has been married for three years, getting along day and night, and Song Wan'er is wholeheartedly on Zhao Feng'an, so although he is always pale, she can keenly feel the changes in his mood.

For example, at this moment, she asked him if the assassination was done by Qin Ying.

His expression did not change, but Song Wan'er clearly felt gloomy and gloomy emanating from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his lips tightened without a trace.

Zhao Feng'an was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Wan'er, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't interfere." ”

Song Wan'er's eyes were watery, her dark eyes seemed to be as clear as glass, and her tone was arrogant: "My husband was assassinated, how can it have nothing to do with me?" Tomorrow I will go to my father, his son-in-law has been assassinated, and I can't just leave it at that. ”

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng'an's face turned cold, and he refused without thinking about it, "No matter who it is, you don't need to participate." ”

In fact, he deliberately did not let Song Wan'er contact these things from the beginning, because he had always had the slightest illusion in his heart, if she had not been involved in the slightest, then when the whole thing was settled, maybe he and her would have some room to recover.

Seeing Song Wan'er's somewhat injured expression, Zhao Feng'an closed his eyes and said in a slow tone: "Wan'er, these are official matters, you haven't been involved before, and you won't want to do it in the future, understand?" ”

Song Wan'er thought that Zhao Feng'an had always been proud and didn't want to be protected by the royal family, she pursed her lips and didn't respond, but she still secretly made up her mind in her heart to go to the palace to find her father another day.

At this time, Jin Han knocked on the door from outside and asked, "The medicine of the horse is ready." ”

Song Wan'er hurriedly went and brought it over.

The bowl containing the medicine is a green jade bowl, and through the thin walls of the bowl, you can see the black liquid inside, and the mouth of the bowl is bubbling with white steam.

Zhao Feng'an remembered that there was a time before when Song Wan'er had a cold and a fever, and asked the imperial doctor to prescribe medicine. When she took the medicine, she was extremely reluctant, saying that the bowl containing the medicine was too ugly, and she couldn't drink it when she looked at it, so she changed several bowls, and finally replaced it with this green jade bowl to match her intentions, but she didn't think that she would stop drinking it after taking a sip, and said that it was too bitter.

At that time, he looked at her cheeks flushed with fever, and for a moment of annoyance, he took a sip of the medicine bowl and fed it into her mouth.

"Bong'an, drink." The soft and glutinous voice rejuvenated Zhao Feng's peace of mind, and he saw Song Wan'er scooping a spoonful of medicinal juice with a white jade spoon and raising it awkwardly to his mouth.

When he drank it, she scooped up another spoonful and blew carefully on her red lips.

The delicate princess with golden branches and jade leaves, how could she have ever done such a job of serving people?

Zhao Fengan stretched out his hand to take the bowl and take the medicine himself, but she was slightly sideways to dodge. Song Wan'er pretended to glare at him with disgust, and ordered in a coquettish voice: "You are injured, don't move, obediently drink this medicine." ”

Zhao Feng'an didn't move anymore, and let her blow the cold medicine spoonful by spoon to feed herself, but her eyes became deeper and deeper as she looked at her pursed red lips.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Song Wan'er leaned over, carefully wiped the medicine stains on his lips with a handkerchief, and asked with concern, "Isn't it bitter?" I asked Jin Han to bring the preserves...... Hmm"

Before she finished speaking, she had already been pulled by Zhao Feng'an's right hand on her arm, pulled hard towards him, and then kissed on the lips.

Afraid of touching Zhao Feng'an's injury, Song Wan'er didn't dare to move, so she could only let him grind and suck hard, and the bitter smell of medicine spread in the mouths of the two people.

After a long time, Zhao Feng'an slowly let go of the red lips that he had been thinking about for a long time just now, and left her lips slightly, the slightly chaotic breath was still blending, and he asked in a low voice, "Is it bitter?" ”

Song Wan'er bit her lip, looked at him hatefully, leaned up and bit him lightly on the lips, and complained coquettishly: "Why are you so bad, I won't give you candied fruit." ”

The corners of Zhao Feng'an's lips curved a rare arc, his thumb wiped her red lips, and said with a deep meaning: "I really don't need it." ”

Song Wan'er's face was ruddy and coquettish, her eyes were shining and she looked at him, and after a while, she leaned softly on his right shoulder, and her voice was soft: "Feng'an, I think you have been ...... to me recently." It's a lot better than the original, I'm very happy. ”

She leaned sweetly into the arms of her beloved, so she did not see the heavy shadow and loneliness that quickly fell in his eyes.

This time Zhao Fengan was injured, and Song Wan'er was obliged to take on all the trivial things to take care of him. Although she had never done anything like this, and was sometimes clumsy, she was obsessed with doing it herself.

Before going to bed, after Song Wan'er bathed herself, she wore a water-red thin silk shirt, with long black and shiny hair, rolled up her sleeves and wiped Zhao Feng'an's body with a wet cotton towel.

Zhao Feng'an's kung fu is not weak, and he will practice martial arts every morning, because although he is tall and thin in appearance, only Song Wan'er knows how smooth and tight the muscles on his body are under his clothes, and only she knows how powerful he is in some explosive moments.

Her cheeks were slightly pink, and she pursed her lips gently, carefully wiping them, for fear that too hard would hurt him.

Zhao Feng'an sat on the edge of the bed topless, looking at her focused solemn appearance with half-lowered eyes, and said helplessly: "Wan'er, I can do it myself......"

"No, no, no, you better not move, it will be bad if the wound is involved." Song Wan'er hurriedly pressed his shoulder and hurriedly said, "It'll be fine soon." ”

Zhao Feng'an's voice was slightly hoarse: "It's not that I can't move, you treat a child like this." ”

Song Wan'er was leaning over beside him, wiping his slimming waist, and said with a smug smile: "Are you saying that I will also be a good mother in the future?" ”

Her soft and smooth hair hung down and swept over his shoulder, Zhao Feng'an's face stiffened slightly, and the hair seemed to pierce his heart, and he paused for a long time without speaking.

Song Wan'er was just unintentional, and she didn't pay attention to Zhao Feng'an's changes, she finished wiping, breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully put on the middle coat for him, and when she was tying up the tie, she suddenly heard him say in a low voice: "Yes, Wan'er." ”

She reacted for a moment before realizing that he was answering her question just now, Song Wan'er raised her face and said with a smile, "I think so too, you will also be a good father." Then, she hesitated for a moment, and then said with some distress: "But, Feng'an, we have been married for three years, but I have not been ...... Do you think there will be any problems? ”

Zhao Feng'an looked at her delicate face distractedly, imagining a pink little doll, calling her mother and father, this scene is too desirable, and an unprecedented desire was born in his chest, and even suppressed the obsession for so many years.

He was a little annoyed, and he couldn't even remember why he had been manipulating her tea for the past three years. Yes, it was he who always thought that he and she would not have a good death, and that he had to avoid all fetters, including children, of course.

But he calculated everything, but he missed that he would not be able to let go.

"No, it won't." Zhao Feng'an clenched his hands, his finger joints were white, and his voice was hoarse but firm, "We will have children." ”

He lowered his head to kiss her bewitching red lips, and his right hand wrapped his arms around her thin waist and pressed hard against himself.

Hanging on him softly, let him kiss wantonly for a while, Song Wan'er sensed his intentions, and hurriedly pushed him gently, turned her head away to avoid his hot kiss, and said charmingly: "Are you still hurt......"

Zhao Feng'an still chased after her strongly, blocking her lips, indulging in entanglement and deep kisses, until he wanted to press her on the bed, the sharp pain of the wound being pulled made him pause, and a large cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Song Wan'er helped him lean against the head of the bed in a panic, and asked again and again if she wanted to call the doctor.

Zhao Feng'an held her soft hand, closed his eyes and endured the pain, before shaking his head to signal that it was okay, after a while, he didn't hear Song Wan'er make a sound, he opened his eyes, saw that her face was still with a delicate and ruddy color, stretched out a thin white finger and gently tapped the tip of his nose, pursed his lips and said with a smile: "It seems that Lord Zhao's heart still needs to be tempered, why is it so easy to be charmed by beauty?" ”

Zhao Feng'an was stunned for a moment, although she was an unintentional joke, but it seemed to ridicule his sore spot, he lowered his eyes, blocking the self-deprecating look in his eyes.

*

Zhao Feng'an's injuries this time were not light, and he had to recuperate in the house for a few days.

It's just that now that Qin Ying, the secretary of the ministry, has been imprisoned, all official affairs are counting on the waiter Zhao Feng'an, because although he is recuperating from his injuries in the mansion, the official affairs of the ministry, large and small, are still chased and sent to the princess's mansion.

Song Wan'er didn't want to see Zhao Feng'an's hard work, she was very displeased, but Zhao Feng'an insisted that she was fine, and only lay on the bed for a long time before getting up and going to the study to approve the official document, she had to accompany her, and from time to time she let him rest with coquettishness and disgust.

Therefore, in the next few days, Song Wan'er never left Zhao Feng'an's side, pouring tea and serving medicine very carefully.

Zhao Feng'an was also obedient, no matter how busy he was, as long as Song Wan'er's displeased eyes swept over, although he was expressionless, he immediately put down his business and took medicine and soup on time.

How could Song Wan'er not understand the changes in Zhao Feng'an? She was already very attentive to him, but now that he has a response, Song Wan'er is sweet in her heart, and she has the delicate demeanor of her little daughter, which often makes Zhao Feng'an unable to take her eyes off.

Three days went by in a flash.

In the early morning of the fourth day, the imperial doctor came on time to change the dressing for the horse, because Song Wan'er was afraid of blood, and Zhao Feng'an asked her to wait outside the bedroom as usual.

Jin Han brought tea over, and saw Song Wan'er sitting on the chair with her chin propped up, with a sweet smile on the corner of her lips, and couldn't help but smile and sighed: "Princess, the concubine has been different to you these days, and the slave is really happy for you." ”

Song Wan'er also raised her chin slightly and said with a smile: "I told you a long time ago, he has actually been very good, but he is colder." ”

Jin Han followed and said, "Yes, the princess knows the colt best." ”

"Of course!" Song Wan'er smiled brightly.

At this time, Huo Nian came in from outside, came over and whispered after saluting: "Princess, about the assassination of the concubine, I found some news. ”

Song Wan'er smiled and raised a pair of phoenix eyes to look at Huo Nian.

It turned out that Song Wan'er asked Wen Zheng to report to Dali Temple that day before investigating the assassination of the horse, she had already instructed Huo Nian to investigate it in private.

Although Dali Temple is a formal case-handling yamen, it is also a lengthy process and extremely inefficient, she does not count on Dali Temple, but she needs this formal procedure for follow-up disposal.

Huo Nian approached the princess and lowered his voice to pray: "I found out that Qin Ying's family does have four people, all of whom are martial arts masters. The four men listened to him and weed out dissidents for him. Especially in the past few years, many people are dissatisfied with him, and he will instruct these four people to operate secretly, or threaten, or simply kill people. The one who stabbed Qingyan that day was one of the same people, and he had already been caught by the horse. ”

Song Wan'er's brows gradually furrowed, she didn't expect Qin Ying to be so arrogant, and she didn't understand why her father could always tolerate Qin Ying's arrogant behavior.

"So these people were also responsible for the injury to the pony?"

"It's still uncertain, since Qin Ying was imprisoned, the other three have lost news and have not yet found out their whereabouts."

Song Wan'er pondered for a moment, then sneered and said, "Regardless of whether they stabbed the horse this time, Qin Ying deserves to die for the crime of raising a private killer." ”