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

Wei Jing couldn't take the necklace to the next door to ask Wei Chu about the origin of the blood.

After all, in Wei Chu's cognition, he is still a blind person. If he tells the truth to Wei Chu in this way, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be heard by Adai and others, and it will be more dangerous if one more person knows.

I'm afraid it will bring more serious disasters to the Hou Mansion in the future.

This time, he sent Yang Anda and the household minister who was rich in private pockets to the prison, which undoubtedly broke the prince's right and left arm, and cut off his two extremely important sources of income.

Judging from Wei Xiao's nature of vengeance, even if he didn't know that Wei Jing caused it, he would probably send secret guards to the house to assassinate him again because he wanted to vent his anger.

It's not even guaranteed that it will be these two days.

He just waited for Wei Chu and others to be sent away from the Qingmu Pavilion tomorrow, and then he would call the guards from afar, and he would find out after asking.

Adai and the other servants in the courtyard had already returned to their rooms to sleep after making sure that Wei Jing was safe and sound, so Wei Chu's movements were extra cautious, very worried about waking them up.

What's more, waking them up will not only affect their rest, but also find several wounds on his body that are too late to cover; and even if he hides his identity, Wei Chu is unwilling to let the shadow guards in the courtyard know that he was injured , so that if the truth is exposed in the future, they will think that he, a shadow guard who was born in the death camp, is really useless.

Wei Chu wet the cloth towel and slowly wiped away the dried blood stains on the tiger's mouth. Thinking of his future, he inevitably fell into deep confusion.

"Boom, boom!" "Boom, boom!"

In the distance, the bang of the second watch's clapper was vaguely heard.

Wei Chu folded the washed cloth towel, changed into pajamas, and lay down in the quilt.

Unable to sleep peacefully, Wei Chu could only think about Wei Jing's condition absent-mindedly.

I heard that apart from giant clams, gold and silver can also drive away evil spirits. If the gold and silver are shaped into auspicious beasts, will it improve Wei Jing's luck?

But having said that, in fact, Wei Chu fully understands that all he did was probably seeking a comfort in his heart. In the final analysis, he needed a doctor to save Wei Jing.

But he still couldn't help it, and still wanted to do his meager strength.

Wei Chu is a dead man who has recognized his master. No matter when, the only master who is loyal to him is Wei Jing.

And the reason why he was so devoted to Wei Jing started 15 years ago.

^^^

Wei Chu remembers his memories of the past ten years or so clearly.

Except for the day and night fighting, there is only the comforting thoughts in my heart.

But as for the beginning, he couldn't remember it at all, and no matter how hard he tried to recall, Wei Chu could only vaguely remember the first time he had an impression of this world——

While drowsy, his whole nostrils were filled with an unavoidable sweet aroma.

The rich and fragrant smell can induce people to take two more breaths involuntarily, until they completely faint and completely forget the past before they can wake up.

Wei Chu is a child who is not yet four years old, and he has very little memory about his parents. After being fainted by the incense, he opened his eyes again, and he was already a complete puppet.

Wei Chu, who is alone, has no ability to distinguish right from wrong, let alone the right to struggle and escape.

He was ordered by Ren Yazi, curled up his thin shoulders in fear, and knelt and begged alone in the cold street corner. Looking from a distance, he was a small one, not much bigger than a stray dog ​​squatting in the corner and gnawing bones.

It was also at that time that Wei Chu, who was almost frozen to death in the snowstorm, was able to see the dawn breaking through the clouds in his dark life.

Kneeling on the bluestone slab, Wei Chu hung his head, sniffing constantly from the cold, and could only try his best to feel the faint sunlight shining on his body.

Suddenly, a figure with a strong sense of oppression stood beside his knee, almost trampled over his small bowl.

"Do you have a mother?"

A hoarse and pitiful childish voice came, Wei Chu held the small bowl he picked up from the ground in a hurry, raised his head in confusion, knelt on the ground and looked back at the pair of red and swollen black eyes, bit his lip and shook his head for a long while :"No."

