What is he upset about
Because of the names of the two children
Jiang Pengji froze in her heart, guessing something faintly.
"What special meaning do these two names mean to you?"
Wei Ci secretly took a deep breath to relieve the pulling pain from her chest, and her pale complexion returned to a little rosy.
"It doesn't have any special meaning."
He replied with a smile, but the smile on his face looked haggard and weak.
Jiang Pengji didn't ask any further, and instead said, "Changsheng often spends the night at your house? Where is she?"
Wei Ci got up to lead the way. He was the only master in the mansion, and the other servants had their own residences, so most of the rooms in the mansion were free. Because Changsheng often came to disturb her, Wei Ci simply prepared a room specially for her, and the interior was very elegant.
Jiang Pengji said with a funny smile, "This girl is sleeping soundly, but her sleeping appearance is really bad."
Children of high-profile families have rules in their words, deeds, and actions, and even their sleeping postures must be corrected forcibly.
Sleeping in a four-sided posture like Changsheng's, if you leave it in other people's homes, you will be named and criticized, and even the servants you serve will be punished.
"Although the weather is getting hotter, it's not good to kick the quilt all the time."
Seeing Changsheng sleeping with red cheeks, Wei Ci kicked the quilt to the bottom of the bed with shaking feet, she couldn't help laughing, and raised her hand to cover her with the thin quilt.
Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci for a long time without saying a word, and directly made the other party feel uncomfortable. She wanted to avoid it, but it was inevitable.
In the end, he could only ask Jiang Pengji with a wry smile, "Why is the lord looking at Ci like this? But there are flowers on his face?"
Only then did Jiang Pengji look away, letting Wei Ci breathe a sigh of relief.
But the next thing she asked, he was so scared that his hands and feet stiffened, he was sweating so hard that he almost forgot to breathe.
"Zixiao is almost twenty-four this year, right? Why is there still no movement at home?"
In the age of the audience in the live broadcast room, the age of twenty-four was the age of high spirits after graduating from college, and there was no rush to start a family.
In Jiang Pengji's time, 24 years old was legally a minor, not yet the legal age for marriage.
In this era, a normal 24-year-old man, with a little bit of flirtation, would be able to form a baseball team.
Look at Wei Ci, not only did they not get married, but they didn't even have a concubine or a concubine, and their nightlife on weekdays consisted of official business.
When it comes to leisure, he either visits relatives and friends or spends time with books, and he has never set foot in the land of red dust.
He is clearly an ordinary person living in the mortal world, but he lives like an ascetic.
"How can a man start a family without an inch of merit?" Wei Ci threw out a golden excuse, "What's more, marriage requires the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. Now the father and the family are all in the middle, and I am afraid that they will not care about mercy. No rush, just delay for another year, no rush."
Jiang Pengji smiled.
"Not an inch of merit? How could it be? Zixiao is too humble about this. In terms of merit, few people can compare to you."
Jiang Pengji's words are not flattering, they are true words from the heart.
Wei Ci acts in a low-key manner and has a weak sense of presence, but can his contribution be considered small
If nothing else, just a piece of "Tuntian" can make him occupy a corner in the history books.
Throughout the past and present, how many people have struggled all their lives for the four words of "remember the history", and who succeeded in the end
Wei Ci said that he had not made an inch of merit, which was too modest in Jiang Pengji's opinion.
"As for the words of the matchmaker and the orders of your parents, special measures are taken in special times. Your relatives are all in Zhongzhao, thousands of miles away, and you don't know and have no chance to meet again in this life. If you don't see them all the time, you will Do you really plan to be alone for the rest of your life?"
Wei Ci raised her head at this time, her expression was frighteningly calm, and her eyes were even more profound than others could see.
Jiang Pengji suggested with a smile, "Why don't you do this, I'll come forward to help you get married."
After she finished speaking, she found that Wei Ci's eyes and expressions had become extremely complicated.
Wei Ci's thoughts were pulled into the quagmire by memories, and fragments of the past flickered in front of her eyes.
[You take the child back, and you know what to do.]
[The minister, the minister knows that Teng Mi's concubine Mi and yesterday's dystocia had a bloodbath, and they desperately gave birth to a child... Your Majesty, would you like to give the child a nickname?]
[… Call it Fushou… From now on, he will take your surname. You are in charge of everything, you don't have to ask me.]
At the beginning of the world, the ministers were worried about the emperor's heir, and His Majesty wanted to appoint the eldest daughter as the heir, but encountered the obstruction of the officials.
At this time, His Majesty was pregnant for the second time, and everyone focused on this child, eagerly hoping to give birth to a prince.
It is a pity that the current situation is turbulent and natural disasters continue.
The red lotus sect rebels went against the grain, and even introduced the teachings to the inner residences of officials in the DPRK and China. After careful planning, they were ready to assassinate.
In the chaos, His Majesty had difficulty giving birth.
That's the expected male fetus.
He was supposed to be crowned the crown prince as soon as he was born, but unfortunately the child's blessing was poor, and he lost his breath as soon as he was born, so he could only pursue the crown prince Zhang Zuo.
After this catastrophe, it was difficult for His Majesty to conceive again.
The country cannot be without heirs, and the matter of setting up a concubine was brought up again.
This time, Baiguan was as quiet as a chicken, and dared not object.
[Wei Zixiao, you should understand... If Fushou is 'alive', there is only one way for me and Changsheng to end...]
[I understand that I will take good care of Fushou.]
Before the five countries were unified, the struggle for rights was not obvious, but when the countries were unified, all kinds of contradictions broke out.
From His Majesty's fortune to ascending the throne, the aristocratic family has always been in the stage of being suppressed.
After the reunification of the country, the aristocratic family, whose vitality was severely damaged, could only form an alliance in private, trying to compete with His Majesty for power.
Wei Ci knew that there must be no "Prince" at this time.
Therefore, the newly born Fushou could only be forced to "die early" and changed his face to become the son of Teng's concubine in Wei Ci's house.
The key is this concubine Teng Mi, that is a made-up character.
Fortunately, Wei Ci didn't have a high sense of existence and acted in a well-behaved manner, and the important ministers who fought fiercely did not notice him at all.
No one connected the prematurely dead Prince Zhang Zuo with Wei Ci's concubine.
When Wei Ci fell into reminiscence and couldn't extricate herself, Jiang Pengji's face enlarged in front of him, causing him to suddenly lean back in fright.
Fortunately, both of them were sitting on their knees, otherwise he would have slammed into the ground with the back of his head if he avoided so much.
"If I tell Zishi that I want to give him a beauty, he'll be sure to go crazy, why don't you?"
Jiang Pengji put one hand on the ground beside his ear, and looked at Wei Ci's pale face with a smile.
She said helplessly, "I'm not a beast of a flood. Every time I approach you, you always look frightened."
Wei Ci took a deep breath, her thoughts were much clearer.
"The kindness is not very courageous. If the lord makes such a trick, he will naturally be frightened."
Jiang Pengji clicked his tongue, and the resentment was a bit heavy.
Wei Ci said, "Whether the lord can get up, this is inappropriate and will damage your reputation."
"Your mansion is empty and no one is guarding it. Who would know?"
Wei Ci couldn't push the person away, her face turned red and white, and even the red threads at the corners of her eyes were embarrassed.
Jiang Pengji couldn't push people too hard, she had to get up.
Taking advantage of Wei Ci's effort to sort things out, she said meaningfully, "Names are not important, people are important."