Master
Zi Xiao
Jiang Pengji secretly looked down and saw Wei Ci, who was quite experienced.
At this time, Wei Ci was only in her thirties, with the charm of a mature man, wearing a lake blue Confucian shirt, tall and straight, and her black eyes like lacquer were still familiar to her. It's just... At this time, Wei Ci had already grown a beard, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Although it is not dense, it is not sloppy on the whole, but it hides a third of the beauty, a little more stable and rigorous, and a little less youthful and energetic.
For Jiang Pengji, who is more powerful in face control, she still likes Wei Ci, who is white-faced and beardless.
What's so good about having a beard
It is easy to stain the corners of the mouth when eating, it is troublesome to clean up, and it will hurt people when making out.
Jiang Pengji squatted on the beam and muttered to herself, but the three people below seemed to have not noticed her, a living person, and spoke directly.
Fu Shou was feeling uneasy, when he heard a familiar voice, he raised his head abruptly and looked at the girl with tears in his eyes.
He saluted the girl with a crying voice.
"Fu Shou to the hall, your highness sister, please-"
The girl smiled softly, "There is no need for so many rituals in private. Did Fu Shou worship the 'birth mother' just now?"
Even though she was dressed richly and had a detached status, at this time she was like a lovely and gentle big sister next door, and her longevity was cured all at once.
Fushou nodded aggrievedly, his little face was miserable, and his fat and white fingers were tangled in a ball.
Without the permission of my father, I went out of the house to buy sacrifices for my lowly biological mother, and also burned and worshipped in the courtyard. angry. Fushouren was small but emotionally sensitive. Just because the servants in the house avoided the matter of his biological mother like a snake or scorpion, he knew that his father didn't like his biological mother, and he didn't even remember the other party's sacrificial day.
He didn't want his biological mother to be alone in the underground, but he also didn't want to be disgusted by his father, and he was in a dilemma for a while.
"Fu Shou is very filial." Her Royal Highness smiled and rubbed the small tug on his head, and said gently, "It's okay to pay homage in private, but there are many ways to express filial piety. If it is seen by outsiders, It will inevitably damage the reputation of Taifu."
Fushou said with tears in his eyes, "Is that so?"
"In recent days, the people have been busy with His Majesty's birthday, which is a day celebrated by the whole country." Her Royal Highness sighed, "You are in the mansion to pay homage and burn offerings in private, and those who know say that your filial piety is commendable, but I don't know. People who are in love will think that your heart can be punished - understand?"
Where did Fu Shou know about this
He even learned about the birthday of his mother by accident.
Although the birthday was a major holiday, he was young, and he only knew that the family was very happy on this day. Even his father, who was always cold as water, would show a slight smile. Last year, he took him to watch the night market lanterns. Only then did I know that the birthday of the birth mother bumped into His Majesty's birthday. Fu Shou scratched his face, apologized to His Highness's sister seriously, and said seriously that he had learned a lesson.
"That's right! It's not like burning paper money for the deceased is filial piety. Fushou listens carefully to Taifu's words, studies hard with Taifu, and grows up to be a pillar of talent. Your 'birth mother' will know about it, and I will be relieved. Yes, does Fu Shou feel right?"
Fushou didn't know why, and nodded solemnly.
"Your Highness!"
Wei Ci on the side interrupted the conversation between the two with a slightly disapproving voice.
"What does Taifu do with such caution? If Fushou becomes a talent in the future and has ambitions in the future, can Taifu still bind him for a lifetime?" The smile on Taifu Changsheng's face narrowed slightly, and she said solemnly, "Treating him alone is like a kiss. Brother, I will take care of you in the future."
Wei Ci's expression was complicated. How could Fu Shou know the eye contact between his wife and father
He clenched his fist and said, "Then Fushou will learn to be rich like his father, become a celebrity, and become a master in the future!"
The smile on Changsheng's face froze slightly, and she pinched Fushou's chubby cheek regretfully.
"It's hard. Feng You is much more knowledgeable than you. Even if you are a master, you have to win him."
Fu Shou pouted in frustration.
He knew who Feng You was, the sick man who always pinched his cheek behind his back and said he was fat!
He doesn't like Fengyou, but his father often exaggerates how good Fengyou is in front of him, which is a great blow to his young heart.
"Why do you have to beat him?" Fu Shou said, "He is so much older than Fu Shou, it's not fair."
His Highness Changsheng put his hands around his chest and said with a smile, "Because he was decided by loneliness."
Fu Shou said, "Because he is the companion of His Highness's sister?"
Chang Sheng said, "It has something to do with this, but the most important point - he likes Gu Gu."
Fushou said in frustration, "Will Fushou not please His Highness and sister?"
Changsheng rubbed Fushou's fat face, "You silly child, Lone's love for Fushou is different from his love for Fengyou."
Like it, don't you like it
Of course Fushou didn't understand.
The only two people who understood could not say anything, they could only put on indifferent smiles on their faces.
Wei Ci secretly planned to find Feng Zhen to settle the account.
How did he teach his son, how old is His Highness
Jiang Pengji intends to turn back and provoke Wan Xiuer, strangle Fengzhen's pocket money, and make him completely become an ascetic!
Changsheng smiled and coaxed Fushou, and asked Wei Ci to bring Fushou to change into clean clothes, ready to go out to play. His Majesty was born on the Huachao Festival, so the birthday and the Huachao Festival coincide. There are many and lively folk activities, and it is one of the most lively festivals of the year.
"Can you come down?"
After coaxing Wei Ci and Fu Shou away, the smile on Chang Sheng's face faded and he looked directly at the beam of the house.
Jiang Pengji jumped down, and Changsheng subconsciously took a half step back. Seeing Jiang Pengji's face, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.
"People from Fanbang? What's your purpose for hiding on the beam?"
Different from the Central Plains-style appearance outline, the head is still wearing a flamboyant red hair, like a bonfire.
You don't have to look to know that this is by no means the face value that a Central Plains person should have.
Changsheng still wanted to ask more details, but when he saw the divine beheading knife on her waist, he couldn't help being furious.
"The little thief who broke into the palace!"
It's enough to steal something, and even steal it from the head of a country's king, these people are very courageous!
Without further ado, Changsheng wanted to do something, and the guards outside the house also rushed in. Of course, Jiang Pengji smeared oil on the soles of his feet and immediately retreated.
Changsheng is not very old, but her strength is not bad, but her ability is not enough.
Jiang Pengji fled away, and Changsheng stared at the direction of her escape with complicated eyes.
"Send someone to intercept the city gates, and once you find this red-haired Fanbang, you will immediately capture it! If there is resistance, shoot it!"
It looks so striking, you can recognize it wherever you go!
He actually sneaked into the palace to steal his mother's saber... This thief is audacious!
"See your Majesty for blessings and longevity."
When Changsheng ran to meet with Wei Ci and the others, he happened to see Fu Shou struggling so hard to bend over to bow, and almost fell forward.
His Majesty in Fu Shou's mouth was a woman with a handsome appearance, who looked at her in her early thirties.
She smiled and supported Fu Shou, picked him up and shook his weight, Fu Shou shyly covered his face with his fat hands.
"Fu Shou can go by himself."
The woman smiled and said, "If Fu Shou left by himself, I wouldn't be able to smell the good smell of milk on Fu Shou's body."