The third prince, Wei Xuan, had just raised the curtain, and hadn't stepped inside yet, when he had a face-to-face meeting with Wen Ying inside.
He had a half-smile, "So it's Mrs. Song..."
Sixteen or seventeen-year-old children, who are still at the age of high school in modern times, were already able to marry wives in ancient times. He is not as tall as his father, but he is tall enough to look down at Wen Ying.
Wen Ying didn't seem to see the prejudice on his face, she paid all the courtesy, and said with a smile: "My husband and Xi'er went hunting together, if your highness wants to find it, you can go to the hunting ground."
She happened to be blocking the door, so he couldn't get in even if he wanted to. Wei Xuan glanced inside casually, and the tent was empty and tidy.
He was thinking about it, Wen Ying took another step forward, he couldn't help but let go of the curtain and backed away, keeping a distance from her.
"What is Mrs. Song doing?"
"I'm the only one in the tent now, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient to entertain the Third Highness."
He sneered, "Okay, since Mrs. Song doesn't welcome me, I'm not here to make fun of you, so I'll leave first."
"Wait a minute..." Seeing him take two steps, Wen Ying suddenly called out to stop him.
Wei Xuan hadn't gone far, it seemed impolite to ignore her, so he had to turn his head, "What are you doing?" He looked at her impatiently, but saw the person in front of him pursed his lips and smiled softly. Extraordinarily gentle and beautiful.
"Has Your Highness been teased by someone?" She walked behind him, and took off a note from there, with a pig's head making a grimace drawn on it.
Wei Xuan only felt soft fingers touch his back, and he walked away with one touch. His thoughts were still on his back, she had already handed over the paper.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, and when he saw it, he immediately became embarrassed, and said through gritted teeth: "Second brother must have done it, he just likes to play tricks on me!"
"It seems that you brothers have a good relationship." Wen Ying said with a smile, "If your Highness goes to the hunting ground, please be careful. The arrows have no eyes, so don't get hurt."
He was taken aback, "Why do you..."
Accompanying the driver to hunt several times, such words, he has always only heard from Concubine Shu, but not to him, but to the second brother.
He often thought that if his concubine mother hadn't died, he would be the same as his second brother. He didn't need to bother to win the attention of his father, as long as he lived recklessly under the care of his concubine mother.
Wen Ying smiled naturally: "I heard that Your Highness is familiar with Xi'er, since they are Xi'er's friends, I couldn't help but say something more, Your Highness, please don't think I'm long-winded."
Thinking of what she did to Song Xi, Wei Xuan wanted to say that she was being hypocritical, but she couldn't say anything with her gentle smile, so she could only give her a complicated look and left.
After he left, Wen Ying turned and went back to the tent.
The "Qiu Se" played by Xiao Shi let go of his hanging heart, but he wondered, isn't His Majesty inside? Why didn't the third prince find out
Wen Ying lowered the curtain, and the tent returned to semi-darkness again. She turned her head to look at Wei Lingheng: "Your Majesty is still leaving? It would be interesting if my son caught him right away."
It turned out that Wei Lingheng was standing next to the curtain!
He was sticking to the felt wall of the tent, and the third prince could only see the center piece at a glance, with blind spots on the left and right sides, and Wen Ying standing at the door narrowed his field of vision, even though his father was close He didn't even notice it was close at hand.
Wei Lingheng looked at her in displeasure, "You are so gentle with that kid, why did you treat me differently?"
"It's His Majesty who acts without scruples... Do you want me to accept it?" She turned her face away.
The previous atmosphere was obviously good, and Wei Lingheng even noticed her softening attitude, but when Wei Xuan came, she seemed to be reminded suddenly that besides the two of them, there are actually other people in this world. And the ethics they have to worry about.
The camp looked deserted, and most people went to the hunting grounds to watch the excitement. Therefore, Wei Lingheng wore a set of common clothes and went out inconspicuously. Even if some female family members saw the figure by chance, no one would recognize that it was the emperor who used to sit high on the dragon chair.
Only Wei Xuan stood in a hidden place in the gap between the tents, and was shocked to see the back of his father leaving in a hurry.
