The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1405 Chapter 1405: Wei Ci Assassination (5)

Taifu?

Zixiao?

Jiang Yanji secretly looked down, and she really saw a lot of mature Wei Ci.

At this time, Wei Ci was only in her thirties, and she was full of the charm of a mature man. She wore a blue shirt and stood upright, and her lacquered black eyes were still familiar to her. It's just ... At this time, Wei Ci has stored his beard, and his beard is trimmed neatly. Although it is not dense and does not look embarrassed when looking at it as a whole, it hides the beauty of the three points, it is a bit more stable and rigorous, and it is a little young and vibrant.

For Jiang Yanji, who has more powerful face control, she still likes Wei Ci who has no need for white flour.

What's so good about Chu Hu?

Meal is easy to stain the corners of the mouth, it is troublesome to clean up, and it is also troublesome when intimate.

Jiang Yanji squatted on the beam of the room and muttered secretly, as if the next three people didn't find her big living person, they talked by themselves.

Fushou was disturbed. He heard the familiar voice, looked up sullenly, and looked at the girl with tears.

He saluted the girl with a crying voice.

"Fu Shou, please pay respect to your Highness and Your Highness Sister—"

The girl smiled mildly, "I don't need so much courtesy in private. Is Fu Shou worshipping the" mother "?"

Even if she was wealthy and detached, she was like a cute and gentle sister next door at this time, and Fushou was cured at once.

Fushou nodded in a grievance, his face was miserable, and his white fat fingers were tangled.

Without the permission of my father, I went out of the house to give a low-profile biological mother to buy sacrifices and burned worship in the courtyard. This was a taboo. At this moment, my Royal Highness who was a guest at the door hit me. I did n’t know how many fathers would be. **** off. The Fushou people are small but emotionally sensitive. When the servants in the house avoid the matter of the biological mother like a scorpion, he knows that his father does not like the biological mother, and he does not even remember the day of the other party's sacrifice.

He didn't want his mother to be lonely underground, but he didn't want to be disgusted by his father either.

"Fu Shou is very filial." Her Royal Highness smiled and rubbed the little sister-in-law on his head, gentle and authentic, "It is nothing to sacrifice in private, but there are many ways to express filial piety. If it is looked at by outsiders, It will inevitably damage Taifu's reputation. "

Fushou said with tears, "Is that so?"

"In the last few days, the people have been busy with Her Majesty's Birthday. It is a day of national celebration." Her Royal Highness sighed. "You privately offer burnt offerings in the house. People who know you say you are filial and commendable, I do n’t know The person who loves will feel that you are at ease-understand? "

Where does Fushou know this?

He even learned about the Mother's Sacrifice Day,

Although the birthday is a major holiday, but he is very young, he only knows that the house is extraordinarily happy, and even his father who has always been cold will show a little smile. Last year, he also held him to see the night market lanterns-His Highness said, He knew that the birth mother's day had hit His Majesty's birthday. Fushou scratched his face, seriously apologized to His Royal Highness sister, and said seriously that he had learned a lesson.

"That's right! It's not filial piety to burn paper money to the deceased. Fushou listens to Taifu well and studies with him. When he grows up, he will become a pilgrim. Your 'birth mother' knows Izumi and will be relieved Yes, Fushou thinks right? "

Fushou nodded so solemnly.

"His Royal Highness!"

Wei Ci on the side slightly disapproved and interrupted the conversation.

"What does Taifu do with such care and caution? If Fushou becomes mature and has a sense of ambition, Taifu can still restrain him for a lifetime?" The smile on the face of Taiyuan Changsheng slightly converged, and said solemnly, "Treat him alone as a relative Brother, I will take care of you from now on. "

Wei Ci's expression is complicated. Where does Fushou know the eye contact between the maid and father?

He shook his fist, "Fu Shou will also learn to be rich in five cars like his father, become a master, and then become a master!"

The smile on Changsheng's face froze slightly, and she pinched Fushou's chubby face with regret.

"It's hard. Fengyou is much more knowledgeable than you. Even if you are too good, you have to win him."

Fushou grumbled in frustration.

He knew who Feng You was, the one who always pinched his face in the back and said that he was a fat sick man!

He didn't like Fengyou, but his father often praised how good Fengyou was in front of him, which was a great blow to his young mind.

"Why must he win?" Fushou said. "He is so much older than Fushou. It's not fair."

His Royal Highness, with his hands around his chest, smiled, "Because he was settled alone."

Fushou said, "Because he was reading with her sister?"

Changsheng said, "It's a little bit related to this, but the most important point-he likes it alone."

Fushou said frustrated, "Don't Fushou please His Highness sister?"

Changsheng rubbed Fushou's fat face, "You silly boy, you like Fushou differently than Feng You."

Do n’t you just like it?

Fushou certainly does not understand.

The only two or two people who knew it could not say anything, but could only chuck their indifferent smiles in sync.

Wei Ci secretly plans to find Feng Zhen to settle accounts.

How did he teach his son, how old is His Royal Highness this year?

Jiang Yanji intends to turn back to Wan Waner and choke Feng Feng's pocket money to make him a dervish completely!

Changsheng coaxed Fushou with a smile, and let Wei Ci take Fushou to change into clean clothes and prepare to go out to play. His Majesty was born at the Flower Festival, so the birth date coincides with the Flower Festival. There are many and lively folk activities, and it is one of the most lively festivals of the year.

"Have you come down?"

Coaxed Weici and Fushou away, Changsheng's smile converged cleanly, and his gaze was straight at the beam.

Jiang Yanji jumped down suddenly, and Changsheng took a half step subconsciously. Seeing Jiang Yanji's face, his eyes flashed a little.

"Panbang people? What's your purpose of hiding on the beam?"

Different from the appearance of the Central Plains style, his head was also bragging with fiery red hair, like a bonfire.

You don't need to know, this is by no means the face value of the Central Plains.

Longevity also wanted to ask, and saw the slashing sword she wore around her, and was furious.

"Little thief who breaks into the palace!"

Just steal something, and steal it to the head of the monarch of a country.

Without saying a word, Changsheng wanted to do it, and the guards outside the house rushed in. Of course, Jiang Yanji removed the oil directly from his feet.

Longevity is not very old, but the force is good, but she is not good enough at this point.

Jiang Yanji fled, and Changsheng stared in the direction of her escape with complex eyes.

"Send someone to intercept the city gates. Once you find this red-haired Fanbang, immediately capture it! If you resist, let alone kill!"

The looks are so eye-catching that you can recognize them everywhere you go!

Actually sneaked into the palace and stole his mother's sword ... this thief was bold!

"Fu Shou, see His Majesty."

When the longevity ran to meet with Wei Ci and others, it happened that Fushou was struggling to bend down, and almost one onion fell forward.

His Majesty in Fushou's mouth was a woman with a pretty face, and she looked only in her early thirties.

She supported Fushou with a smile, and lifted him upside down. She shook her face with her fat hands.

"Fushou can go on his own."

The woman laughed, "If Fushou left by himself, I wouldn't be able to smell the sweet milk smell of Fushou."

(End of this chapter)