Nine Hundred and Sixty-Seven: War in Northern Xinjiang (4)

"Not strong enough—come again—"

Jiang Pengji held a wooden sword in her left hand, with a relaxed and playful smile on her face, bullying her little friend cheekily.

"Oh, it's because I didn't eat enough in the morning, or I don't want to eat lunch. Is the soft force trying to tickle me?"

She blocked it with her hand, and with a little force on her wrist, she easily pushed away the sweaty, breastfeeding little carrot head.

"No, no - are you going to kill the enemy or give the enemy a head? If you miss a hit, you will fall into a passive position."

Jiang Pengji bullied her little friend viciously, and the audience in the live broadcast room felt distressed.

[Tiya Tata]: Anchor, you have fallen—why you bully Beijiang, you have to find three children to be unlucky.

[Mo Xingyou]: The anchor is not considered bullying, is it? She used the sword in her left hand, and her feet never left the spot.

[Akatris]: Hehe—not to mention only using a left-handed sword, even using one finger is considered bullying a little friend.

[Yamada Mia]: Don't worry about it, I think it's cute that the three carrot heads are giving away heads one after another.

Jiang Pengji ignored the content of the barrage, smiled and narrowed her eyes at the three children who were bending over and panting.

"You still refuse to admit defeat?"

"deny!"

She originally wanted to ask where Wei Ci was, but as soon as she left the government affairs hall, she saw three children practicing fencing with wooden swords in the yard.

These three children are no strangers, they are Qi Guanrang's daughter, Feng Zhen's son and Sun Wen's grandson.

Although the three children are young, they still have decent swordsmanship, and Jiang Pengji will personally guide them when she has nothing to do.

Ok--

One-sided massacre, accompanied by mental attacks.

Qi Guanrang's daughter was out of breath, she was hitting the ground with the small wooden sword in her hand, she bent slightly, her little face was flushed red.

Sun Wen's grandson was so tired that tears flowed out. Hearing Jiang Pengji's "provocation", he bit his lower lip and shook his head.

Feng Yi was the best performer. He looked weak, but he always maintained his demeanor. He would rather breathe quickly than pant.

"At a young age, everyone has a stubborn temper. How difficult it is to say that you are tired, what are you doing?"

Jiang Pengji sighed with emotion, she put the wooden sword in her hand aside, and beckoned to the three little ones.

"Come here, I'll take you to the kitchen to find something delicious."

Jiang Pengji was the master of the three little elders, they didn't dare to be disobedient, so they obediently followed.

When several parents came to look for the children, they happened to see the owner of the house directing three disheveled children to barbecue with all his heart.

Feng Yi has a serious look on her face, baking well.

Sun Lan was in a hurry, with an unknown sauce on her face.

Qi Guan Jinghui was more laid back, mainly responsible for carrying firewood and lighting the fire, her snow-white face was dusty.

"Yo - you are all here, do you want to try their handicrafts?"

Jiang Pengji shook the nearly charred skewers in her hand, this was Sun Lan's finished product, the taste was indescribable.

Sun Wen watched his protagonist sitting on the ground without any image, and the nerves in the corners of his mouth couldn't help but get out of control.

The majesty of the lord is gone.

Seeing that the elders came, the three children were not saluting, nor were they not saluting, they could only pinch the skewers awkwardly.

Sun Wen wanted to call his grandson over so that he would not offend Jiang Pengji when he was young and ignorant, but since he had just arrived and Qi Guan Rang and Feng Zhen beside him hadn't spoken yet, he couldn't speak first. The reactions of Feng Zhen and Qi Guan Rang are also very distinctive, fully fitting their personalities.

Feng Zhen joined the ranks of "squeezing child laborers" with a smile, and took away the fruits baked by his son openly, and commented a few words by the way.

"It's too burnt, the sauce is not spread evenly, and the taste is still strong. Be careful next time."

Qi Guanrang kept a serious face, his eyes drifted to his daughter, silently conveying something.

Qi Guan Jinghui put down the firewood, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, raised her head, and pulled Qi Guan Rang's sleeve.

"Daddy—"

"It's not how you make a fire, you have to be skillful."

Qi Guan kept the father and daughter from talking too much, always giving people an illusion——

They use brain waves to communicate!

Sun Wen: "..."

I always feel like I should do something.

In order to appear different.

Barbecue can't be lunch either, Jiang Pengji has asked the kitchen to prepare a light lunch.

Sending the three little ones to take a nap, Jiang Pengji asked Feng Zhen.

"Did Zixiao say when he'll be back?"

Feng Zhen thought for a while and said, "He said he would be back in three to five days, calculating the time, it will take another day or two to come back."

It was only then that Sun Wen remembered that he hadn't seen Wei Ci since he arrived in Chongzhou.

"Is Zixiao going out to run errands?"

Feng Zhen shook his head, he said, "Zi Xiao said that a friend is coming, and he went out to visit friends."

Sun Wen changed his mind and subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

"Since his friend is coming, why does Zixiao go out for three to five days before returning?"

According to normal logic, Wei Ci shouldn't host a banquet at home when friends come from afar?

Feng Zhen glanced at his lord, and said with a half-smile, "I don't know about that."

Jiang Pengji didn't even ask this question, so they naturally didn't want to interfere, so they could only wait for Wei Ci to come back and ask clearly.

Feng Zhen said uncertainly, "However...Zi Xiao said that this friend is called Liu Ru Zhenren, and it is said that he is a member of Zhongzhao?"

Six real people?

Sun Wen felt that this name was very familiar.

Seeing his reaction, Feng Zhen asked, "Zai Dao knows this person?"

Sun Wen remembered who the real Liuru was.

"Liu Ru Zhenren is the former master of Zhongzhao Bao'an Temple and a royal enshrined. Zixiao actually knows such an expert."

Zhongzhao regards Taoism as the state religion, and Liuru Zhenren is said to have royal blood, and he is the master of the largest Taoist temple in Zhongzhao.

According to Sun Wen's knowledge, after the 60th birthday of Liu Ru Daoist, he stepped down from the position of the master of the temple and lived in seclusion, leaving the world alone.

This person is over sixty years old, how could he run from Zhongzhao to Chongzhou?

Feng was speechless.

"Liu Ru Daoist has such a long history? How did Zi Xiao know him?"

Wei Ci didn't know Liuru Daoist in this life, but he did in his previous life.

Master Liaochen once said to Jiang Pengji that there are no more than five fingers in the world who can see Ziwei's imperial aura at a glance.

Coincidentally, Liuru Daoist is one of them.

Wei Ci was dressed in a blue Confucian shirt, a dark green cloak, a cloud scarf on his head, and clogs on his feet. He looked like a leisurely gentleman who was far away from the world.

Opposite him sat a Taoist priest with white hair and a childlike face, dressed in Taoist robes and holding a dust whisk.

The two are fighting fiercely on the chessboard.

"A real person has superb chess skills, and he is willing to bow down."

Wei Ci is good at chess, but he is no match for real Liuru.

Not to mention the present, even in the previous life, he often lost to the opponent.

Master Liuru smiled lightly and shook his head, as if the victory or defeat was just a fleeting moment for him.

"If it wasn't for the fact that my little friend had something on his mind and let the old man take advantage of it, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to win this round."

Master Liu Ru looked at Wei Ci benevolently.

He didn't know Wei Ci, but as soon as he saw the other person's face, he knew that Wei Ci knew him.

Wei Ci sighed, "If the evildoer who steals the fortune of the country and the emperor's aura is not eliminated for a day, it will be difficult for a compassionate heart to rest."