightened by the fifth sibling in front of him that his legs were trembling, and he couldn't say any more powerful words.

Princess Fuyang stood up, walked towards the two children who were about to leave the table, touched Wei Chu's forehead lightly, and helplessly smoothed things over for Yang Anda: "A Jing, let Xi Ming send you and A Ci back , Rest early today."

Wei Jing nodded obediently, and treated Yang Anda as a disgusting filth from the beginning to the end, and didn't even say a word to him.

After agreeing to Princess Fuyang, Wei Jing turned around directly, and under the guidance of Xi Ming, she pretended to help Wei Chu leave Juhe hall with difficulty.

A gloomy gloomyness flashed across Zhennanhou's eyes.

After Wei Chu returned to his bedroom, he immediately fell into a coma. The worried Wei Jing ordered Adai to feed him medicine carefully, and then guarded him closely until he fell into a deep sleep. Adai Then he went to Wei Jing's room and recovered his life.

"How many disrespectful words did Yang Anda say today?" Wei Jing took off his night clothes and shook off the chill from his body, his clear eyes were full of youthful spirit, "I cut off his wealth, enough to make his heart feel like a knife It's been half a year."

Xi Ming pulled off the mask on his face and asked curiously: "It's only been half an hour, where have you been?"

Wei Jing took out a stack of bank notes from her pocket, and threw them on the table, "Exercise this son's right to be the future heir of the Marquis in advance."

Xi Ming raised his eyebrows.

It was the first time I heard someone talk about stealing money so refreshingly.

Wei Jing could see that he was arranging something in his mind, and shrugged indifferently, "My name is Shizi, and he is really Shizi. All the accounts that should go from me are here."

Xi Ming saw that Wei Jing's expression was a little gloomy, thinking that there was a big problem with Yang Anda's money source.

"Yang Anda and Wei Xiao's brother-in-law, Wu De, raised a child for a high-ranking official, and there were many murders."

Wei Jing said coldly: "I really want to cut off their flesh piece by piece to comfort those lonely souls who died in vain."

"It must be the kind of machete that cuts iron like mud."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was opened from the outside.

Wrapped in a heavy cloak, Wei Chu stood at the door sleepily.

"Your Majesty, you just said that you want... a machete?" Wei Chu's voice was still hoarse, and it sounded a bit indisputable.

Wei Jing was taken aback.

Not only because of what he heard and seen at this moment, but also because he only now understands what Xi Ming said before, the concept of the words that the concubine Shizi is very good at lightness kung fu.

Although he was startled by Wei Chu's sudden approach, to Wei Jing, the startle was just a blink of an eye.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated, and when he looked in the direction of Wei Chu's voice, he had already changed into his usual gentle expression, and he blurted out an appropriate explanation:

"Ah Ci, I mean sugar cake."

"...the kind of sugar cake with a lot of date paste."

Wei Chu let out an "ah" in surprise, thinking that he must have misheard because of his illness, went to sit on the couch to get the pillow he was used to sleeping on, and hurried back to the bedroom.

If it is not necessary, Wei Jing, who is not accompanied by her life, is rarely allowed to leave the bedroom by Princess Fuyang, but after all, there are always times when she cannot take care of her.

Wei Jing was alone in the rattan rocking chair in the bedroom, lying on it absent-mindedly, swinging back and forth.

The weather near the Chinese New Year is not as cold as before. The noon sun is warm and warm, pushing the loose snow hanging on the trees to the ground. With a "click", the birds on the treetops are frightened and fly away in an instant.

Wei Jing couldn't stand this kind of depression, so he stood up from the wicker chair, grabbed a cloak that was quite redundant for him and put it on his body as a disguise for sickness, then opened the bedroom door and walked out.

Once you decide to pretend to be a blind person, you must always be vigilant so that no one will catch you.

"My lord, why did you come out? It's so cold outside."

A Dai was squatting on the ground making a snowman, when she heard the movement behind her, she hurriedly brushed off the snow on her body, stood up quickly and walked towards Wei Jing.

If you want to say which courtyard servant in Nanhou's Mansion is the best, it has to be the Qingmu Pavilion where the prince is located.

All the supplies in the mansion can be provided by the eldest son first, and the servants who serve him are also used by the eldest princess as "only by eating and drinking well can they serve the eldest son", all expenses are higher than those in other courtyards. Much higher.

The eldest son is not very busy, so he is easy to take care of, so Adai and other servants in the courtyard are very grateful for Wei Jing's attitude, and their leisurely life is particularly nourishing.

Wei Jing cleared her throat, her face was unnatural: "Where is Shi Zifei?"

A Dai let out a long "oh", and replied with a smile: "The concubine Shizi is in the dining room, I will help the son over."

"...Then," Wei Jing nodded pretending to be reserved, "That's fine."

Being supported by A Dai, Wei Jing heard Wei Chu's helpless voice before he reached the door of the dining hall.

"If you rush to the case again, be careful that I won't play with you to throw branches later."

Is the Lantern Festival here?

Wei Jing waved his hand, motioning for A Dai to step back, and he wanted to go in by himself.

A Dai stuck out her tongue clearly, turned around and went back to the inner courtyard.

Wei Jing deliberately kept his footsteps light so that the people in the room could not notice his arrival. Even if Wei Chu was suspicious, he could use Yuan Xiao's barking all the time as the reason why Wei Chu didn't hear his footsteps.

With a "squeak", Wei Jing gently pushed the half-open door open.

Qing Juan's tall figure was busy in front of the stove with his head bowed, and he turned his head quickly when he heard the movement.

Seeing that it was Wei Jing who came in, Wei Chu couldn't help feeling a little nervous, "Your Majesty? Why are you up? It's cold outside, go back to the bedroom and rest."

"What rare thing are you doing? You have become so greedy for Yuanxiao?" Wei Jing asked with a smile.

Wei Chu didn't care whether Wei Jing could see it or not, he shook the cake in his hand that looked almost identical to Yuan Xiao, and replied with a smile, "Puppy Cake."

"It's wrapped in jujube paste," Wei Chu's nose and cheeks were covered with flour crumbs, and his eyes were slightly reddened by the steam, "there are a lot of them."

The author has something to say:

Yuanxiao: You are amazing, you are lofty, you are in love with me

Ah Chu: Do you want a machete that cuts iron like mud?

Shizi: I mean the candied cake with a lot of date paste.