"Little master, it's time for us to go home."

As soon as the tall man holding the child opened his mouth, Wei Chu was so frightened that he curled up against the wall again and again.

The childish boy insisted on reaching out to pull Wei Chu's wrist, tears streaming down his face, "Will you stay with me from now on?"

Trembling, Wei Chu raised five dirty and black fingers, "They said... five taels of silver."

Before the child could speak, the tall man holding him pulled out a sharp knife from the back of his waist, and stabbed the heart of Yazi, who was not far away and threatened the kneeling beggar with his eyes.

After the panic, Wei Chu grabbed the man's clothes step by step, arm in arm with the child who insisted on walking on the ground, and timidly stepped into the gate of Zhennan Hou's mansion that was about to imprison him for the rest of his life.

"My name is Wei Jing, you must always be nice to me." The childish child with a sick face finished his sentence weakly, and then completely fainted in the man's arms.

As soon as he entered the mansion, Wei Chu was taken by another man to the camp of dead soldiers, and he began a very difficult training without any explanation.

To Wei Chu, being rescued and still having food to eat is already an incomparably good day, but how does he know that he is in a horrible hell that he should not have stepped into.

He only knew from Deputy Commander Mo's order that they all existed to protect the crown prince, and he only longed for his reunion with Wei Jing in the day-to-day training.

Knowing that all the shadow guards in the Hou's mansion can have their own names, Wei Chu, who is only a dead soldier, gave himself a name in his heart.

On weekdays, he was very unfamiliar with the "parents" mentioned by those dead men, and even a little envious. Everyone once had their own parents and family members, but he didn't.

Only when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he could hear a gentle woman calling him "Achu" in a trance.

But when he woke up again, he was still a lonely dead man alone.

And Wei Chu's miss, in this rather long 15 years, has been Wei Jing from beginning to end.

However, he didn't know that the sick and torn child was finally attacked by a high fever, and after recovering from the illness, he completely forgot everything.

Including the voice and smile of his mother, Empress Mu.

^^^

"Boom—boom, boom, boom!" "It's freezing cold—!"

One slow and three fast, four watch days.

The sound of knocking on the clapper pulled Wei Chu out of his intermittent memories.

Wei Chu coughed lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Before the sky was bright, there were servants walking back and forth in the courtyard who got up in the morning to prepare meals.

Wei Chu didn't sleep well, so he simply got up to wash up, and then went into Wei Jing's bedroom.

It was Wei Jing hugging the quilt, sitting on the bed in a daze.

Wei Chu greeted him, and did not delay making tea in his hands: "Why did your son wake up so early?"

Wei Jing hurriedly rolled up a quilt, stood in front of her, swallowed and said, "Sleep...after sleeping well, I will wake up naturally..."

Seeing the giant clam necklace on Wei Jing's neck, Wei Chu pursed his lips slightly to suppress the nervousness in his heart.

He didn't take it off.

When he looked up again, Wei Chu suddenly felt flustered.

Why is there a pool of blood on it?

Could it be that when he put Wei Jing's necklace on last night, he used his left hand by mistake?

Wei Chu hurriedly stepped forward, reaching out his hand to wipe off the condensed blood on the bead string, but Wei Jing grasped his wrist accurately.

"Ah Ci."

Wei Chu looked into his eyes in surprise.

Wei Jing pinched his thin fingertips calmly, pressed them against her neck, and said with a smile, "Did you give it to me? Although I can't see the appearance, I like it very much."

"As long as the son likes it."

The tips of Wei Chu's ears were slightly red, and Wei Jing's heart was turned again when he saw it, and he hurriedly looked away, not daring to look again.

Finding that Wei Jing seemed to like receiving gifts, Wei Chu suddenly remembered another gift he had bought for him before.

"Wait a minute, son, I'll go get something from the cabinet."

Wei Chu pressed Wei Jing's hand holding his fingertips, turned around and walked towards the cabinet.

Wei Jing gave an active "hmm", and immediately looked forward to it with excitement.

