After the tender beauty was reborn, the husband of the god of war competed for favor

Chapter 30 I support you

In the study room of Prince Duan's Mansion, Prince Duan heard the news outside and was so angry that he broke the tea cup.

"Yan Shubai Song Jiuxi, if you dare to humiliate me like this, I will not spare you."

After he finished speaking, the surrounding staff did not speak. King Duan recovered from his anger and knew that what he just said was out of anger and he could not do it at all.

Yan Shubai had fifty thousand owl-clad guards who were brave and good at fighting, and his father loved him so much that he could not touch them at all.

While King Duan was feeling secretly resentful, suddenly an aide came forward and said, "Your Majesty, the imperial doctors say that Yan Shubai doesn't have long to live. Now if we want to hold Xiaoyiwei in our hands, we have to snatch him away."

King Duan glanced at his staff with a steady look, and then smiled.

"Keep an eye on the East Palace and Yan Shubai. I want Xiao Yiwei to recognize me as my master."

After Song Jiuxi went back, she wanted to see Yan Shubai.

But as soon as she entered the door, she saw Yan Shubai sitting in the courtyard. The sunlight was cut into pieces by the peach blossom trees in the courtyard, and fell mottled on his sickly body.

He sat in a wheelchair and looked up at the blooming peach blossoms above his head.

A few pieces of pink and white peach blossoms fell on the shoulders and legs, like butterflies staying, flapping their wings in the breeze.

Song Jiuxi discovered that Yan Shubai liked to wear white clothes. Even when he was vomiting blood, his clothes were spotless.

Song Jiuxi had heard before that no one in the capital could match General Ming Xiao. So she praised Yan Shubai in front of everyone for being unparalleled in beauty, and no one would refute.

It is said that Yan Shubai, who was twelve years old when he first entered the battlefield, was so beautiful that even the enemy leader was stunned.

At that time, Yan Shubai took advantage of his daze and pierced his forehead with an arrow.

But after that, Yan Shubai liked to wear a black mask when he went to the battlefield, which was described as terrifying and looked like an ugly ghost.

From then on, everyone on the battlefield began to be afraid of this mask.

That unparalleled face was hidden behind the mask, but what Song Jiuxi saw now was more of a haggard person tortured by Qishuangxue.

Song Jiuxi suddenly wanted to take a look at the young general who was in his prime when he returned from the great victory in the North and rode through Changle Street on horseback.

When Song Jiuxi was lost in thought, Yun Qin suddenly walked up to Yan Shubai with a blanket and put it on his lap.

Yun Qin bent over, with the hem of her green skirt pressed against Yan Shubai's legs, and said softly: "Master, be careful if your legs get cold."

Yan Shubai withdrew his gaze and first saw Song Jiuxi standing at the door of the yard.

Yan Shubai was startled, and then his eyebrows curved down.

Yun Qin followed Yan Shubai's gaze and immediately clenched his fingers.

Song Jiuxi likes to wear red clothes, which are like fire, but her eyebrows are cold, as if they are always covered with a layer of frost and snow.

The cold light was biting, cutting coldly at those who looked at her.

Song Jiuxi came over and asked, "Why do you want to help me?"

Yan Shubai said: "Do I need a reason to help my wife?"

"need."

"But I don't need it here."

Song Jiuxi looked at him doubtfully, and Yan Shubai smiled and said: "I protect my shortcomings, very protective of my shortcomings. No one can bully my people."

He seemed to have thought of what Duan Chang said about him being incompetent. He gritted his teeth and said, "I haven't even been bullied yet..."

Song Jiuxi automatically ignored his last sentence, but the fact that Yan Shubai protected her today really moved her.

In the last life, what she wanted was nothing more than unreasonable preference. Song Wenzhi couldn't give it to her, and Zhao Hongjun, who was full of lies, couldn't give it to her, but now Yan Shubai gave it to her.

Thinking that Yan Shubai didn't have long left, Song Jiuxi's eyes darkened.

Forget it, Song Jiuxi will protect Yan Shubai in his last days.

After all, he looks too weak now and could be out of breath at any time.

Sure enough, Yan Shubai coughed quietly again, and Song Jiuxi also became nervous. She had just said she would protect him, but she couldn't bear to let him disappear now.

But before Song Jiuxi said anything, Yun Qin suddenly said nervously: "Master, I will push you into the house. The wind outside is too strong, and Master cannot blow at all..."

Song Jiuxi pressed the handle of the wheelchair. Yun Qin was anxious: "Young madam, why are you still stopping me? Didn't you see that the young master can't have a shower?"

Song Jiuxi lowered her head and asked, "Is this maid your roommate?"

Yan Shubai glanced at Yunqin, who immediately became nervous and expectant.

She has served Yan Shubai since she was a child. Although Yan Shubai later left for the battlefield early, she has been waiting for the young master these years.

The old lady and the second lady later saw that she was devoted and indeed regarded her as the young master's wife.

In her heart, she is the young master's person.

Even if Song Jiuxi comes in, she doesn't feel like she can't compete with her. After serving her for so many years, the young master must treat her differently and he will take her into his house sooner or later.

Yun Qin was secretly happy and looked at Yan Shubai expectantly.

Yan Shubai glanced at her and said after a while, "No."

Song Jiuxi nodded, thinking that someone as good-looking as Yan Shubai would not fall in love with such an ordinary maid.

Yun Qin's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she murmured: "Master, slave, I belong to the master..."

Yan Shubai looked at her indifferently, his eyes cold and ruthless.

Yun Qin was stared at by him so much that chills ran down her spine. She burst into tears and knelt down immediately. "Master, I have served you for so many years and have been doing my best. I want to stay with you..."

"Is serving the master a slave a reason to claim credit? Who gave you the courage?!"

Yan Shubai shouted and asked, Yun Qin turned pale with fright.

Yan Shubai said coldly: "I don't want any disrespectful slaves around me, get out!"

Yun Qin was scared and panicked, but Yan Shubai's decision could never be changed.

Her eyes were swollen like walnuts, but she didn't dare to say anything in front of Yan Shubai, so she could only glare at Song Jiuxi bitterly.

Song Jiuxi pushed Yan Shubai toward the house and didn't notice Yun Qin's glance.

Even if she noticed, she wouldn't care.

Song Jiuxi pushed Yan Shubai into the room and asked, "Are you going to lie down on the bed?"

Yan Shubai looked at her: "My husband has difficulty moving, so I'm sorry for bothering you, madam."

Song Jiuxi bent down, grabbed Yan Shubai's knees and picked him up.

Luo Feng on the roof immediately covered Duan Chang's eyes, and Duan Chang pulled his hand down desperately, and then exclaimed: "It turns out that only a master as shameless as this can marry a wife."

Luo Feng grabbed his collar and immediately pulled him off the roof to avoid seeing what he shouldn't have seen.

Song Jiuxi put the brocade quilt on Yan Shubai and poured him a glass of water.

Yan Shubai smiled and his eyes fell on Song Jiuxi.

Song Jiuxi asked: "Will King Duan cause trouble for you because of this?"

"Yes, madam, are you worried?"

"I caused the trouble. You helped me today. I won't let you bear it alone."

Yan Shubai raised the corner of his mouth and said: "You are my Yan Shubai's wife, so you have nothing to fear from anyone. No one in the entire capital can give me trouble, oh, as long as you don't overthrow the emperor's throne

."

Song Jiuxi heard what Yan Shubai meant...

Her heart was beating fast and she suddenly asked: "Then what if I get into more trouble in the future...?"

Yan Shubai said in a teasing yet serious tone: "I will support you, husband."

(End of chapter)