Wei Ci lowered her eyes and turned her head, trying not to look at Jiang Pengji.
It's true that the name doesn't matter, it's the person that matters.
But—how did she know what she was suffering from
If the name is gone, it can be taken, but what if the person is different
He is unwilling to serve the king in this life, she will meet another like-minded partner, and what relationship will she have with him Wei Ci
Two names that are very important to him have been given to others, and the future direction will be very different from the history he knows, which is exactly what he wants to see... Even so, the inner discomfort is not temporary. It can be relieved in a while.
"The mind of the boy's family is really difficult to understand."
Jiang Pengji let out a long sigh. Before Wei Ci had a seizure, she covered her waist and eyes abruptly, her brows furrowed tightly, as if she was reluctant to endure the pain.
Seeing her behavior, Wei Ci was in the mood to care about other things, so she quickly said with concern, "Where is the lord unwell?"
Jiang Pengji said with white lips, "In order to conquer Jiamenguan, I had to go into battle in person..."
Before she could finish her words, Wei Ci had already made up a tragic drama, and countless bloody scenes seemed to flash in front of her eyes.
"It's been more than a month since the battle of Jiamen Pass, why hasn't the lord's injuries healed yet?"
Wei Ci didn't dare to touch her, for fear of accidentally touching her wound.
To make her stubborn by nature appear weak in front of others, she must be seriously injured and has not healed yet.
Sure enough, Jiang Pengji gradually eased her brows and said indifferently, "Maybe the wound is too deep to kill anyone."
Wei Ci felt the fire in her chest rise again.
No matter in the past life or in this life, this person always does not care about his own body.
She is still young, strong and healthy, and she is fine everywhere, and she can't see anything at all.
However, when she is a little older, won't those old wounds torture her to death
"Ci go and call Langzhong over."
Wei Ci's voice was low, with an irresistible meaning in her words.
Jiang Pengji, however, did not allow him to work and move the crowd, so he raised his hand and grabbed the opponent's hand, forcing him to be unable to get up.
"No, it's just a minor injury." She smiled and pulled Wei Ci to her side, and said before the other party objected, "You don't even look at the weather outside, what time is it now? If you go and call Langzhong Come here, before dawn, the news of Liuzhou Muye's subordinate's home will be spread. If it used to be a good talk. Now that I have my true gender, it is not a good talk but a scandal. "
Jiang Pengji's words were like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, which made Wei Ci sober from the inside out, and her feverish brain cooled down.
The situation she mentioned was indeed what Wei Ci was afraid of, but it was even more uncomfortable for him to watch Jiang Pengji endure the pain and not seek treatment.
"Maybe the wound opened accidentally, it shouldn't be in the way."
When Jiang Pengji said this, she never let go of Wei Ci's hand, and the other party's attention was attracted again, but she didn't notice it.
"Don't talk, let me take it easy."
Wei Ci had no choice but to compromise, he suggested, "My lord, why don't Ci send you back to the county in secret?"
Jiang Pengji lied and said, "No, when I go back to the county, I have to alert the guards and the concierge. Isn't this place without three hundred taels of silver? Why don't Zixiao kindly help me clean up a room and come out. If it's too late, let me stay here for one night at Changsheng. to make."
What else can Wei Ci say
You are the lord, you are the biggest, and you have the final say in everything.
Just as he was about to get up, he was embarrassed to find that his right hand was being held by the other party, and the skin they touched was oozing hot sweat and she didn't let go.
"I'm sleepy - Zi Xiaomo is going to quarrel with me."
Jiang Pengji couldn't help but say that she wanted to lie down and sleep, but Wei Ci could only hold back the words in her stomach.
Stiffly maintaining a kneeling posture, looking at the person who was leaning on his leg, he was stunned and couldn't get out of anger.
He held his eyelids that kept fighting, and planned to release his right hand when Jiang Pengji fell asleep.
"ah-"
At this time, Changsheng made full use of his poor sleeping posture, successfully twisted his body, turned from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and kicked the thin quilt on his body to the side of the bed. Out of the golden rooster independent shape.
He sipped his lips, and there were only a few teeth in his mouth, and sparkling saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Wei Ci frowned fiercely.
He leaned his upper body carefully, pulled the thin quilt that was abandoned by Changsheng, and covered her again.
As for carrying Changsheng from the end of the bed back to the head of the bed to continue falling asleep
Such a difficult action, he really can't do it now.
Looking at Changsheng's sleeping face, and then looking at the person who was obviously playing a hooligan on his lap, Wei Ci only felt that his brain was aching.
Why does he feel that his vest can no longer cover it
Why do you think Jiang Pengji did it on purpose
Maybe this is his hallucination
Wei Ci sighed, and could only use his hands to prop up the table and find a slightly more comfortable position to lean on.
The surroundings were too quiet, and he thought about a lot of things in his mind, none of which were related to official business.
He felt himself falling.
Xu was so sleepy, Wei Ci couldn't help but pointed her forehead and fell asleep.
The partial dream is extremely unstable, and various scenes appear one after another.
[Those uncles only want the prince and the younger brother, don't live forever... Taifu, the loneliness is the burden of the mother, right?]
The girl said this, causing Wei Ci to grieve in her heart.
The scene changed again, and the crying girl turned into a slender princess in the blink of an eye, with expressions as sparse as her mother's.
[Taifu, is that the solitary imperial brother?]
Wei Ci said in a dream, "Your Highness, no one in this world can be your emperor's younger brother.]
[Mother told Gu the truth, Taifu doesn't have to be so trembling... Guhui takes good care of Taifu and the emperor's younger brother...]
Although they have no name, they are blood relatives after all.
In the Jiang Dynasty, in the eighteenth year of Yongchen's reign, Emperor Chen's Taizu was seriously ill, and all the grass and trees in the court and the field were soldiers.
It was at this time that a case called "Prince Zhang Zuo" shocked the government and the public.
[The solitary is Prince Zhang Zuo!]
[Rebel!]
... The further back, the more chaotic the dream, Wei Ci stood blankly in the same place, ignorant of the world in the chaos.
The scenes melted instantly, twisted into countless ghosts and ghosts, all of them grinning and pounced on him.
When he was about to be engulfed by the ghost, Wei Ci cried out in horror, and leaned forward sharply—
Jiang Pengji was just pretending to be asleep at first, but then she really fell asleep. When the sky was bright, she was awakened by the slight movement of Wei Ci's nightmare.
I saw Wei Ci was sweating coldly all over, her face was bleeding, and her lips were trembling with fear.
Jiang Pengji was about to shake the other party awake, when Wei Ci shouted, leaned forward, and moved too far, his nose bumped into her face. Hold the grass - how is this routine completely different from the romantic words spoken by the audience in the live broadcast room!