Chapter 1401

Changsheng: "

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

"Mother, cut God..."

Changsheng was about to salute. He suddenly saw the long knife worn by the woman's waist, and a trace of amazement flashed across his eyes.

Two chopping knives?

Could it be that the foreign woman didn't steal her mother's Sabre? She misunderstood?

It's also true that the palace is heavily guarded and the mother's strength is strong. It's almost impossible to break through many obstacles and steal the divine sabre.

"What's the matter?"

The woman asked her with a smile.

Changsheng explained the matter in detail, slightly embarrassed and said, "my son was reckless and almost led to an unjust case."

"It's very important to know your mistake and correct it. Just send someone to withdraw the instruction. If you encounter it, send someone to send some silver rights as compensation."

Chang Sheng whispered, and a group of four got on the carriage. Wei CI took the initiative to put on a curtain hat to cover the woman's face.

Fushou sat on a woman's lap. He seemed to be used to this intimate relationship. He asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"Huachao Festival is also the birthday. Go out for a spring parade and have fun with the people." The woman smiled, "doesn't Fushou like to go?"

Fushou held his mouth and said, "of course not, just..."

His eyes wandered and looked pitifully at the eldest daughter, as if asking if he could say.

Changsheng said, "today seems to be the sacrificial day of Fushou's biological mother. He has a heavy filial piety. I'm afraid it's not easy to play."

A woman's expression is stiff for a moment.

"I see. Is Fushou 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. A word can make him happy for a long time.

There are many tourists outside. Wei Ci and others wear simple clothes. Women and Changsheng wear covered hats. However, no one has found the identity of several people. Fushou insisted on going down by himself, holding the woman in one hand and Wei CI in the other. He ran two steps with a smile and suddenly jumped up.

"Flying -"

Changsheng followed the three one or two steps behind him. Looking at Fushou's "swing", he couldn't help but curl his mouth and say, "naive."

Fushou didn't hear what she said. He just played with her, and the two adults were happy to cooperate.

The woman looked back at her daughter and said with a smile, "I want to try it in my long life?"

Changsheng looked at his mother, Taifu and his own size. Gao Leng refused this unreasonable suggestion.

Although she was young, she grew very fast, not much worse than a boy of thirteen or fourteen.

This height, how to learn from Fushou, this fat and short bean, learning to "swing"?

A group of four people like an ordinary family to play in the spring. When they are tired, they sit on the ground and taste the food prepared in the morning.

Fushou will eat independently, but he is not proficient in using it. He often applies food residues to the corners of his mouth, and women take the trouble to wipe it for him.

Changsheng looked at them, and his mood was a little complicated. Until his eyes, he also handed a handkerchief with the fragrance of soap horn.

"Taifu!"

Changsheng called out slightly embarrassed.

Wei CI couldn't help smiling and gave her some of her favorite foods in her life.

"Taifu, Gu is not a child."

When he said so, he acted honestly and didn't eat soft.

Taifu's craft can crush the imperial kitchen!

"In your eyes, your highness is always a long way from adulthood."

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

"No, the Taifu prepared it for Gu. What are you going to rob?" Chang Sheng's three or two mouths cleared up a plate.

Fushou immediately counselled when he saw it.

Whine (system)

Your Highness's sister can't stand it.

Four members of the family were eating. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of fiery red and his eyes were slightly frozen.

"Is that foreigner here, too?"

The woman said in surprise, "foreigners? Which one?"

With one finger, I saw a plump and strangely dressed woman leaning on the treetop with her hands around her chest and arms.

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

"The knife in her arms is really similar to the divine chopping knife. No wonder you admit your mistake."

When the woman saw Jiang Pengji's face, she had no other reaction except some appreciation.

Fu Shou was stunned and suddenly said, "this big sister helped Fu Shou just now -"

If the other party hadn't carried him over the wall to buy sacrifices, he couldn't have gone out of the house with his small body.

Among the four people in the party, only Wei Ci's reaction was slightly strange, as if he saw something. This strange ray is fleeting and difficult to capture by the naked eye. If it hadn't been for Jiang Pengji's excellent observation, I'm afraid it would have been wrong. She smiled and said, "I've been looking for most of the day. I've been here - staying in Zixiao's spiritual world and pretending to be him. You're obviously bullying him. You won't use spiritual energy to fight back, will you?"

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

The woman on one side and Changsheng looked frightened and seemed to stop.

Jiang Pengji looked a little cold and shouted at them, "get away! Don't spoil my good deeds!"

As soon as the voice fell, the originally bustling place suddenly became silent, and the surrounding tourists turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving only Jiang Pengji and "Wei Ci". Her blade didn't hinder at all. She cut at the key of "Weici", which was clearly the rhythm of human life.

Wei Ci's look changed dramatically. He managed to avoid the blade of the divine chopping knife.

"This is Weici - you want to kill him, too?"

Jiang Pengji gave a Pooh and said disdainfully, "the counterfeiters of the 18th line still want to be comparable to Zixiao of my family. Just pestle there, I smell a strong smell of cottage goods. Who do you chop if you don't chop? I really think you can impersonate yourself against Zixiao's face?"

"Wei Ci" could not help but twist his expression.

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 not make such an unsightly expression against Zixiao's face?"

Then Jiang Pengji's attack hit like a storm.

This is the spiritual field of Weici. She and the fake in front of her are outsiders, and her movement will be limited to a certain extent.

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

The fake gnashed his teeth and said, "it's really the son of the yuan family. He hasn't died yet!"

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

The fake refused to say, and Jiang Pengji refused.

As they played, the fake realized something was wrong and became more and more gloomy.

"Do you feel it?" Jiang Pengji sneered, "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but the spiritual field is particularly powerful, which can almost match your peak state. Who do you say you choose is bad, but you have to choose Zixiao... Isn't this the way to die?"

The fake said, "it's impossible!"

Such a strong spiritual intensity is not what an ordinary person can achieve. Weici does not meet the conditions.

Jiang Pengji said, "what's impossible? Zixiao's rebirth is definitely not explained by luck. It's mostly someone who set up a game behind his back. You didn't lead Zixiao, it's another person - Zixiao is an ordinary person. He can't naturally have such a strong spiritual power. Can you help him?"