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

As soon as Yang Anru said this, the atmosphere in the Juhe Hall became tense.

Even though Wei Jingdang wanted to deny her words, he was shocked by everyone's reaction.

The servants who were fighting openly and secretly to grab the dumplings during the banquet just now put down their chopsticks one after another, rolled up their sleeves as if ready to go, as if they were ready to rush to the seat at any time, snatch the weak and fainted prince into their hands, and then send them back immediately Go to the master bedroom of Qingmu Pavilion to recuperate.

Doctor Sikong, the mansion doctor, even turned over from the single table in front of him, and hurriedly ran towards Shizi's direction.

Wei Chu, who was closest to Wei Jing, swallowed half of the dumpling in his mouth in a hurry, put aside his tightly clenched chopsticks, and pressed him over.

He quickly and accurately hugged Wei Jing's head, regardless of Shizi's weak struggle, he could not help but press the person on the soft cushion beside the table, and ordered the people around him who gathered around him to say: "Spread out, let the outside air come in, so that Shizi can come in." Breathe easier."

"Ah Ci...I didn't..."

Wei Jing wanted to say something more, but Wei Chu pressed his fingertips on his lips, quite forcefully stopping him from speaking.

The short-lived cold temperature was fleeting, Wei Jing was only stunned for a while, and then her own imperial concubine poked the dumb acupoint with her finger, and lost the right to speak on the spot.

"Your Majesty, please keep your mouth shut and keep your strength." Wei Chu patted his arm reassuringly, and turned to look at Doctor Sikong who was running towards them.

Wei Jing: "..."

Princess Fuyang held her handkerchief and stood anxiously at the side of the low table, looking down, Xiuli's brows were tightly frowned, and the look of worry in her eyes was undiminished. Great contrast.

Yang Anda was naturally happy to watch Wei Jing's excitement, he only hated that the drama was in the way, so he couldn't cheer loudly.

Yang Anru, who cared about her elder brother, knelt obediently and sat beside her sister-in-law, not blocking Wei Jing from breathing fresh air, but also being able to see Wei Jing's situation clearly at the first time.

The feeling of being pillowed on the lap of her eldest concubine made Wei Jing feel in a good mood unexpectedly, so even her heartbeat became much faster.

"Hiss..." Doctor Sikong's hand resting on Wei Jing's pulse door trembled suddenly, and immediately looked at him in surprise.

How could Shizi's heartbeat be so fast?

Princess Fuyang was so frightened by his gulp of cold air that she clutched Zhennanhou's sleeves, "Doctor Sikong..."

Zhennanhou didn't want his wife to shed any more tears because of Wei Jing's affairs, so he asked first, "How is A Jing's situation?"

Wei Jing was worried that the doctor's words would directly affect her aunt's mood. She wanted to speak but was acupointed. She didn't dare to open the acupoint openly, so she could only reach out and cover Wei Chu's fingertips, motioning him to release the acupoint for her.

Seeing that his complexion was indeed much better than before, Wei Chu put his hands on his back, and unsettled Wei Jing's acupoints calmly.

Wei Jing, who was able to speak, hurriedly explained to the doctor, but did not let go of Wei Chu's hand during the period: "Doctor Sikong...I'm fine...Maybe I ate a little urgently, but in fact it's not..."

"How could it be all right?!" Yang Anru was only concerned about her fifth brother, and completely lost her correct judgment. She pointed to the teacup on Wei Jing's table and said loudly to Princess Fuyang again: "Mother! It's a disease, or... it's poisoned!"

Wei Jing just wanted Wei Chu to poke her a finger too.

He could naturally distinguish whether there was poison in the teacup, but if he admitted that he had become like this because he made a dumpling for the imperial concubine, it would make him feel more embarrassed than a sudden illness during the banquet.

However, Princess Fuyang asked Wei Chudao again: "Ah Ci, when did you notice that Ah Jing's expression was not quite right?"

"...Probably..." Wei Chu tried hard to think back, "When the prince made a dumpling for the child."

Wei Jing wanted to get into the cracks in the ground on the spot, interrupted Wei Chu awkwardly, and said to Princess Fuyang: "Mother, mother, then... maybe I'm sick, and it has nothing to do with dumplings."

Yang Anru seemed desperate to throw the face of her fifth brother on the ground and trampled on it crazily. Seeing this, she pointed at Wei Jing's ears again, and raised her head to call Doctor Sikong: "Oops! Fifth brother's ears are turning red. ! Thinking about it, the disease will definitely not be simple!"

The sentence "You can shut up" that Wei Jing didn't have time to say was predicted by the aunt's heart. She held back her anger and said to Yang Anru who pushed Wei Jing into an embarrassing situation step by step: "Go back to your seat!"

After saying that, Princess Fuyang quickly changed into her usual amiable appearance, raised her hand to signal Wei Chu to help Wei Jing sit up, and said: "Everyone, continue to eat, don't be too restrained in this New Year's Eve."