However, when Wei Chu took out the neatly folded clothes from the cabinet, Wei Jing was stunned.

It was... a thick cotton gown that was red all over, with a hint of pink, and peonies embroidered with gold thread.

Wei Xiaoshi, who was pretending to be blind, couldn't speak, and he didn't even dare to show any strange color on his face. He even reached out to touch the peony flower on the clothes, and asked Wei Chu with a smile: "Ah Ci, what is this?" What is embroidered on it? Touching the dog's head that looks a bit like Yuanxiao?"

Yuan Xiao, who was strolling back and forth in the courtyard, heard Wei Jing mentioning her name, quickly ran into the bedroom, and jumped towards Wei Jing's knees twice, humming unhappily in her throat, as if she was addressing her. Wei Jing had new clothes to wear, but the fact that she didn't have aroused strong dissatisfaction.

Just when Wei Chu didn't know how to persuade him to put on the clothes full of blessings, Yang Anru walked in from outside with a smile: "Sister-in-law, mother asked us to accompany her back to the Princess's mansion today."

Seeing that her sister-in-law was carrying a festive dress, as if she wanted to change it for Brother Wu, she couldn't help but started to do Wei Jing a disservice again.

"Fifth brother, this dress is black, with cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on it, so pretty." Yang Anru, who didn't even bother to drink a cup of tea, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "Hurry up and change it, don't worry about it." Let sister-in-law think you don't like it."

Wei Jing, who had clearly memorized the number of peony petals on the skirt, was speechless: "..."

This younger sister can get along, but she is really lying when something happens.

Wei Xiaoshizi was forced to put on a bright red cotton robe and a warm cloak, and sat in a chair, completely looking like he had no dreams.

"Fifth brother, why is your complexion a little pale?" Yang Anru leaned over, looked at Wei Jing's face carefully, and suggested, "I'll ask Doctor Sikong to come over and give you a consultation?"

Wei Jing held the string of beads and thought over and over all night, naturally her complexion was not very good.

Even after wearing the festive pink peony robe, her pale face did not soften a bit.

Seeing that Yang Anru was about to rush out of Qingmu Pavilion in a hurry, Wei Jing hurriedly stopped her before she raised her leg: "At the fifth watch, there were a lot of birds chirping outside, I woke up earlier, and my face was not good. That's why."

Yang Anru was relieved, sat back to his original position, and sighed after a while.

"These days, my mother has been hiding in the room and crying secretly, her eyes are swollen."

Yang Anru's eyes are also swollen, but she has always been lenient, and she doesn't have such deep feelings for Yang Anda, who has done all kinds of evil things. After being summoned by the courtyard, Yang Anru was moved by her mother's haggard appearance and shed a few tears.

Wei Chu's inner strength was deep, and seeing her eyes swelled badly, he leaned over and took a handful of clean snow from the back of the snowman he made for Yuanxiao, held it in his palm, and heated it up quickly. After the cold snow water melted, he Transforming the internal force into cold force, the cold snow water turned into square ice cubes in the blink of an eye.

Wei Chu took out the veil from his bosom, wrapped it in ice, and handed it to Yang Anru, saying in a warm voice, "Anru, press this on the eyelids, it will be much more comfortable."

In the past, when they were wounded and their wounds were edematous, the dead soldiers in the camp did not want to use the golden sore medicine that would cause severe pain, so they used these methods to suppress the burning and stinging pain from the wound, and the effect was remarkable.

"Sister-in-law, how many surprises do you have that my fifth brother and I don't know?" Yang Anru held a handkerchief between his eyebrows and looked at Wei Chudao happily.

Wei Jing, who was robbed of the conversation, had complicated thoughts and lowered her head depressedly.

***

Wei Chu followed Yang Anru to Kejing Pavilion, and after leaving, the courtyard of Qingmu Pavilion suddenly became much quieter.

After confirming the surrounding environment again and again, Wei Jing called out in the direction of the courtyard: "Ge Wu."

