Chapter 811

What is he sad about?

Because of the names of the two children?

Jiang Pengji guessed something faintly.

"What do these two names mean to you?"

Weici took a deep breath to relieve the pain of pulling from his chest, and his pale face returned to a little ruddy.

"There is no special significance."

He answered with a smile, but the smile on his face looked a little haggard and weak.

Jiang Pengji didn't ask, but instead said, "Chang Sheng often sleeps at your house? Where does she sleep?"

Weici got up to lead the way. He was the only master in the house. The other servants had their own houses, so most of the rooms in the house were free. Because Chang Sheng often came to disturb her, Wei CI simply prepared a special room for her, and the interior dress was very elegant.

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "the girl slept well, but her sleeping appearance was really bad."

Children of high families have norms in their words, deeds and every move, and even their sleeping posture should be forcibly corrected.

If the sleeping position like Changsheng is placed in other people's homes and will be criticized by name, even the servants who serve will be punished.

"Although the weather is getting hotter, it's not good to always kick the quilt."

Seeing that Chang Sheng slept with red cheeks, Wei CI shook his feet and kicked the quilt under the bed. He couldn't help laughing and raised his hand to cover the thin quilt for her.

Jiang Pengji looked at Wei CI for a long time without saying anything. She directly looked at the other party and felt uncomfortable. She wanted to avoid, but she couldn't avoid it.

Finally, he could only ask Jiang Pengji with a bitter smile, "what's the Lord doing looking at CI? But there are flowers on his face?"

Jiang Pengji then moved away from her sight and let Tzu Chi Wei breathe a sigh of relief.

But the words she asked directly made his hands and feet stiff, cold sweat and almost forgot to breathe.

"Zixiao is almost twenty this year. Is there four? Why is there still no movement at home?"

In the era of the audience in the live broadcasting room, 24 was the age of high spirits after graduating from college. There was no hurry to start a family.

In Jiang Pengji's time, 24 years old was a minor at the legal level, and it was not the legal age for marriage at all.

In this era, a normal 24-year-old man with a little romantic and playful can form a baseball team.

Look at Wei CI. He is not only unmarried, but also has no concubine room or room. His nightlife is to be with official business.

In his spare time, he either visited relatives and friends or spent time with books. He never set foot in the romantic land of the world of mortals.

Obviously, he is an ordinary man in the world of mortals, but he lives like an ascetic monk.

"Why do you start a family when your husband hasn't done anything?" Wei CI threw out a golden excuse, "what's more, marriage needs the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Now all the fathers are in the imperial edict, I'm afraid they can't take care of kindness. Now it's not urgent. It's not urgent to delay another year."

Jiang Pengji smiled.

"Didn't make an inch of merit? How could it be? Zixiao is too modest about it. Few people can compare with you in terms of merit."

Jiang Pengji's words are not in favor of killing. They are true words from the bottom of her heart.

Weici is low-key and has a weak sense of existence, but can he make little contribution?

Apart from other things, just a "tuntian" can make him occupy a corner in history books.

Throughout ancient and modern times, how many people have fought for the four words "famous in history" all their lives, and who has succeeded in achieving it in the end?

Wei CI said he didn't make any contribution. In Jiang Pengji's opinion, he was too modest.

"As for the words of the matchmaker and the orders of your parents, special measures should be taken in special times. Your relatives and people are all in the imperial edict thousands of miles away. You don't know and have no chance to meet again in this life. If you can't see them all the time, do you really intend to be alone all your life?"

At this time, Wei CI raised his head, his expression was frighteningly calm, and his eyes were deep and difficult for others to pry.

Jiang Pengji suggested with a smile, "why don't you do this? I'll go out and get you married."

With that, she found that Wei Ci's eyes and expression became extremely complex. It seemed that there was a battle between heaven and man, and it was difficult to win or lose.

Weici's thoughts were pulled into the mire by memories, and the fragments of the past twinkled in front of him.

You know what to do when you take the child back

[minister and Minister know that MI, Teng's concubine, died of dystocia yesterday and gave birth to a son... Does your majesty want to give the child a nickname?]

[... Call it Fushou... From now on, he will take your surname. You have full control over all matters without asking me.]

The world was settled at the beginning, and all the ministers were worried about the emperor's heir. His majesty wanted to make the eldest daughter the heir, but was obstructed by the speech official.

At this time, when his Majesty was pregnant for the second time, everyone focused on this baby and was eager to give birth to the prince.

Unfortunately, the current situation is turbulent and natural disasters continue.

The traitors of the Honglian sect acted perversely and even introduced their teachings into the houses of officials in the court. After careful planning, they prepared to assassinate.

In the chaos, your majesty struggled to give birth.

That's a popular male fetus.

He should have been granted the crown prince as soon as he was born. Unfortunately, the child's blessing is thin. He has no breath as soon as he was born. He can only be granted the crown prince Zhang Zuo.

In this disaster, your majesty can't conceive again.

The country must not have heirs, and the establishment of tainv was mentioned in the public.

This time, all officials are as quiet as a chicken. They dare not have any objection again.

[Wei Zixiao, you should understand... If Fu Shou is' alive ', I will only end up dead...]

I understand that I will bring up Fu Shou well

Before the reunification of the five countries, the dispute over rights was not obvious, but when the country was unified, all contradictions broke out.

The aristocratic family has always been suppressed from his Majesty's rise to the throne of God.

After the reunification of the country, the weakened aristocratic family can only form an alliance in private to compete with his majesty and seize power.

Wei CI knows that there must be no "Prince" at this time.

Therefore, the newly born Fushou was forced to "die early" and became the son of MI, the Teng concubine in Weici's house.

The key is the Teng concubine MI, who is still a fictional figure.

Fortunately, Wei CI didn't have a high sense of existence and behaved in a regular way. The important officials who fought fiercely didn't notice him at all.

No one linked Prince Zhang Zuo, who died early, with Wei Ci's concubine.

When Wei Ci was unable to extricate himself from his memory, Jiang Pengji's face enlarged in front of him, which made him suddenly tilt back.

Fortunately, both of them were kneeling, otherwise he would have hit the back of his head hard if he avoided so much.

"If I tell Zishi that I want to give him beauty, he must be crazy. Why don't you want to?"

Jiang Pengji put her hand on the ground beside his ear and looked at Wei Ci's panicked and pale face with a smile.

She said helplessly, "I'm not a monster. Every time I get close to you, you always show a frightened look."

Wei CI took a deep breath and his thoughts were clear.

"You don't have much courage. If your Lord teases you like this, you will naturally be frightened."

Jiang Pengji tutted. Her resentment was heavy.

Weici said, "Lord, can you get up? It's inappropriate and will damage your reputation."

"Your mansion is empty and no one is watching outside. Who will know?"

Wei CI couldn't push people away. His face turned red and white, and even the red silk in the corners of his eyes was ashamed.

Jiang Pengji couldn't push people too hard, so she had to get up.

Taking advantage of Wei Ci's efforts to straighten out her head, she said meaningfully, "the name is not important, the important thing is people."