After reassuring His Highness the Eldest Princess that the son's condition is fine, Doctor Sikong twitched his beard and sat back in the banquet where the maid refilled the soup.

Everyone also returned to their seats, enjoying the extremely rare visual feast.

Suddenly, a rather dull and depressing sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard, and the ups and downs were full of the sound of fighting.

Wei Jing could hear it clearly, and couldn't help looking for the remaining gold leaves on her plate for Wei Chu more leisurely, just waiting for the Jingji Wei outside to break into the hall unstoppably.

"Who is coming?"

Marquis of Zhennan is very skilled in martial arts, although he is old, he still hears clearly.

Before the people at the banquet could react, he had already narrowed his eyes and looked out the door coldly.

"Marquis of Zhennan, Jingjiwei handles the case."

As soon as Zhennanhou finished speaking, everyone in the hall greeted the response from the outside.

"Pass down the sage's oral order, and immediately bring Yang Anda, the Marquis of Zhennan, into the palace to have an audience."

But among the dignitaries living in the capital, there is not a single person who does not know the significance of the existence of the Jingjiwei.

Once Jingjiwei is dispatched, the premise must be that the crime has already been confirmed.

"Fuyang..."

Zhennanhou naturally couldn't stand it anymore, but he also understood that the crime of obstructing Jingjiwei's mission was not something his entire Zhennanhou's mansion could bear.

But Fuyang is the Holy One's closest relative and younger sister, no matter when, he will show mercy to Fuyang's children.

As a father, Zhennan Hou's nervousness towards Yang Anda at this time can be regarded as an expression of his true feelings.

He has four sons and one daughter, except for Yang Anda, the three sons are dull in nature, it is really difficult to become a master,

He originally thought that after Wei Jing died of serious illness, he would have a legitimate reason to support Yang Anda to become the heir of the Hou family.

But if these crimes committed by Yang Anda were really dealt with seriously by the Holy Majesty, there would be no successors for their Zhennanhou Mansion.

Seeing that Princess Fuyang didn't make a sound, Marquis Zhennan became a little anxious, and he reminded again in a deep voice, "Fuyang."

Princess Fuyang didn't look surprised, she looked at Yang Anda very calmly, and asked, "What did you do?"

When she asked like this, it was obvious that she already knew the truth, and she was just waiting for Yang Anda to tell it.

If he still has a sliver of conscience and can admit his crimes, even if he is made a pig by the emperor's brother, she, as a mother, would be willing to raise him for the rest of his life.

But Princess Fuyang knew her son well, and insisted that he would not speak out about this unspeakable crime.

Sure enough, Yang Anda groaned for a long time, but he didn't dare to tell the truth to the people in the Hou Mansion.

After all, private child molestation is despised by people in Beiyu, it is a felony that everyone can punish.

He dared not speak.

And he didn't believe that the stable pattern he had formed over the years could suddenly become like this without even a sign.

Princess Fuyang's eyes were full of pity: "Anda, just think that I gave birth to you in October, and I have done a great crime."

"Fuyang! That's our child!" Zhennan Hou's voice already trembled.

"Mother! Mother, I didn't! I was wronged! Mother save me! Mother help me to plead with His Majesty!"

Yang Anda was frightened into a puddle long ago, and was dragged all the way by Jingjiwei, who clasped his shoulders tightly, and could only turn his head back to Princess Fuyang and kept crying, "Mother, uncle won't kill me, right? Mother save me!"

The hoarse yelling gradually faded away, and Zhennan Hou suddenly slumped on the ground, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Wei Jing put the empty teacup upside down on the low table, with a subtle and indifferent smile on the corner of her lips.

***

The days after the new year are getting longer and longer.

Halfway through the unitary hour, the afterglow is faint.

Wei Chu was lying on the couch teasing Zhong Yuanxiao, who was not very active these days, with a deep smile in his eyes.

"Bee... blah blah..."

Zhong Yuanxiao's belly was plump, and she seemed to be a bit bigger than Da Yuanxiao.

It is very lazy, never likes to stand up and walk, climb when it can crawl, and lie down when it can lie down. Before that, Wei Chu even thought that its legs were disabled. After verification, it turned out that it was just pure laziness.

"What's the matter? Are you still satisfied after eating?"

Wei Chu lightly poked its soft ears, his slender fingers dangled in front of Zhong Yuanxiao's eyes, and then pointed at Da Yuanxiao who was running wildly on the ground, "Look at how hardworking your brother is, don't want to Go down and play with it?"

"Hey~"

Zhong Yuanxiao seemed a little dissatisfied, and grunted and held Wei Chu's fingertips, as if to stop him from continuing to criticize himself.

"You are really clever."

Wei Chu bowed his head and kissed its full round forehead, and was about to pinch its small ears again, but his expression suddenly froze.

