One Thousand Four Hundred and Six: Wei Ci Assassinated (6)

Changsheng: "..."

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

"Mother, God Slayer..."

Chang Sheng stepped forward and was about to salute, when he suddenly saw the long knife on the woman's waist, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Two god-killing knives?

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

It is also true that the guards in the palace are heavily guarded, and the mother is strong, so it is almost impossible to break through the obstacles and steal the God Zhan Dao.

"What's wrong?"

the woman asked her with a smile.

Changsheng recounted everything that happened just now, and said with a little embarrassment, "My son was reckless, and it almost led to an unjust case."

"Knowing your mistakes can make a big difference. You can send someone to withdraw the order. If you encounter it, send someone to send some money as compensation."

Chang Sheng said softly, and the group of four got into the carriage, and Wei Ci took the initiative to put on a veil to cover the woman's face.

Fushou sat on the woman's lap, he seemed very used to this kind of intimacy, and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

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

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

His eyes wandered, and he looked pitifully at the Empress Changsheng, as if asking if he could speak.

Changsheng said, "Today seems to be the memorial day for Fushou's 'birth mother'. He has a lot of filial piety, so I'm afraid it's not easy to open up and play."

The woman's expression froze for a moment.

"I see, Fushou is very filial." Touching the small knob on Fushou's head, Fushou smiled shyly.

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

There were many tourists outside, Wei Ci and others were dressed plainly, women and Chang Sheng were all wearing veiled hats to cover their faces, but no one found out their identities. Fushou insisted on going down to the ground by himself,

Holding the woman in one hand and Wei Ci in the other, he ran for two steps with a smile, and suddenly jumped up.

"Fly—"

Chang Sheng followed one or two steps behind the three of them, watching Fu Shou "swinging", he couldn't help curling his lips and said, "Childish."

Fushou never heard her words, and played around by himself, and the two adults were also happy to cooperate.

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

Changsheng looked at his mother, Taifu and himself, and Gao Leng rejected this unreasonable suggestion.

Although she is not very old, she has grown rapidly in size, not much worse than a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

With this height, how can he learn to "swing" like Fushou, a fat and short Douding?

A group of four is like an ordinary family going out for a spring outing. Tired of playing, they sit on the floor and taste the food prepared early in the morning.

Fu Shou can eat independently, but he is not proficient in using it. He often smears food residue on the corners of his mouth, and the woman takes the trouble to wipe it off for him.

Looking at the two of them, Chang Sheng felt a little complicated, until he also passed a handkerchief exuding the fragrance of saponins before his eyes.

"Teacher!"

Changsheng called out in a little embarrassment.

Wei Ci couldn't help showing his face and chuckling, and picked out some of Changsheng's favorite foods for her.

"Teacher, I'm not a child anymore."

He said so in his mouth, but his actions were honest, and he didn't taste soft-spoken when he ate it.

Taifu's craftsmanship can crush the imperial chef!

"In the eyes of the minister, His Highness is always a little away from becoming an adult."

Just after he finished speaking, Fushou also noticed the situation here, and opened his mouth while yelling, "Fushou wants too, ah—"

"No, Taifu prepared it for Gu, what are you going to grab?" Chang Sheng cleared the plate in twos and threes.

Seeing this, Fushou immediately gave up.

啦咕咕(╥╯^╰╥)

Your Highness's sister can't stand it.

A family of four was eating, when Changsheng caught a glimpse of a flaming red from the corner of his eye, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"That foreigner is also here?"

The woman asked in surprise, "Fanbang people? Which one?"

Changsheng pointed, and sure enough, he saw a plump woman in a strange dress leaning on a treetop with her arms crossed.

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

"The knife in her arms is indeed similar to the Zhanshen Sword, no wonder you will admit it."

When the woman saw Jiang Pengji's face, she had no reaction other than admiring it.

Fushou was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said, "This big sister helped Fushou just now—"

If the other party hadn't carried him over the wall to buy sacrifices, it would have been impossible for Fushou to climb out of the house with his small body.

Among the four of them, only Wei Ci's reaction was slightly weird, and his expression froze for a moment, but this weirdness was fleeting and difficult to catch with the naked eye. If it wasn't for Jiang Pengji's excellent observation, I'm afraid there will be mistakes. She smiled and said, "I've been looking for it for a long time, so it's here—staying in Zixiao's spiritual world and pretending to be him. You're clearly bullying him and won't use mental energy to fight back, right?"

Without waiting for "Wei Ci" to say anything, Jiang Pengji drew her knife and rushed down from the tree, the blade hit her face.

Seeing this, the women 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 of them, "Go away! Don't spoil my good deeds!"

As soon as the words fell, the place that was still full of excitement suddenly became silent, and the tourists around turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace, only Jiang Pengji and "Wei Ci" remained. Her blade didn't hinder in the slightest, and it slashed at "Wei Ci"'s vital point, clearly in a rhythm that would kill him.

"Wei Ci"'s expression changed drastically, and he managed to dodge to avoid the blade of Zhan Shen Dao.

"This is Wei Ci—you want to kill him too?"

Jiang Pengji snorted, and said disdainfully, "The counterfeit on the 18th line still wants to be comparable to my Zixiao. You just stand there, and I can smell a strong counterfeit smell. If you don't kill you, who will you kill? Really think Can you pretend to be the deity with Zixiao's face?"

"Wei Ci" couldn't help but distort his expression a bit.

When he saw Jiang Pengji's flamboyant fiery red hair, his expression instantly became gloomy, comparable to a constipated face.

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

Saying that, Jiang Pengji's attack hit like a violent storm.

This is Wei Ci's spiritual realm. She and the impostor in front of her are considered outsiders, and their actions will be restricted.

In this case, they can only fight recklessly with force.

The counterfeit gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, he is the son of the Jiang family, and he is still alive!"

Jiang Pengji was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

The counterfeit refused to say anything, Jiang Pengji refused to let her go.

The two were fighting, and the counterfeit realized something was wrong, and became more gloomy.

"Did you feel it?" Jiang Pengji sneered, "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but his spiritual domain is exceptionally strong, almost comparable to your peak state. Who do you think is not good for you to choose, but Zixiao... Isn't this asking for death?"

The counterfeit insisted, "It's impossible!"

Jiang Pengji said, "Is there anything impossible? Zixiao's rebirth, this experience is definitely not something that can be explained by luck, it's probably because someone set up a trick behind the scenes. It wasn't you who brought Zixiao here, it was naturally other people--"