Immortal: "......"

I really don't want to admit that the woman who looks like a trafficker is my mother.

"Mother, slash the gods......"

Changsheng stepped forward and was about to salute, when he saw the long knife worn by the woman's waist, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Two slashing knives?

Could it be that the Fanbang woman didn't steal her mother's saber, she misunderstood?

is also said that the palace is heavily guarded, and the mother is strong, and it is almost impossible to break through the many obstacles and steal the divine sword.

"What's wrong?"

The woman asked her with a smile.

Changsheng explained everything just now, and said with a little embarrassment, "The reckless recklessness of the reckless son almost led to an unjust case. ”

"Knowing your mistakes can improve the great way, you can send someone to withdraw the order. If you do, send someone to send some silver as compensation. ”

Changsheng whispered, and the group of four got into the carriage, and Wei Ci took the initiative to put a curtain hat on the woman to cover her face.

Fu Shou sat on the woman's lap, he seemed to be very accustomed to this kind of intimate relationship, and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where is this going?"

"The Flower Dynasty Festival is also the birthday day, go out to the spring parade, and have fun with the people. The woman smiled, "Don't you like Fushou to go?"

Fushou held his mouth and said, "Naturally not, it's just ......"

His eyes wandered, looking pitifully at the princess Changsheng, as if asking if he could say anything.

Changsheng said, "Today seems to be the sacrifice day of Fushou's 'biological mother', he is filial piety, I'm afraid it's not good to open up and play." ”

There was a momentary stiffness in the woman's expression.

"I see, Fushou is very filial. Touching the little tug on Fushou's head, Fushou showed a shy smile.

For him, His Majesty's praise is as precious as his father's praise, and a word can make him happy for a long time.

There were many tourists outside, Wei Ci and the others were dressed plainly, and the women and immortals were wearing curtains to cover their faces, but no one found out the identities of a few people. Fu Shou insisted on going down to the ground and walking by himself, holding the woman in one hand and Wei Ci in the other, ran two steps with a smile, and suddenly jumped up.

"Fly-"

Changsheng followed a step or two behind the three of them, looked at Fushou "swinging", and couldn't help pouting, "Childish." ”

Fushou didn't hear her words, so he was joking, and the two adults were happy to cooperate.

The woman looked back at her daughter and said with a smile, "Changsheng also wants to try?"

Changsheng glanced at his mother, Taifu, and his own size, and Gao Leng rejected this vexatious 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 you learn to "swing" with Fushou, a fat and short bean ding?

A group of four people went out to play in spring like an ordinary family, sat on the ground when they were tired of playing, and tasted the food prepared in the morning.

Fu Shou will eat independently, but he is not skilled in using it, and often smears food scraps to the corners of his mouth, and women take the trouble to wipe them for him.

Changsheng looked at the two of them, his mood was a little complicated, until he also handed a handkerchief with the fragrance of soaphorn in front of him.

"Taifu!"

Changsheng called out in a slightly embarrassed voice.

Wei Ci couldn't help but chuckle lightly, and picked a few of Changsheng's favorite foods to eat for her.

"Taifu, Lone is not a child. ”

When he said this, his actions were honest, and he didn't taste soft.

Taifu's craftsmanship can crush the imperial kitchen!

"In the eyes of the ministers, His Royal Highness is always one step away from adulthood. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Fushou also noticed the situation here, and opened his mouth while shouting, "Fushou too, ah-"

"No, Taifu prepared it for Lonely, what are you going to rob?"

Seeing this, Fushou immediately coaxed.

嘤嘤嘤(╥╯^╰╥)

His Royal Highness's sister can't help it.

A family of four was eating, and Changsheng Yuguang caught a glimpse of a fiery red, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"That Fanbang guy is here too?"

The woman said in surprise, "Which one is from Fanbang?"

Changsheng pointed with his hand, and sure enough, he saw a plump and strangely dressed woman leaning against the treetops, her hands clasped around her chest and arms.

While they were looking at Jiang Pengji, Jiang Pengji was also watching them.

"The knife in her arms is really similar to the sword of the gods, no wonder you will admit your mistake. ”

When the woman saw Jiang Pengji's face, she didn't react except for some appreciation.

Fu Shou was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "This big sister also helped Fu Shou just now-"

If it weren't for the other party holding him over the wall to buy sacrifices, it would be impossible to get out of the house by climbing over the wall with Fushou's small body.

There were four people in the group, only Wei Ci's reaction was slightly weird, and his expression stiffened for a moment, but this wisp of weirdness was fleeting and difficult to catch with the naked eye. If it weren't for Jiang Pengji's excellent observation, I am afraid that it would be wrong and missing. She smiled and said, "I've been looking for most of the day, and it turns out that I'm here—staying in Zixiao's spiritual world and pretending to be his appearance, you are obviously bullying him and won't use spiritual energy to fight back, right?"

Without waiting for "Wei Ci" to say anything, Jiang Pengji directly drew her knife and rushed down from the tree, and the blade struck directly at the door.

Seeing this, the woman and Changsheng on the side looked horrified, as if they wanted to stop them.

Jiang Pengji's expression was slightly cold, and she shouted at the two, "Get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, the place that was still lively instantly 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, slashing at the vital point of "Wei Ci", which was clearly the rhythm of human life.

"Wei Ci's" expression changed drastically, and he barely dodged to avoid the blade of the God Slashing Knife.

"This is Wei Ci - you want to kill too?"

Jiang Pengji snorted and said disdainfully, "The imposters of the eighteenth line still want to be comparable to my family's filial piety." Just when you are there, I smell a strong smell of copycats, who will you cut if you don't cut it? I really think that I can pretend to be the deity with Zixiao's face?"

Wei Ci's expression couldn't help but distort a little.

When he saw Jiang Pengji's flamboyant red hair, his expression was instantly gloomy seven or eight degrees, comparable to a constipated face.

"I said-can you stop making such an unsightly expression on Zixiao's face?"

As he spoke, Jiang Pengji's attack hit like a storm.

This is Wei Ci's spiritual realm, and both she and the impostor in front of her are outsiders, and their actions will be restricted to a certain extent.

In this case, they can only fight hard by force.

The impostor gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, it's the cub of the Jiang family, and it's not dead yet!"

Jiang Pengji was stunned, "What do you mean?"

The imposter refused to say it, and Jiang Pengji did not forgive.

As the two of them played, the imposter realized that something was wrong and became more and more gloomy.

"You feel it, right?" Jiang Pengji sneered, "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but the spiritual realm is extraordinarily powerful, almost comparable to your state at your peak. You say it's not good who you choose, but you have to choose Zixiao...... Isn't that self-defeating?"

The imposter said, "This can't be!"

Jiang Pengji said, "What is impossible? Zixiao was reborn in a lifetime, this experience is definitely not explained by the word luck, most likely someone is behind the scenes." It wasn't you who brought Zixiao, it was naturally someone else—"