Hearing Wei Jing's voice, Ge Wu, who was on duty today, quickly appeared from his hiding place outside the courtyard, stood in front of Wei Jing, nodded and said: "Little master."

"In the past few days, the mansion is still peaceful?" Wei Jing played a weak and sickly appearance to ten percent, and did not make Ge Wu and others feel suspicious of him at all.

Ge Wu is well aware of how fragile Wei Jing's body is, but if there is a slight disturbance, the first one to fall in the Hou's mansion is probably only their delicate son.

Knowing the consequences, how dare Ge Wu tell Wei Jing the truth so easily.

"Little master, please rest assured that there have been no assassins coming recently." Ge Wulue clasped his fists and lowered his head as he replied.

Wei Jing can naturally get her own judgment from Ge Wu's expression.

But he couldn't force him to ask anything, so he could only change the question he wanted to know the answer to.

"By the way... I have one more thing... I want to hear your thoughts." Wei Jing's unnatural expression revealed his state of mind.

Seeing this, Ge Wu understood, helped Wei Jing back to the table in the bedroom and sat down, poured him a cup of hot tea and handed it to him: "Please tell me, little master."

The shadow guards in the Hou's mansion are different from the dead men. Not only can they take turns to rest, but they can also marry wives and have children. They can even get a huge salary that is enough to spend the rest of their lives and leave Zhennan Hou's mansion after they turn 25. live.

Therefore, Wei Jing had doubts about this aspect, and immediately came to ask Ge Wu, who communicated with him a lot on weekdays.

"If your heart beats uncontrollably faster every time you see someone, then this feeling..."

"Of course I like it."

It was rare for Ge Wu to see Wei Jing so full of energy that he became in a good mood, and his tone of voice when answering questions was very brisk.

"This Longjing tea and Hupao water," Wei Jing cleared her throat, not wanting Ge Wu to feel too impatient, so she pretended to focus on the new tea in the cup, and praised, "It's a perfect match. "

Ge Wu raised his eyebrows unobtrusively, suppressed the emotions he knew in his heart, and responded to Wei Jing: "The concubine Shizi made it herself, she must have put her heart into it."

Hearing him say Wei Chu, Wei Jing, who was already a little flustered, flicked her fingers, and the not-so-full hot tea spilled out of the cup, soaking the pink peony robe she was wearing.

"Little master, isn't it hot?"

Ge Wu quickly took the cup from Wei Jing's hand, put it on the low table beside him, and comforted him, "Little master, please speak slowly if you have anything to say, don't rush it, or you may hurt your body."

Wei Jing quickly shook her head and denied: "It's not about me, but a close friend of mine. He seems to have fallen in love with a girl."

"Uh, little master, the bosom friend you mentioned..." Ge Wu asked his own question in a timely manner: "...is it you?"

Hearing this, Wei Jing was furious, "Nonsense! How could it be me?!"

Except for seldom seeing Shizi alive and kicking, what Ge Wu seldom sees is Shizi who has an indignant expression at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Ge Wu couldn't help but disbelieve the words of the ancestor, and immediately persuaded him nicely, "Well, well, well, it's not the little master, it's your best friend."

After all, if Wei Jing was really so angry that he vomited blood, or fainted in embarrassment, Her Royal Highness would definitely ask Xi Ming to peel off his skin, roll it into a ball, and then take it to the Cuju field Add fun to the youth of Beiyu.

Wei Jing's face turned pale when he heard him change the subject.

Ge Wu continued: "Little master, let us now assume that you are your best friend, and the girl your best friend fell in love with is the Crown Princess."

The Shadow Guard of Zhennanhou's Mansion fights for a quick thinking.

Sure enough, as soon as Ge Wu said this, Wei Jing's face became much rosier because of the excitement.

He finally found a good excuse.

Wei Jing straightened his collar in satisfaction, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch the golden and red peonies embroidered on the front:

"...Then I... just treat myself as my best friend for a while, and listen to me... tell me in detail..."

Ge Wu: "..."

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Ge Wu: The son of the world has no friends, how to solve it

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