Chapter 1400

Taifu?

Zixiao?

Jiang Pengji secretly looked down and saw a lot of mature Wei CI.

At this time, Wei Ci was in her thirties. She was full of the charm of a mature man. She was dressed in a lake blue Confucian shirt. She was tall and straight. Her painted black eyes were still her familiar taste. But... At this time, Weici had a beard and his beard was trimmed neatly. Although it is not dense and not sloppy as a whole, it conceals three points of beauty, more stable and rigorous, and less young vitality.

For Jiang Pengji, who has more powerful Yan control, she still likes the white faced Wei CI.

What's good about a beard?

Eating is easy to dirty the corners of your mouth. It's troublesome to clean up. It will stab people when making out.

Jiang Pengji squatted on the beam and muttered to herself. The first three people didn't seem to find her, so they spoke to themselves.

Fushou was nervous. Hearing the familiar voice, he suddenly looked up and looked at the girl with tears.

He saluted the girl with a cry.

"Good luck and longevity to the temple and your Highness's sister -"

The girl smiled gently. "I don't need so many gifts in private. Was Fushou worshipping his' biological mother '?"

Even if she was rich and dignified in clothes and detached in status, she was like a lovely and gentle big sister next door. Fushou was cured at once.

Fushou nodded wrongly. His small face was miserable and his white fat fingers were tangled.

It's a taboo to go out of the house without my father's permission to buy sacrifices for my humble biological mother and burn sacrifices in the hospital. At the moment, my highness, who is also a guest, bumped me right. I don't know how angry my father will be. Fushou people are small but emotional. They just avoid their biological mother from the servants in the house like snakes and scorpions. He knows that his father doesn't like his biological mother and doesn't even remember each other's memorial day.

He didn't want his biological mother to be alone underground, but he didn't want to be hated by his father. He was in a dilemma for a time.

"Fushou is very filial." Her Highness smiled and rubbed the little tug on his head, gently saying, "it's nothing to hold a private memorial ceremony, but there are many ways to express filial piety. If you are looked at by outsiders, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the Taifu."

Fushou said tearfully, "will it be like this?"

"In recent days, people are busy with your Majesty's birthday, which is a day for the whole country to celebrate." Your highness sighed, "you offer sacrifices in private in the house. People who know about it say you are worthy of filial piety, but people who don't know it will think you are worthy of punishment - understand?"

Where does Fushou know this?

He even learned about the birthday of his biological mother by chance,

Although the birthday is a major festival, he is young. He only knows that the house is particularly happy on this day. Even his father, who has always been as cold as water, will show a little smile. Last year, he held him to see the night market lanterns. His highness said this, he knew that the birthday of his biological mother hit his Majesty's birthday. Fushou scratched his face and apologized to his Highness's sister seriously, saying that he had learned a lesson.

"That's right! It's not that burning paper money for the dead is filial piety. Fushou listens to the Taifu's words, studies hard with the Taifu, and becomes a pillar when you grow up. Your 'biological mother' knows under the spring and will be happy. Fushou thinks it's right?"

Fushou didn't know why and nodded solemnly.

"Your Highness!"

On one side, Wei CI interrupts the conversation with a voice slightly disapproving.

"What is the Taifu doing so carefully? If he becomes a talent and has a clear ambition in the future, the Taifu can bind him all his life?" The smile on the eldest daughter's face converged slightly and said seriously, "treat him like a brother alone. I will take care of him in the future."

Wei Ci's expression is complex. Where does Fushou know the eye contact between tainv and her father?

He clenched his fist and said, "then Fushou should be as rich as his father, become a famous scholar, and become a Taifu in the future!"

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

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

Fushou tooted his mouth in frustration.

He knows who Fengyou is. He always pinches his face behind his back and says that he is a sick seedling growing 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 must we beat him?" Fushou said, "he is so much older than Fushou. It's unfair."

His highness Changsheng put his hands around his chest and said with a smile, "because he was determined by himself."

Fushou said, "because he is the companion of your Highness's sister?"

Changsheng said, "it's more or less related to this, but the most important thing - he's likable."

Fushou said in dismay, "isn't Fushou liked by your Highness's sister?"

Changsheng rubbed Fushou's fat face, "you silly child, Gu's love for Fushou is different from that for Fengyou."

Don't you just like it?

Of course Fushou doesn't understand.

Only two or two people who understand can't say anything. They can only hang an indifferent smile synchronously.

Wei CI plans to settle accounts with Feng Zhen.

How did he teach his son? How old is your highness this year?

Jiang Pengji plans to turn back and provoke Wan Xiuer, strangle Feng Zhen's pocket money and turn him into a 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 of the house. Your Majesty was born on the flower festival, so the birthday coincides with the flower 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 come down?"

Coax away Weici and Fushou, the smile on Changsheng's face suddenly converges and looks straight at the beam.

Jiang Pengji jumped down lightly. Changsheng subconsciously stepped back. Seeing Jiang Pengji's face, she flashed a little amazing at the bottom of her eyes.

"Foreign people? What's your purpose in hiding on the beam?"

Different from the appearance outline of the Central Plains style, the head is also supported by a flamboyant fire red hair, like a cluster of campfire.

You don't have to look at it. This is by no means the beauty that people in the Central Plains should have.

Changsheng also wanted to ask carefully. When he saw the divine chopping knife she was wearing around her waist, he couldn't help getting angry.

"The thief who broke into the palace!"

It's enough to steal things and steal from the king of a country. These foreigners have great courage!

Without a word, Chang Sheng wanted to do it. The guard outside the house rushed in. Of course, Jiang Pengji smeared oil on the soles of her feet and withdrew directly.

She's not old, but she has good force, but she doesn't have enough skills.

Jiang Pengji runs away. Chang Sheng stares at the direction of her escape. Her eyes are complex.

"Send someone to intercept all the city gates. Once you find this red haired foreigner, catch him immediately! If you resist, kill him!"

Looks so eye-catching that you can recognize it everywhere!

He sneaked into the palace to steal his mother's Sabre... The thief is bold!

"See your majesty for longevity."

When Chang Sheng ran to meet Wei Ci and others, he happened to see that Fu Shou had to bend over and bow, almost falling forward.

His Majesty in Fushou's mouth is a very prosperous woman. She looks only in her early thirties.

She smiled and held Fushou. She picked him up and bumped his weight. Fushou shyly covered his face with his fat hand.

"Fushou can go by himself."

The woman said with a smile, "if Fushou goes by himself, I won't smell the delicious milk fragrance on Fushou."