Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Feng Shuwan has returned to the imperial capital with the little girl and Lin Bao.
Wei Zhuang stayed in the government office and continued to handle official duties.
It's evening.
Wei Zhuang yawned sleepily in the bedroom, closed his documents and prepared to go to bed. As soon as he got into bed, he saw a figure standing upright outside the door.
"Oh." He sighed helplessly and shouted to the door: "Xiao Han, it's late at night and you should go to bed, right?"
The figure outside the door moved and replied in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, when the humble duty came, Zhuge Youxiang once told him to protect the emperor at all times."
Wei Zhuang smiled bitterly and said, "Your professionalism is worthy of praise, but you can't help but take a rest, right?"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child and have practiced internal skills. I can stay up for a long time!"
"Are you sure you are practicing martial arts and not magic?"
"Your Majesty, my humble position is that of a military commander, not a Taoist priest."
"No matter who you are, I order you to go to bed immediately."
Outside the door, Han Jun hesitated for a moment, swallowed his words, turned around and entered the next room.
Han Jun was selected by Zhuge Mu and Xu Shiyou to protect Wei Zhuang personally.
However, this guy didn't seem to fully understand the meaning of personal protection. When he first arrived, even Wei Zhuang Chugong had to follow him.
After explaining to him for a while, he relaxed a little.
When Wei Zhuang saw him leaving, he let out a long breath.
He lay flat on the bed, stretched out comfortably, closed his eyes, and prepared to welcome sleep.
Suddenly...bang!
The huge sound of the door opening made Wei Zhuang's heart tremble, and he heard Han Jun's angry shouts from outside the hospital.
"Bold thief, you will die!"
As soon as the words fell, there was the sound of swords fighting.
Wei Zhuang quickly put on his clothes, opened the window and took a look outside.
In the yard, Han Jun was fighting with a man in black.
Little wife?
Wei Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then helplessly covered his forehead and shouted: "Stop fighting, stop it."
Han Jun responded: "Your Majesty, close the window. I will be able to capture this thief immediately!"
Wei Zhuang had a dark look on his face and shouted to the other side: "Little madam, stop it!"
The young woman said coldly: "You see clearly, it is your men who have been attacking me."
"Han Jun, stop immediately, this is an order!"
Upon hearing this, Han Jun immediately did a backflip and stood in front of the window, then stared at the opposite side warily.
The little woman also sheathed her sword, reached out and pulled down her mask, and stared at Wei Zhuang coldly.
"Your bodyguard's martial arts are pretty good."
"Haha, I thank you on behalf of Xiao Han."
"I have something to do with you."
"We'll talk tomorrow if we have anything to do. It's time for us to rest now." Wei Zhuang said with a yawn.
The little woman didn't say anything, just stared at Wei Zhuang.
Wei Zhuang was a little confused and said helplessly: "If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly."
"I want to talk to you alone." The little woman said with a frown.
"Don't even think about it!" Han Jun immediately pulled out his sword, "Evil thief, you are just wishful thinking."
"Let's go then." Wei Zhuang walked out of the bedroom and said to the young woman casually.
Han Jun was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes, and said anxiously, "Your Majesty, hurry back to the house, be careful of sneak attacks by evil thieves!"
"Okay, Xiao Han." Wei Zhuang waved to him, "You go to rest first, I will be back in a while."
After saying that, he and his wife went out.
Han Jun was left alone in the hospital thinking about life.
In a deserted alley.
Wei Zhuang and the young lady stood opposite each other.
"Tell me, what are you going to do?" Wei Zhuang asked.
The young lady didn't answer, but asked abruptly: "Is this your first time coming to Jing'an Mansion?"
Wei Zhuang frowned, not understanding the meaning of the question. He thought for a while and answered truthfully: "This is the first time I have been to Jing'an as long as I can remember."
"At what age did you start remembering things?"
"three years ago."
"..." The little woman stared at him indifferently without speaking.
Wei Zhuang scratched his head, he was telling the truth. Because his memory started when he traveled to this world. He was still the prince at that time, and Feng Shuwan happened to marry him.
"For some reason, I can't remember what happened so early, but I do have a familiar feeling when I come to Jing'an Mansion. I must have been here before." Wei Zhuang said vaguely.
Only then did the young woman look away, turned sideways and said in a low voice: "My parents passed away when I was seven years old, and I have been begging in Jing'an Mansion since then. One day, another group of old beggars discovered me, and they took me I was caught in an alley and asked to take off my clothes."
Wei Zhuang was stunned and looked at her with some sympathy.
The little woman said: "I didn't know martial arts at that time, and I didn't have much strength. I was very scared." At this point, she stopped.
"You were given by them..." Wei Zhuang asked cautiously
The little woman shook her head, "No."
Wei Zhuang frowned, "Um, I didn't understand. What happened in the middle?"
The little lady was silent again, and suddenly jumped to another topic.
She said: "When I was eight years old, a man named Lin Jianghe adopted me."
"Lin Jianghe?"
"Well, that's the one you killed."
"Are you his goddaughter?"
"No, he also adopted many children. We are just killers he trained since childhood."
Wei Zhuang was secretly shocked after hearing this.
Lin Jianghe really put a lot of effort into adopting these seven or eight-year-old children, and they would be of an age to be used when doing things in the future.
"So, you came to kill me to avenge Lin Jianghe?" Wei Zhuang asked her.
"Yes." The little woman nodded, "I know that he adopted me so that I could kill people, but no matter what, he is the one who allows me to live until now."
In the night, there was a sudden flash of silver light, and the little woman put the knife on Wei Zhuang's neck.
Her eyes were cold, "So, I must avenge him."
Killing intent permeated Wei Zhuang's body, and his heart trembled suddenly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a cold light.
bass!
The blade cuts across...
The air around him was a little solid.
Wei Zhuang opened his eyes and saw a strand of his black hair falling in mid-air.
The little woman sheathed her sword with a cold expression.
"What are you..." Wei Zhuang didn't understand.
The little woman glanced at him and said, "You saved me in the dry well. I couldn't kill you, so I cut off your hair as a sign of killing you."
After that, he turned around and left.
Wei Zhuang stared at her back blankly, feeling a little confused and feeling a little pitiful about her.
There was a sadness about her.
It is the sadness of this era.
…
In the night, the little woman was walking alone.
Her story wasn't finished, she didn't tell it.
That day, a little boy rushed over and stood in front of her, and then aggressively drove away the group of old beggars.
She looked at the boy's gorgeous clothes and didn't dare to ask his name.
But before the boy left, he gave her something.
The little lady took it out from her arms and found the same jade pendant as Wei Zhuang's...
