One Thousand Four Hundred and Five: Wei Ci Assassinated (5)

Taifu?

Zixiao?

Jiang Pengji secretly looked down, and sure enough, she saw Wei Ci who was quite mature.

At this time, Wei Ci looked to be in his thirties, with the charm of a mature man all over his body, wearing a lake blue Confucian shirt, with a tall and straight figure, and his black eyes like lacquer were still familiar to her. It's just... At this time, Wei Ci had already grown a beard, which was neatly trimmed. Although it is not dense, it does not look sloppy overall, but it conceals three points of beauty, a bit more stable and rigorous, and a bit less youthful vitality.

For Jiang Pengji, who has a strong face control, she still likes Wei Ci, who has a white face and no beard.

What's so good about growing a beard?

It is easy to stain the corners of the mouth when eating, it is troublesome to clean up, and it will prick people when making out.

Jiang Pengji crouched on the beam and muttered to herself, while the three people below seemed not to notice that she was such a living person, so they talked on their own.

Fu Shou was feeling uneasy, when he heard a familiar voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl with tears in his eyes.

He saluted the girl with a crying voice.

"Fu Shou Ji, Your Highness, my sister--"

The girl smiled gently, "I don't need to be so polite in private. Was Fushou paying homage to his 'birth mother' just now?"

Even though she was dressed richly and had a detached status, she was like a cute and gentle big sister next door at this moment, and Fushou was healed in an instant.

Fushou nodded aggrievedly, his face was miserable, and his fat fingers were tangled up.

It is a big taboo to go out of the mansion without the permission of the father to buy sacrifices for the biological mother of humble background, and to burn them in the courtyard, but at this moment, she was bumped into by the princess who was visiting as a guest. I wonder how much my father will do. angry. Fushou is small but emotionally sensitive, just from the servants in the mansion avoiding the matter of his birth mother like a snake and scorpion, he knows that his father doesn't like his birth mother, and he doesn't even remember her birthday.

He didn't want his biological mother to be alone underground, but he also didn't want to be disgusted by his father, so he was in a dilemma for a while.

"Fushou is very filial." Her Royal Highness smiled and rubbed the small knot on his head, and said gently, "It's nothing to pay homage in private, but there are many ways to express filial piety. If outsiders look at it, It will inevitably damage the reputation of the Taifu."

Fushou said with tears in his eyes, "Is this going to happen?"

"In recent days,

The common people are busy with His Majesty's birthday, which is a day of national celebration. "Her Majesty the Empress sighed, "When you sacrifice and burn sacrifices in private in the mansion, those who know you will say that your filial piety is commendable, but those who don't know will think that your heart is punishable—understand?" "

How did Fushou know this?

He even found out about the birthday of his birth mother by accident.

Although the birthday is a major festival, but he is young, he only knows that the house is extremely happy on this day, and even his father, who is usually as cold as water, will show a little smile. Last year, he hugged him to see the night market lanterns - His Highness said so, Only then did he realize that the birth mother's memorial day had hit His Majesty's birthday. Fushou scratched his little face, and seriously apologized to His Royal Highness's sister, saying seriously that he had learned a lesson.

"That's right! It's not that burning paper money for the deceased is filial piety. Fushou listens to the Taifu carefully, and studies with the Taifu carefully. When you grow up, you will be a pillar of talent. Your 'birth mother' will know you, and you will be relieved." Yes, Fushou thinks it's right?"

Not knowing why, Fushou nodded solemnly.

"Your Highness!"

Wei Ci on the side interrupted the conversation between the two with a slightly disapproving voice.

"What is the Taifu so cautious about? If Fushou is successful in the future and has the ambition of Qingyun in his heart, can the Taifu still restrain him for the rest of his life?" The smile on Tainu Changsheng's face slightly retracted, and she said seriously, "Treat him like a relative Brother, I will take care of you in the future."