If he's not mistaken, father just came out of Song Zheng's tent...
What did that woman say just now
"Now I'm the only one in the account", so she's the only one!
He knew that the woman's words were not trustworthy, and if he hadn't had a good nose and smelled the dragon's birthday incense that was only found in the palace, he would not have doubts in his heart and wanted to find out.
Because he was thinking about something, he was unprepared, and someone bumped into him head-on.
"Wei Xuan? What's wrong with you?" The man's voice was crisp and surprised.
When he looked up, he found that the person in front of him was Song Xi who he was looking for.
Since the last trip to the imperial palace, the two of them had also had a few exchanges at the banquets held by various families. He was at the same age as Mu Shaoai, and he had a good impression of the intelligent and mature Song Xi.
At this moment, Wei Xuan's complexion was very bad, and he subconsciously asked her, "Where is Mr. Song?"
"Father and the others went hunting in the forest. I couldn't see it, so I wanted to go back and rest." She asked with concern, "You don't seem to be in a good condition. Did something happen?"
"I… "
He half-spoken a word perfunctorily, and suddenly a thought flashed through, what would Song Xi do if she knew what her stepmother had done
Because there are often bumps in hunting, there will always be imperial doctors following.
But this time the injured person included the Holy One, which immediately alerted all the imperial physicians to go to the hospital for diagnosis and treatment. It is said that when His Majesty was hunting a fox, it turned around and jumped up and startled the horse, and he was injured while taming the startled horse.
It stands to reason that when the princes and nobles hunted, they would starve the ferocious animals for several days, so that they could not compete with humans. But Wei Lingheng has never advocated this approach. He would rather release fewer prey, set up separate areas, and spend a little more manpower, so that people can choose according to ability, so as to identify truly capable people.
Therefore, although they were fully prepared, the fox's near-death blow still caused a little trouble for people.
When Wen Ying heard the news, she made a mistake with her needlework hand and stuck it on her finger, bleeding immediately. It attracted Song Zheng's suspicious look.
"...Your Majesty, are you okay?" she asked.
Song Zheng replied: "The injury is not serious, and the judge of the Supreme Hospital personally diagnosed and treated it. It should be fine."
"That's good..." She still looked a little absent-minded.
Song Zheng took one more look at her, and said: "This trip will be accompanied by Concubine Shu, and His Majesty will take care of her, so you can rest assured." He only thought that she was loyal and patriotic, so he was particularly worried about the monarch's injury.
Wen Ying reluctantly smiled and nodded. And Xiao Shi, who was standing by and serving, remembered all this scene in his heart.
Another day later, news came that His Majesty's injury had worsened.
Xiao Shi heard that Ying had been looking at the door, with a nervous and worried expression, so he whispered in her ear: "Madam, can you go see Your Majesty?"
Wen Ying was startled, then turned to look at her with a hesitant expression.
Of course she wanted to see her, what she was waiting for was this moment, when Xiao Shi observed her every move for Wei Lingheng, why didn't she send messages to her in turn
Xiao Shi didn't know, so he added to the fire, "It just so happened that a secret letter came from the capital, Mr. Song was discussing matters with Mrs. Sun, and the young lady went hunting with the noble girl again. It's just right! Don't worry about other issues, madam, I will leave it to you. It's up to me to solve it."
"Your Majesty's injury is really bad?"
"I heard from the chief manager that he has a fever." Xiao Shi paused and said, "I shouldn't have let Madam go and take the risk in vain, but His Majesty has a fever, and he was a little confused, and inadvertently called Madam's name." ... What the Chief Manager means is, I'm afraid someone will find out, so it's better to ask Madam to appease you."
Wen Ying tightened her grip on the bamboo basket, and nodded immediately.
Xiao Shi did not lie, whether it was the journey to the main tent, or after arriving at the main tent, he found that there was no one else guarding His Majesty except Wang Deyong, everything was arranged properly.
Wang Deyong saluted her, but she turned to avoid it.
"Madam is here!" He looked at the savior, and let out a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty just called your name in front of Concubine Shu, but the servant was frightened, so I can only excuse it as a cat's name." .”