The sharp blade pierced the lonely night, and there was a faint sound of clanging.

The assassination of the eldest son of Zhennanhou's Mansion is not a rare thing, but the reputation of the Shadow Guards has been spread far and wide for many years. feel surprised.

Wei Chu is well aware of the strength of the shadow guards in the Zhennanhou Mansion, but after all Wei Jing is sleeping peacefully next door, so he can't stand by and watch this situation.

What's more, he hasn't done anything for a long time.

The shadow guards ambushing around Qingmu Pavilion have already started fighting with the visitors.

The complicated dress on his body was very obstructive, Wei Chu could only hold the hem of the skirt with one hand as much as possible, opened the bedroom door, turned over and jumped onto the roof.

The sharp dark darts that came through the sky were reflected in the black pupils.

Just by hearing the sound, you can tell that the strength and castration of the dartman are top-notch, which made Wei Chu unable to react for a while.

When he realized that the dark dart was approaching, Wei Chu had no time to draw his sword to block it, so he could only dodge sideways.

Before he could stand firmly on the eaves, another hidden weapon was thrown from the direction he avoided.

Wave after wave, Wei Chu had no choice but to take the risk, so he raised his hand to catch an extraordinary dark dart.

Hearing the sound of "铛", the tiger's mouth, which had faded from all blood, was numb from the shock, and even the joints tingled uncontrollably.

Wei Chu shook his hands, unavoidably shocked that there would be such a master in Beiyu's territory.

He must not be kept.

The crimson pendant hanging on the earlobe made people feel deeply irritated. Wei Chu raised his hand to take it off, stuffed it into his bosom, and rubbed the dark dart in his hand carefully, and then exhausted [-]% of the strength on his wrist , and threw it towards the location where he had already discovered that the assassin was hiding——

The sharp blade pierced, the flesh was torn, and the chaotic blood raged wantonly.

The dark dart is used quite well, but the lightness kung fu is really lame.

Ge Wu dealt with the next two assassins who were not good at wielding hidden weapons. He didn't care to shake off the blood on the sword, and rushed to Wei Chu's side: "Shi Zifei, how is your injury? You need to go to the government hospital Invite Doctor Sifang here?"

Wei Chu shook his head, and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, I'll go and see the prince, and you can tell the characteristics of the assassin..."

At this point, Wei Chu's voice stopped abruptly.

He saw the surprised expression in Ge Wu's eyes, and couldn't help thinking that he had accidentally missed his instinct, which aroused Wei Jing's suspicion.

"Shizifei... As expected of being born in the general family, then the subordinate will retire first."

Ge Wu's admiration remained undiminished, Chaowei Chuwei clasped his fists, bent over to pick up the assassin's body, and then leaped away into the night.

Wei Chu's Adam's apple that was pressed under the human|skin|mask|mask rolled slightly, and then he sighed softly and jumped down the eaves quietly.

When he heard the movement from the door of the bedroom, Wei Jing had just come back from the window of the bathroom in the bedroom, and he was still wearing his night clothes.

In desperation, he could only jump on the bed quickly, get into the quilt and lie down with his clothes on, pretending to be asleep.

Wei Chu stepped into the threshold softly, his steps seemed to be a little staggering.

Hearing that Wei Jing's breathing was even, he was finally relieved, and walked to the side of the bed slowly.

Wei Chu slowly bent down, as if he was confirming something. After a long time, he lifted his tightly clenched right hand from his side, trembling slightly, and then carefully placed it on Wei Jing's cool forehead.

Wei Jing, who didn't know the facts, naturally felt that Wei Chu's behavior was a little weird, but being touched by that hand was surprisingly comfortable.

He got very close.

It was so close that Wei Jing lost his breath and sense of proportion.

This person will not harm himself.

Wei Jing thought to herself.

The head lying on the pillow was lifted gently by someone, and then there was a sound of beads colliding.

Wei Jing slowed down her breathing.

I saw Wei Chu standing on the edge of the bed, looking down for a long time, then slowly clasped his hands together, and said in a hoarse voice:

"May the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of the ten directions bless Ah Jing with good fortune and good health."

As soon as the words were finished, Wei Chu suddenly coughed uncontrollably, frowning hurriedly, turned around and left Wei Jing's bedroom in a hurry.

The door to the bedroom next door was opened and then gently closed.

After confirming that there was no sound of opening and closing the door, Wei Jing sat up from the quilt.

He took out the fire folder in his arms, and held it in front of him curiously.

The warm light of the fire reflected on the bead string around the neck that rattled whenever it moved.

Wei Jing's breathing was slightly stagnant, and even his expression softened a lot.

But before his eyes overflowed with tenderness, his eyes suddenly froze——

On the white and smooth Tridacna necklace, there was a stain of bright red blood that had been rubbed off.

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