Wei Ci's expression was complicated, how did Fushou know the eye contact between the empress dowager and her father?

He clenched his fists and said, "Then Fushou will also learn to be rich like his father, become a celebrity, and become a tutor in the future!"

The smile on Changsheng's face froze slightly, and she pinched Fushou's chubby face regretfully.

"This is really difficult. Feng You is much more knowledgeable than you. Even if you become a tutor, you have to win him over."

Fu Shou pouted in frustration.

He knew who Feng You was, the sick man who always pinched his face behind his back and said he was fat!

He doesn't like Fengyou, but his father often praises Fengyou in front of him, which is a great blow to his young heart.

"Why do you have to win against him?" Fu Shou said, "He is so much older than Fu Shou, it's not fair."

His Highness Changsheng folded his arms around his chest and said with a smile, "Because he was appointed alone."

Fu Shou said, "Because he is the companion of His Highness's sister?"

Chang Sheng said, "It's more or less related to this, but the most important point is that he's a liking to Gu Gu."

Fushou said in frustration, "Won't Fushou please His Highness's sister?"

Chang Sheng rubbed Fu Shou's chubby face, "You silly boy, Gu's liking for Fu Shou is different from his liking for Feng You."

Isn't liking just liking?

Of course Fushou didn't understand.

The only two people who understood couldn't say anything, they could only put on indifferent smiles on their faces in sync.

Wei Ci secretly planned to find Feng Zhen to settle the score.

How did he teach his son, how old is His Highness this year?

Jiang Pengji plans to turn around and provoke Wan Xiuer, strangle Fengzhen's pocket money to death, and turn him into an ascetic monk!

Changsheng coaxed Fushou with a smile, and asked Wei Ci to take Fushou to change into clean clothes and prepare to go out for a trip. Your Majesty was born on the Huachao Festival, so the birthday coincides with the Huachao Festival. There are many and lively folk activities, which can be regarded as one of the most lively festivals of the year.

"Your Excellency, can you come down?"

After coaxing Wei Ci and Fushou away, the smile on Chang Sheng's face quickly disappeared, and he looked directly at the beam.

Jiang Pengji jumped down lightly, Chang Sheng subconsciously took half a step back, seeing Jiang Pengji's face, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"People from Fanbang? What's your purpose in hiding in Liang?"

Different from the Central Plains-style outline, the head is still covered with flamboyant fiery red hair, as if holding a cluster of bonfires.

You don't need to look to know that this is definitely not the appearance that people from the Central Plains should have.

Chang Sheng still wanted to ask more questions, but when he suddenly saw the Zhan Shen Dao on her waist, he couldn't help being furious.

"The little thief who trespassed in the palace!"

It's nothing more than stealing things, but also stealing from the head of a country's king, this countryman is very courageous!

Without further ado, Chang Sheng wanted to make a move, and the guards guarding outside the house also rushed in, and Jiang Pengji of course withdrew directly with oil on her feet.

Changsheng is not very old, but her martial strength is not bad, but her ability is not enough.

Jiang Pengji fled, and Chang Sheng stared at the direction in which she was fleeing with complicated eyes.

"Send people to intercept the gates of the city. Once you find this red-haired foreigner, immediately arrest him! If there is any resistance, shoot him!"

It looks so eye-catching, you can recognize it wherever you go!

He actually sneaked into the palace and stole his mother's saber... This thief is so bold!

"Fushou sees Your Majesty."

When Chang Sheng ran to join Wei Ci and the others, he happened to see Fu Shou struggling to bow and bow, almost falling headfirst.

The majesty that Fu Shou spoke of was a beautiful woman who looked only in her early thirties.

She smiled and supported Fushou, picked him up and turned his weight upside down, Fushou shyly covered his face with his fat hands.

"Fushou can go by himself."

The woman said with a smile, "If Fushou leaves by himself, I won't be able to smell the good-smelling milk fragrance from Fushou's body."