Eight Hundred and Sixteenth: Jianzhou Capital, Set in Beijing (5)

What is he sad about?

Because of the names of the two children?

Jiang Pengji's heart trembled, and she vaguely guessed something.

"What special significance do these two names have for you?"

Wei Ci secretly took a deep breath to relieve the pulling pain from his chest, and his pale face returned to a little rosy.

"It doesn't have any special meaning."

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

Jiang Pengji didn't ask further, but instead asked, "Changsheng often stays at your house? Where is she?"

Wei Ci got up to lead the way, he was the only master in the mansion, and the other servants had their own residences, so most of the rooms in the mansion were vacant. Because Changsheng often came to disturb her, Wei Ci simply prepared a room for her, and the interior decoration was very elegant.

Jiang Pengji said with a funny smile, "This girl is sleeping soundly, but the way she sleeps is really terrible."

Children from wealthy families have norms in every word, deed, and every action, and even their sleeping positions must be corrected forcibly.

A sleeping posture like Changsheng's sprawled, placed in other people's homes would be named and criticized, and even the servants who served him would be punished.

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

Seeing that Chang Sheng's cheeks were flushed from sleep, and he kicked the quilt to the bottom of the bed with shaking feet, he couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to cover her with the thin quilt.

Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci without saying a word for a long time, and directly looked at Wei Ci as uncomfortable, and wanted to avoid it but couldn't avoid it.

In the end, he could only ask Jiang Pengji with a wry smile, "My lord, why are you looking at Ci like this? But there are flowers growing on your face?"

Only then did Jiang Pengji look away, letting Wei Ci breathe a sigh of relief.

But what she asked next scared him so much that his hands and feet became stiff, he broke out in a cold sweat, and almost forgot to breathe.

"Zixiao is almost twenty-four this year, right? Why is there still no movement at home?"

In the era of the audience in the live broadcast room, twenty-four years old is just the age of high-spirited and vigorous after graduating from college, and there is no rush to start a family.

In Jiang Pengji's era,

Twenty-four years old is considered a minor at the legal level, and he is not at the legal marriage age at all.

In this day and age, a normal twenty-four-year-old man, with a little extra flair, can start a baseball team for his kids.

Look at Wei Ci, not only is he not married, he doesn't even have a concubine's room, and he doesn't have a concubine. His nightlife on weekdays is just working with official duties.

When he is free, he either visits relatives and friends or spends time with books, and has never set foot in the world of mortals.

He is clearly an ordinary person living in the world of mortals, but he lives like an ascetic.

"How can a man get married without making any achievements?" Wei Ci threw out a panacea excuse, "What's more, marriage needs the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers. Now that the father and family are all under the imperial edict, I'm afraid they can't take care of kindness. Now Don't worry, delay for another year, don't worry."

Jiang Pengji laughed.

"Haven't made an inch of merit? How could it be? Zixiao is too humble about this. In terms of merit, few people can compare with you."

What Jiang Pengji said was not flattery, it was from the bottom of her heart.

Wei Ci acts in a low-key manner and has a weak sense of presence, but can his contributions be considered insignificant?

Among other things, just one piece of "farming" can make him occupy a corner in the history books.

Throughout the past and present, how many people struggled all their lives for the four words of "keeping their name in history", and who succeeded in achieving it in the end?

Wei Ci said that he didn't make any merit, in Jiang Pengji's view, he was too humble.

"As for the matchmaker's words and the orders of your parents, special measures are used in special times. Your relatives and clan members are all in the imperial edict thousands of miles away. You don't know them in this life and there is no chance of reunion. If you never see them, you still have to Do you really intend to be single for the rest of your life?"

Wei Ci raised his head at this time, his expression was frighteningly calm, and his eyes were so deep that it was hard for others to see.

Jiang Pengji suggested with a smile, "Why don't you do this, I'll come forward to match you up."

After speaking, she found that Wei Ci's eyes and expression became extremely complicated, as if there was a war between heaven and man in his heart, and the outcome of the battle was hard to tell.

Wei Ci's thoughts were dragged into the quagmire by memories, fragments of the past flashed before his eyes.

【You take the child back, you know what to do. 】

[The minister, the minister knows that Teng's concubine Mi's blood collapsed with yesterday's dystocia, and she desperately 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 the full power to decide all matters, and you don't have to ask me. 】

The world was initially settled, 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 officials.

At this time, His Majesty was pregnant for the second time, and everyone focused on this fetus, eagerly hoping to give birth to a prince.

It's a pity that the current situation is turbulent and natural disasters continue.

The rebels of the Red Lotus Sect went against the grain, and even spread the teachings to the inner houses of officials in the court. After careful planning, they were ready to assassinate.

In the chaos, His Majesty gave birth with difficulty.

That's the expected boy.

He was supposed to be crowned prince as soon as he was born, but it is a pity that the child's blessings were poor, and he lost his breath as soon as he was born, so he had to be crowned prince Zhang Zuo.

After suffering such a catastrophe, it is difficult for His Majesty to conceive again.

The country must not have no heirs, and the matter of establishing a princess has been brought to light again.

This time, the officials were as quiet as a chicken and dared not raise any objections.

【Wei Zixiao, you should understand... If Fushou is 'alive', the only end for me and Changsheng is death...】

【I understand that I will definitely take good care of Fushou. 】

Before the five countries were unified, the struggle for power was not obvious, but when the country was unified, all kinds of conflicts broke out.

From His Majesty's fortune to his ascension to the throne, the aristocratic family has always been in the stage of being suppressed.

After the country was unified, the vitally weakened family could only form an alliance in private, trying to compete with His Majesty to seize power.

Wei Ci knew that there must be no "Prince" at this time.

Therefore, Fushou, who had just been born, could only be forced to "die early", and changed his appearance to become the son of Teng's concubine Mi in Wei Ci's mansion.

The key is this concubine Teng Mi, that is a fabricated character.

Fortunately, Wei Ci didn't have a high sense of presence, and he acted in a well-regulated manner. The important officials who fought fiercely didn't pay attention to him at all.

No one connected Prince Zhang Zuo, who died young, with Wei Ci's concubine son.

When Wei Ci fell into reminiscence and couldn't extricate himself, Jiang Pengji's face was enlarged in front of his eyes, causing him to lean back violently in fright.

Fortunately, both of them were kneeling, otherwise he would have slammed the back of his head on the ground if he dodged so much.

"If I tell Zishi that I want to give him a beauty, he will definitely go crazy with joy. Why don't you want to?"

Jiang Pengji put one hand on the ground next to his ear, and looked at Wei Ci's pale and panicked face with a smile.

She said helplessly, "I'm not a scourge. Every time you approach you, you always look frightened."

Wei Ci took a deep breath, his thoughts became much clearer.

"Ci isn't very courageous, the lord will be frightened if he teases her like this."

Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue, her words were a bit resentful.

Wei Ci said, "Can my lord stand up, it's inappropriate, it will damage your reputation."

"Your mansion is empty, and no one is guarding it outside. Who would know?"

Wei Ci couldn't push the person away, his complexion was red and white, and even the red threads at the corners of his eyes were filled with shame.

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

Taking advantage of Wei Ci's effort to tidy up with her head down, she said meaningfully, "The name is not important, the important thing is the person." To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: