Changsheng: "… "
I really don't want to admit that the woman who looks like a trafficker is my mother.
"Mother, behead God..."
Changsheng stepped forward and was about to salute when he saw the long knife on the woman's waist, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Two slashing knives
Could it be that the Fanbang woman did not steal her mother's saber, she misunderstood
It is also said that the guards in the palace are strict, and the mother's strength is strong. It is almost impossible to break through the many obstacles and steal the sword.
"What's wrong?"
The woman asked her with a smile.
Changsheng explained the matter just now in great detail, and said a little embarrassedly, "My son is reckless, and it almost led to an unjust case."
"Knowing your mistakes can improve a lot. You can send someone to withdraw the order. If you encounter it, send someone to send some silver and two rights as compensation."
Changsheng whispered, and the group of four got into the carriage, and Wei Ci took the initiative to put a curtain on the woman to cover her face.
Fu Shou sat on the woman's lap. He seemed to be used to this kind of intimacy, and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"The Huachao Festival is the birthday day again. Go out for a spring parade and have fun with the people." The woman smiled, "Don't you like going to Fushou?"
Fu Shou pouted, "Of course not, it's just..."
His eyes wandered, and he looked pitifully at his wife Changsheng, as if asking if he could say something.
Changsheng said, "Today seems to be the day of Fushou's 'birth mother' sacrifice. He is very filial, so I'm afraid it won't be easy to open up and play."
The woman's expression stiffened for a moment.
"So that's the case, Fushou is very filial." Touching the little tug on Fushou's head, Fushou showed a shy smile.
To him, His Majesty's compliments are as precious as his father's compliments, and a single word can make him happy for a long time.
There were tourists like weaving outside, Wei Ci and the others were dressed in plain clothes, and the women and Changsheng were all wearing curtains that covered their faces, but no one found out their identities. Fu Shou insisted on going down to the ground and walked by himself, holding the woman in one hand and Wei Ci in the other, laughing and running two steps, suddenly jumping up.
"Fly-"
Changsheng followed a step or two behind the three of them, watching Fushou "swinging on the swing", he couldn't help but pouted, "Childish."
Fu Shou never heard her words, so he just played around, and the two adults happily cooperated.
The woman looked back at her daughter and said with a smile, "Want to try Changsheng too?"
Changsheng looked at his mother, Taifu, and his size, and Gao Leng rejected this unreasonable suggestion.
Although she is not very old, she has grown rapidly, not much worse than a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.
With this height, how can I learn to "swing on the swing" from Fushou, the fat and short Douding
The group of four played like an ordinary family in the spring. They sat on the floor when they were tired, and tasted the food prepared in the morning.
Fu Shou would eat meals independently, but he was not skilled in using it. He often smeared food residues on the corners of his mouth, and the woman took the trouble to wipe it for him.
Changsheng looked at the two of them, feeling a little complicated, until he handed a handkerchief with the fragrance of saponin in front of him.
"Master!"
Changsheng called out slightly embarrassed.
Wei Ci couldn't help but chuckle and picked out some of Changsheng's favorite foods for her.
"Tao Fu, Gu is no longer a child."
Saying so, the action is honest, and the taste is not soft.
Taifu's craftsmanship can crush the royal chef!
"In the eyes of this minister, His Highness is always a long way from reaching adulthood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shou also noticed the situation here, and opened his mouth while shouting, "Fu Shou also wants, ah—"
"No, Taifu prepared it for Gu, what are you going to snatch?"
When Fushou saw this, he immediately persuaded.
嘤嘤(╥╯^╰╥)
His Highness' sister couldn't resist.
The family of four was eating, and out of the corner of Changsheng's light, he caught a glimpse of fiery red, his eyes slightly condensed.
"That man from Fanbang is here too?"
The woman said in surprise, "Fanbang people? Which one?"
Changsheng pointed his finger, and sure enough, he saw a woman with a plump figure and strange clothes leaning against the treetops, with her arms crossed and her arms crossed.
While they were looking at Jiang Pengji, Jiang Pengji was also watching them.
"The knife in her arms is really similar to the God-killing knife. No wonder you admit your mistake."
When the woman saw Jiang Pengji's face, there was no other reaction except for some admiration.
Fu Shou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "This big sister helped Fu Shou just now—"
If it wasn't for the other party holding him over the wall to buy sacrifices, it would be impossible for him to get out of the house with Fushou's small body.
In the group of four, only Wei Ci's reaction was a little weird, and her expression was stiff for a moment, but this strangeness was fleeting and difficult to catch with the naked eye. If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's excellent observation, he might have made mistakes. She smiled and said, "I've been looking for a long time, and it turned out to be here - staying in Zixiao's spiritual world disguised as him, you are obviously bullying him and won't use your spiritual energy to fight back, right?"
Without waiting for "Wei Ci" to say anything, Jiang Pengji drew his knife and rushed down from the tree, the blade hitting the front door.
Seeing this, the woman and Changsheng on the side looked horrified, as if to stop them.
Jiang Pengji looked slightly cold, and shouted at the two of them, "Go away! Don't spoil my good deeds!"
As soon as the voice fell, the place that was still full of excitement suddenly became silent, and the surrounding tourists turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only Jiang Pengji and "Wei Ci". Her blade did not hinder in the slightest, and it slashed at the key point of "Wei Ci", which was clearly the rhythm of killing people.
"Wei Ci"'s expression changed drastically, barely dodging to avoid the blade of the Zhan Shen Dao.
"This is Wei Ci - you want to kill too?"
Jiang Pengji snorted, and said disdainfully, "The 18th-tier counterfeit still wants to be comparable to my family's filial piety. Just when you are there, I can smell the strong smell of copycat goods. If you don't slash you, who will you slash? I really think Can you pretend to be the deity with Zixiao's face on?"
"Wei Ci"'s expression twisted a bit.
When he saw Jiang Pengji's flamboyant red hair, his expression was instantly gloomy, comparable to a constipated face.
"I said - can you stop making such an unsightly expression on Zi Xiao's face?"
With that said, Jiang Pengji's attack came like a storm.
This is Wei Ci's spiritual realm. She and the counterfeit in front of her are both outsiders, and their actions will be restricted to a certain extent.
In this case, they can only fight with force.
The impostor gritted his teeth and said, "As expected, he is the son of the Jiang family, and he's not dead yet!"
Jiang Pengji was startled, "What do you mean?"
The counterfeit refused to speak, and Jiang Pengji refused to forgive.
The two were fighting, and the impostor realized that something was wrong and became more and more gloomy.
"Did you feel it?" Jiang Pengji said with a sneer, "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but his spiritual realm is extraordinarily powerful, almost as good as your peak state. Who do you think is not a good choice, but you have to choose Zixiao... This Isn't it self-defeating?"
The impostor insisted, "It's impossible!"
Jiang Pengji said, "What's impossible? Zixiao's rebirth, this experience is definitely not explained by luck. Most of the people are behind the scenes. You didn't attract Zixiao, it was naturally other people-"