Wen Ying didn't seem to hear his words clearly, she only cared about Wei Lingheng's injury, and quickly walked to the side of the bed, and touched his temperature with her hand.
It was indeed hot, she hurriedly asked: "Have you taken the medicine? It looks like you're sweating when you cover it with the quilt, and it's not good if you don't wipe it off. Why don't you use a towel to apply ice to your forehead? Didn't the imperial doctor tell you..." She As he spoke, he seemed to get angry, and glared at Wang Deyong.
Wang Deyong bowed his head in shame, and said in his heart, this aura is really no worse than that of Concubine Shu!
What His Majesty has taken a fancy to is really extraordinary.
"I'm just waiting for you to make up your mind." He unconsciously lowered his waist by two points, and in line with her words, he offered things one by one.
Wei Lingheng closed his eyes, not waking up, so Wen Ying could only carefully put the medicine into his mouth with a long tube, and folded a water-soaked towel on his forehead.
When it came time to wipe the sweat, she couldn't help but look at Wang Deyong.
But Wang Deyong stood motionless at the side, like a monk in meditation, she couldn't help but gritted her teeth, still picked up the soft cloth towel for wiping his body, unbuttoned his collar, and wiped his neck for him.
But in the middle of her rubbing, Shu Er was held by his hands.
"Pepe..." He seemed to wake up, and subconsciously called out, his voice hoarse.
When she heard him call that, her nose turned sore, and tears shed, "Changfeng."
Wei Lingheng turned his head to the side, but saw her lying on the bedside like the little girl he knew at first, looking at him eagerly, so worried.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, but she didn't resist. He chuckled in a hoarse voice: "It turns out that Pepe is willing to treat me tenderly when I am sick, but I have to look forward to being sick every day..."
Her eyes were watery, and when she heard his words, she immediately closed her mouth and glared at him, "If you get sick every day, I don't care if you die or not!"
That blunt anger revealed a lot of worry.
Wei Lingheng couldn't help shaking his chest, and laughed lowly.
His Peipei has always had such a temper, but the edges and corners were worn away by the Wen Song family, which made him feel distressed.
But she suddenly became alert, "...are you really sick?"
As soon as he woke up, he was sober, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was still in the mood to tease her. He didn't look like a sick patient with a fever. When she wiped it just now, she also found that although her body temperature was hot, it was not scorching hot.
Wei Lingheng and Wang Deyong looked at each other and gave him a warning look. Wen Ying showed an even more suspicious look.
Wei Lingheng was afraid that he wouldn't believe it, so he coughed twice before seriously saying to her: "I'm really sick, very serious, and I need Peipei to take care of me to get better..."
In Taifu Sun's tent, Taifu Sun and Song Zheng discussed how to deal with the military chaos, and at the same time laid out black and white chess pieces for a game.
The political affairs were almost discussed, and a game of chess was not over, so I started to gossip.
Sun Taifu looked at the sky outside, and joked: "I heard that Mr. Song has a beautiful wife who hasn't returned at this hour. Will she be punished? Why don't you admit defeat and go back."
When colleagues talk about their wives in the past, Song Zheng always thinks of his original wife, but today when Mrs. Sun mentioned it, he couldn't help but think of Wen Ying's embroidery under the lamp. Ups and downs, quiet and beautiful.
So, contrary to Taifu Sun's expectations, the Minister of the Ministry of War, Mr. Song, who has always been obsessed with winning or losing, dropped his chess pieces and stood up, saying: "That's fine."
He rubbed his ears for the old disrespect, expressing his surprise, then twirled his long beard, and muttered: "The old man also goes to see how Chang Feng's injury is recovering..."
Song Zheng's gesture of closing the chess pieces paused, "Changfeng?"
Seeing that he was puzzled, Sun Taifu suddenly realized that he had called the wrong name just now, but this is not a taboo, so he explained to him: "My lord Song doesn't know something. When your majesty was still the prince, I was the prince's tutor and gave lectures to your majesty. At that time, I took a word for His Majesty, and it was Changfeng."