- "Not enough strength - come again - "

Jiang Pengji held a wooden sword in her left hand, with a relaxed and playful smile on her face, and bullied the little pot friend with a cheeky face.

"Oops, is this because I haven't eaten enough in the morning, or I don't want to eat lunch, and the soft strength is trying to tickle me?"

She casually blocked it, and with a slight force on her wrist, she easily pushed away the sweaty little radish head.

"No, no, no, do you want to kill the enemy or give the enemy a head? If you miss a hit, you have to be passive. ”

Jiang Pengji viciously bullied the little pot friend, and the audience in the live broadcast room was distressed.

[Tia Tata]: Anchor, you're depraved - can't you bully Northern Xinjiang, you have to find three children to be unlucky.

[Mo Xingyou]: The anchor is not a bully, right? She used a sword in her left hand, and her feet never left the same place.

[Arcatrice]: Hehe-don't say that you only use a left-handed sword, even if you use one finger, you can bully a little pot friend.

[Mia Yamada]: Don't worry about being distressed, I think it's very cute that the three radish heads are giving away heads one after another.

Jiang Pengji ignored the content of the barrage, and smiled and narrowed her eyes at the three children who were bent over and panting.

"Still won't admit defeat?"

"Don't admit it!"

She originally wanted to ask where Wei Ci was, but as soon as she left the government hall, she saw three children practicing swordsmanship with wooden swords in the courtyard.

These three children are no strangers, they are the daughter of Qi Guanrang, the son of Feng Zhen and the grandson of Sun Wen.

Although the three children are young, they are also good at swordsmanship, and Jiang Pengji personally went down to guide them when she had nothing to do.

Hmmm-

Unilateral torture and killing, with mental attacks.

The lady of the official was panting, using the small wooden sword in her hand to pestle the ground, bending slightly, her little face flushed.

Sun Wen's grandson was so tired that tears rushed out, and when he heard Jiang Pengji's "provocation", he bit his lower lip and shook his head.

Feng Yi performed the best, his face seemed weak, but he always maintained his demeanor, preferring to breathe quickly rather than open his mouth to gasp.

"I'm young, and everyone is stubborn. How hard is it to shout that you are tired, what are you doing holding back?"

Jiang Pengji sighed with emotion, she put the wooden sword in her hand aside, and beckoned to the three small ones.

"Come here, I'll take you to the kitchen to find something to eat. ”

Jiang Pengji is the lord of the three little elders, they don't dare to be disobedient, and obediently follow.

When several parents came to look for their children, they happened to see their own owner openly directing three grizzled children to barbecue.

Feng Yi looked serious and roasted well.

Sun Lan was in a hurry, and her face was stained with an unknown sauce.

Qiguan Jinghui is more leisurely, mainly responsible for carrying firewood and making a fire, and her snow-white little face is dusty.

"Yo-you're all here, would you like to try their craft?"

Jiang Pengji shook the almost blackened skewer in her hand, this is Sun Lan's finished product, and the taste is indescribable.

Sun Wen watched his lord sit on the ground without any image, and the nerves at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but lose control.

The majesty of the lord is gone.

Seeing that the parents were coming, the three children did not salute, nor did they not salute, so they could only pinch the skewers crampedly.

Sun Wen wanted to call his grandson over, so as not to offend Jiang Pengji by his young and ignorant nature, but because he had just arrived, the official Rang and Fengzhen beside him had not yet spoken, so he couldn't say it first. Feng Zhen and Qi Guanrang's reactions are also very distinctive, which fully fits the personalities of the two.

Feng Zhen joined the ranks of "squeezing child labor" with a smile, and took the fruits of his son's roasting openly, commenting on them by the way.

"It's too burnt, the sauce is uneven, and the flavor is heavy, so be careful next time. ”

The official let his face be solemn, his eyes drifted to his daughter, and he silently conveyed something.

Qi Guan Jinghui threw down the firewood, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, tilted her head, and pulled Qi Guanrang's sleeve.

"Daddy—"

"It's not like that, you have to be skillful. ”

The official let the father and daughter not talk much, always giving people an illusion-

They communicate with brainwaves!

Sun Wen: "......"

I always feel that I should do something to be unusual.

Barbecue can't be used as lunch, Jiang Pengji has asked the kitchen to prepare a light lunch.

Sending the three little ones to take a nap, Jiang Pengji asked Feng Zhen.

"Did Zixiao say when he would come back?"

Feng Zhen thought for a while and said, "He said that he would be back in three or five days, and if he calculates the time, he will not be back until he comes back in a day or two." ”

Sun Wen then remembered that he hadn't seen Wei Ci since he arrived in Chongzhou.

"Zixiao goes out to run errands?"

Feng Zhen shook his head, he said, "Zixiao said that a friend was coming, and he went out to visit a friend." ”

Sun Wen's mind turned, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"Since it's his friend who is coming, why does Zixiao have to go out for three or five days before returning?"

According to normal logic, friends come from afar, and Wei Ci shouldn't have a banquet at home?

Feng Zhen glanced at his father-in-law, and said with a smile, "This is not clear." ”

Jiang Pengji didn't even ask this question, so they naturally couldn't interfere, so they could only wait for Wei Ci to come back and ask clearly.

Feng Zhen said uncertainly, "But...... Zixiao said that this friend's name is Liuru Zhenren, who is said to be a person from Zhongzhao?"

Six like a real person?

Sun Wen felt that this name was very familiar.

Feng Zhen saw his reaction and asked, "Zaidao knows this person?"

Sun Wen remembered who Liuru Zhenren was.

"Liuru Zhenren is the former master of Zhongzhao Bao'an Guan and the royal worship, Zixiao actually knows such a master. ”

Zhongzhao takes Taoism as the state religion, and Liuru Zhenren is said to have royal blood, and he is the master of the largest Taoist temple in Zhongzhao.

As far as Sun Wen knows, Liuru Zhenren stepped down from the position of the master after his sixtieth birthday, and lived in seclusion outside the world, regardless of Hongchen.

This person is over the age of six, how could he run from Zhongzhao to Chongzhou?

Feng Zhen is staggering.

"Liuru Zhenren has such a big background, how did Zixiao know him?"

Wei Ci didn't know Liuru Zhenren in this life, but he knew in his previous life.

Master Lichen once said to Jiang Pengji that the people in the world who can see the Ziwei Emperor's qi at a glance are not more than five fingers.

Coincidentally, Liuru is one of them.

Wei Ci was dressed in a cyan Confucian shirt, dark green, wearing a cloud scarf on his head, and stepping on clogs, looking like a leisurely gentleman far away from the world.

Opposite him sat a crane-haired and childish Taoist, dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a dusty hand.

The two are fighting fiercely on the chessboard.

"The real chess skills are exquisite, and they are willing to bow down. ”

Wei Ci is good at chess, but he is not the opponent of Liuruzhen.

Not to mention the present, even in his previous life, he often lost to the other party.

Liuru Zhenren smiled lightly and made a mockery, as if the victory or defeat was just a passing moment for him.

"If it weren't for Xiaoyou's pretending to be on his mind and letting Lao Dao take advantage, I'm afraid this game would not be so easy to win. ”

Liuru Zhenren looked at Wei Ci with kind eyes.

He didn't know Wei Ci, but as soon as he saw the other party's face, he knew that Wei Ci knew him.

Wei Ci sighed, "If the demon who steals the emperor's fortune is not eliminated for a day, it will be difficult to be compassionate under it." ”