The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 1406 Chapter 1406: Wei Ci Assassinated (6)

Longevity: "..."

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 step forward to salute, and looked at the long knife worn by the woman's waist, and there was a faint flicker of light in his eyes.

Two Divine Swords?

Could it be that the Fanbang woman did not steal her mother's sabre, she misunderstood?

It is also said that the palace is heavily guarded, and the mother is strong, and it is almost impossible to break through and stop the theft of the thief.

"what happened?"

The woman asked her with a smile.

Changsheng rehearsed the matter just now, with a little embarrassment, and said, "Children and recklessness almost caused an injustice."

"Knowing your mistakes will improve Mo Dao, you can send someone to withdraw the order. If you meet, send someone to send some money to pay for compensation."

Changsheng whispered softly, a group of four got on the carriage, and Wei Ci took the initiative to put a curtain on the woman.

Sitting on a woman's lap, Fushou seemed very accustomed to this intimate relationship and asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, where is this going?"

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

Fushou pursed his lips, "Naturally, it's just ..."

His eyes moved, and he looked pitifully to the eternal daughter, as if asking if he could speak.

Changsheng said, "Today seems to be the sacrifice day of Fushou's" birth mother ".

There was a moment of stiffness in the woman's expression.

"Is that so, is Fushou very filial piety?" Touching Xiaoshou on Fushou's head, Fushou smiled wryly.

For him, His Majesty's compliments are as precious as his father's compliments. One word can make him happy for a long time.

Outside tourists such as weaving, Wei Ci, etc. are dressed plainly, and women and longevity wear masks, but no one has found their identities. Fushou insisted to go down and walk on his own, holding a woman in one hand and Wei Ci in one hand, running two steps with a smile, and suddenly jumped up.

"Hida-"

Changsheng followed one or two steps behind the three, watching Fushou's "swing on the swing", could not help but chuckle, "childish."

Fushou never heard her say, she was just playing around, and the two adults were happy to cooperate.

The woman looked back at her daughter and smiled, "Longevity 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 grows very fast, which is not much worse than a 13-year-old boy.

At this height, how to learn Fushou, a fat and short beanie, learn to "swing"?

The four-person party went on a spring tour like an ordinary family, sitting on the floor after a tired day, and eating the food prepared in the morning.

Fushou will eat meals independently, but he is not skilled in using them, and he often applies food residue to the corners of his mouth.

Changsheng looked at the two, and his mood was a little complicated, until he also handed a piece of parsley exuding the fragrance of saponin.

"Tai Fu!"

Changsheng called a little distressedly.

Wei Ci could not help but show a slight smile, and chose Changsheng's favorite food for her.

"Too Fu, Gu is not a child."

With that said on the mouth, the action was honest, and it didn't soften up.

Taifu's craftsmanship can crush the royal chef!

"In His eyes, His Royal Highness is always a short distance from adulthood."

Just after he finished speaking, Fushou also noticed the situation here and opened his mouth while squinting. "Fusu also wants, ah-"

"No, Taifu prepared for Gu Gu, what are you going to grab?" Changsheng Sanliang cleared a plate.

When Fushou saw this, he immediately persuaded.

嘤 嘤 嘤 (╥╯ ^ ╰╥)

Her Royal Highness sister can't stand it.

A family of four was eating, and Yu Guang, a long-life student, glanced at a bit of fiery red, his eyes were slightly condensed.

"Is that Fanban here?"

The woman wondered authentically, "Panbang? Which?"

Changsheng pointed a hand, and sure enough, she saw a full-bodied, weirdly-dressed woman leaning against a treetop, her arms around her chest.

While they looked at Jiang Yanji, Jiang Yanji was watching them.

"The knife in her arms really looks like the sword of God, and no wonder you will admit it."

The woman saw Jiang Yanji's face, but had no other response except for some appreciation.

Fushou froze for a moment, and suddenly said, "This older sister also helped Fushou just now--"

If it wasn't for the other person to hold him over the wall to buy sacrifices, it would be impossible for him to turn over the wall and leave the house.

In a group of four, only Wei Ci's response was slightly strange, as if he saw something strange. This weirdness is fleeting and hard to catch with the naked eye. If it weren't for Jiang Yanji's observations, he would be wrong. She smiled and said, "Looking for a long time, it turned out to be here-staying in Zixiao's spiritual world disguised as him, are you obviously bullying that he won't use mental energy to fight back?

No matter what "Wei Ci" said, Jiang Yanji pulled out his sword and rushed down from the tree.

The woman on the side and Changsheng saw this, looking horrified, and seemed to stop.

Jiang Yanji looked slightly cold and yelled at the two of them, "Get away! Don't do me bad things!"

As soon as the words fell, the originally lively place became silent momentarily, and the surrounding tourists turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving only Jiang Yanji and "Wei Ci". Her blade was not obstructed in the slightest, and she was chopped down at the key points of "Wei Ci", clearly the rhythm of life.

"Wei Ci" changed dramatically, barely avoiding the blade of the sword.

"This is Wei Ci-will you also kill?"

Jiang Yanji snorted, disdaining, "The counterfeit goods on the 18th line still want to be comparable to my family filial piety. If you were there, I smelled a strong smell of cottage goods, who wouldn't cut you? Can you pose as a deity in the face of Zixiao? "

The expression of "Wei Ci" could not help but distort.

When he saw Jiang Yanji's flamboyant red hair, his expression was instantly gloomy seven or eight degrees, comparable to a constipated face.

"I said-could you stop making such an obscure look against Zixiao's face?"

Then, Jiang Yanji's attack came like a storm.

This is Wei Ci's spiritual realm. She and the fake in front of her are both outsiders, and her actions will be limited.

In this case, they can only fight with force.

The fakes gritted their teeth and said, "It really is the cub of the Jiang family, but it is not dead yet!"

Jiang Yanji froze, "What do you mean?"

Counterfeit goods refused to say, Jiang Yanji refused to spare.

The two were struggling, and the counterfeit goods realized that something was wrong and became more gloomy.

"Did you feel it?" Jiang Yanji sneered, "Zixiao is an ordinary person, but his spiritual realm is extraordinarily strong, almost comparable to your peak state. Who do you think is not good for you? You should choose Zixiao ... Isn't this a dead end? "

Counterfeiting hard, "This is impossible!"

Such strong mental strength is simply not attainable by ordinary people, and Wei Ci does not meet the conditions.

Jiang Yanji said, "How is it impossible? Zixiao Zhongsheng I, this experience must not be explained by the word luck, most of them are behind the scenes. It is not you who brought Zixiao back, that is naturally The other person, Zixiao, is an ordinary person. He cannot naturally possess such a powerful mental power. Is it possible that noble people can help? "

(End of this chapter)