Taifu?

Zixiao?

Jiang Pengji secretly looked down, and sure enough, she saw Wei Ci, who had grown a lot.

At this time, Wei Ci looked at her thirties, with the charm of a mature man, wearing a lake blue Confucian shirt, with a tall posture, and her lacquer-like black eyes were still familiar to her. It's just that...... At this time, Wei Ci had already grown a beard, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Although it is not dense, and the overall look is not sloppy, but it covers up three points of beauty, a little more stable and rigorous, and a little less youthful vitality.

For Jiang Pengji, who is more powerful in Yan control, she still likes the white-faced and beardless Wei Ci.

What's so good about growing a beard?

It's easy to get dirty at the corners of your mouth when eating, it's troublesome to clean up, and it can stab people when you're making love.

Jiang Pengji squatted on the beam of the room and muttered secretly, and the three people below didn't seem to notice that she was a big living person, and spoke to themselves.

Fushou was anxious, heard a familiar voice, raised his head suddenly, and looked at the girl with tears in his eyes.

He saluted the girl in a crying voice.

"Fushou to the palace, Your Royal Highness's sister please be safe-"

The girl smiled gently, "You don't need to be so polite in private." Fushou was worshipping his 'birth mother' just now?"

Even if she was dressed rich and had a transcendent status, at this time she was like a cute and gentle big sister next door, and Fushou was cured at once.

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

Without the permission of his father, he went out of the house to buy sacrifices for his low-born biological mother, and burned and worshiped in the courtyard, which was a taboo, and at this time he was hit by His Royal Highness the princess who came to the door, and I don't know how angry my father will be. Fushou is small but emotionally sensitive, just from the servants in the palace to avoid the matter of his biological mother like a snake and scorpion, he knows that his father does not like his biological mother, and he doesn't even remember the other party's sacrifice day.

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

"Fushou is very filial. Her Royal Highness smiled and rubbed the little tugs on his head, and said gently, "It's nothing to pay tribute in private, but there are many ways to express filial piety, and if it is looked down upon by outsiders, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the Taifu." ”

Fushou said with tears in his eyes, "Will this be the case?"

"In recent days, the people have been busy with His Majesty's birthday, which is a day of celebration for the whole country. Her Royal Highness sighed, "You are privately offering sacrifices in the palace, and those who know say that you are filial piety, but those who don't know will think that you are punishable—understand?"

How did Fushou know this?

He even learned about his birth mother's sacrifice day by chance.

Although the birthday is a major festival, he is young, he only knows that this day is particularly joyful, even his father, who has always been as cold as water, will show a little smile, and last year he also took him to see the night market lanterns - His Royal Highness said this, he knew that the birth mother's sacrifice day hit His Majesty's birthday. Fushou scratched his little face, apologized to His Royal Highness's sister seriously, and solemnly said 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 Taifu's words carefully, follows Taifu seriously, and becomes a pillar of talent when he grows up.

Fu Shou didn't know why, and nodded solemnly.

"Your Highness!"

Wei Ci on the side interrupted the conversation between the two with a slight disapproval.

"What is Taifu doing so cautiously? If Fushou is successful in the future and has the ambition of Qingyun, can Taifu still restrain him for the rest of his life?" The smile on Tainu Changsheng's face was slightly retracted, and he said seriously, "Treat him like a brother, and I will take care of him more in the future." ”

Wei Ci's expression was complicated, how did Fushou know that the princess and her father made eye contact with each other?

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

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

"It's hard. Feng You is much more knowledgeable than you, even if you are a Taifu, you have to win him. ”

Fukushou pouted in frustration.

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

He didn't like Feng You, but his father often boasted to him about how good Feng You was, which was a great blow to his young mind.

"Why do you have to beat him?" Fushou said, "He's so much older than Fushou, it's not fair." ”

His Royal Highness Changsheng clasped his hands around his chest and said with a smile, "Because he was set by the solitary." ”

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

Changsheng said, "It has something to do with this, but the most important thing is that he likes Gu." ”

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

Changsheng rubbed Fushou's fat face, "You stupid child, Lone's liking for Fushou is different from his liking for Fengyou." ”

Isn't liking just liking?

Of course Fushou doesn't understand.

The only two who understood couldn't say anything, so they could only smile indifferently on their expressions.

Wei Ci secretly rubbed and planned to settle accounts with Feng Zhen.

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

Jiang Pengji plans to turn around and provoke Wan Xiu'er, strangle Feng Zhen's pocket money, and make him a complete ascetic!

Changsheng smiled and coaxed Fu Shou, and asked Wei Ci to take Fu Shou to change into clean clothes and prepare to go out of the house to play. His Majesty was born on the Flower Dynasty Festival, so the birthday coincides with the Flower Dynasty Festival. There are many and lively folk activities, and it is one of the most lively festivals of the year.

"Your Excellency can come down?"

Coaxed away Wei Ci and Fushou, the smile on Changsheng's face was retracted and clean, and his eyes looked directly at the beams of the house.

Jiang Pengji jumped down, Changsheng subconsciously took half a step back, and when he saw Jiang Pengji's face, a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Fanbang, what is the purpose of hiding on the beam?"

Different from the Central Plains style physiognomy outline, the head is also crowned with a flamboyant fiery red hair, as if it is a bonfire.

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

Changsheng still wanted to ask carefully, and suddenly saw the God Slashing Knife on her waist, and couldn't help but be furious.

"The thief who trespassed on the palace!"

It's just stealing things, and stealing from the head of the king of a country, this state is very bold!

Without saying a word, Changsheng wanted to make a move, and the guards guarding outside the house also rushed in, and Jiang Pengji of course smeared oil on the soles of his feet and withdrew directly.

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

Jiang Pengji fled, and Changsheng stared at the direction of her escape, his eyes were complicated.

"Send people to intercept the city gates, and once you find this red-haired Fanbang, capture it immediately! If there is resistance, you will be killed!"

The appearance is so eye-catching, you can recognize it everywhere you go!

actually sneaked into the palace to steal his mother's saber...... This thief is bold!

"Fushou see Your Majesty. ”

When Changsheng ran to meet Wei Ci and the others, he happened to see Fushou bending down with great effort, and almost fell forward one by one.

His Majesty in Fushou's mouth is a woman with a good appearance, and she looks like she is only in her early thirties.

She smiled and hugged Fu Shou, picked him up and turned the weight upside down, Fu Shou shyly covered his face with his fat hand.

"Fushou can go on his own. ”

The woman smiled, "If Fushou leaves by himself, I won't be able to smell the good smell of milk on Fushou." ”