The Empress’ Livestream

Chapter 967 Chapter 967: War In Northern Xinjiang (4)

"Not enough-come again-"

Jiang Yanji held a wooden sword in his left hand, with a playful smile on his face, and cheekily bullied Xiaopen.

"Oh, this is not enough in the morning, or do not want to eat lunch, the soft force is to tickle me?"

She kept it at her fingertips, with a slight pressure on her wrist, and easily pushed the sweaty little radish head away.

"No, right--are you going to kill the enemy or give the enemy a head? If you do n’t hit, you have to be passive."

Jiang Yanji bullied Xiaopen friends badly, and the audience in the broadcast room was distressed.

[Tia Tata]: Anchor, you have fallen-can't you bully northern Xinjiang? You have to find three little kids.

[Mo Xingyou]: The anchor is not bullying, right? She pinched with a sword in her left hand and never left her feet.

[Akatelice]: Hehe—don't say you only use a left-handed sword, even if you use one finger to bully Xiaopen.

[Yamada Mia]: Don't worry about your distress. I think the appearance of three radish heads giving away one after another is very cute.

Jiang Yanji ignored the contents of the barrage and narrowed her eyes at the three children who were bent and panting.

"Not ready to lose?"

"deny!"

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

These three children are no strangers to the eunuch's daughter, Feng Zhen's son, and Sun Wen's grandson.

Although the three children are young, swordplay is also very good. Jiang Yanji came to the scene and gave instructions in person.

Ok--

Unilateral slaughter, accompanied by mental attack.

The **** let the girl gasp, panting the ground with a small wooden sword in her hand, bending slightly, her face flushed.

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

Feng Yi performed the best. His face looked cowardly, but he always maintained his attitude, preferring to breathe quickly rather than open his breath.

"Young, all of them have a bad temper. How hard is it to get tired of shouting, and what are you trying to do?"

Jiang Yanji sighed with emotion, she set aside the wooden sword and beckoned at three small ones.

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

Jiang Yanji is the protagonist of the three elders. They did not dare to be obedient and followed them obediently.

When several parents came to find the children, they happened to see the owner openly directing the three gray-faced children to barbecue.

Feng Yi looked serious and roasted with the same appearance.

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

Eunuch Jinghui is more leisurely, mainly responsible for moving firewood, and the white little face is ashes.

"Well-you're all here. Would you like to try their craft?"

Jiang Yanji shook the nearly black grilled skewers in his shaker. This is the finished product of Sun Lan, and the taste is beyond words.

Sun Wen watched his protagonist sitting on the floor without a picture, and the nerves in his mouth could not help getting out of control.

The protagonist is majestic and disappears.

Seeing that everyone is here, the three children are not saluting, neither are they saluting, they can only pinch the skewers in a hurry.

Sun Wen wanted to call on his grandson to prevent him from offending Jiang Yanji because he was young and ignorant, but because the **** who had just arrived and the **** around him hadn't spoken yet, he couldn't say it first. Feng Zhen's and eunuch's reactions are also very characteristic, fully fitting the personality of the two.

Feng Zhen joined the ranks of "squeezing child labor" with a grin, and Zhengda took away the results of his son's roasting, and incidentally commented.

"It's too burnt, the sauce is unevenly spread and the taste is heavy. Pay attention next time."

The **** let Su face, his eyes floated on the girl, passing something silently.

Eunuch Jinghui dropped the firewood, took out the parchment, wiped her hands, leaned her head, and pulled the sleeve of the eunuch.

"Daddy--"

"Lighting isn't like this. It requires skill."

The **** kept the father and daughter silent, and always gave people an illusion--

They use brain waves to communicate!

Sun Wen: "..."

I always feel that I should do something to make it look different.

Barbecuing can't be used for lunch either, Jiang Yanji has prepared the kitchen for a light lunch.

Send three little guys to nap, Jiang Yanji asked Feng Zhen.

"When did Zixiao say he would return?"

Feng Zhen thought for a while and said, "He said that he would return in three or five days. It would take another day or two to calculate the time."

Sun Wen remembered that he hadn't seen Wei Ci after arriving in Chongzhou.

"Zixiao goes out to work?"

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

Sun Wen's thoughts turned around and he felt something was wrong.

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

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

Feng Zhen glanced at his main character and said with a smile, "This is not clear."

Jiang Yanji just asked this question, and they were naturally not good at interfering. They had to wait for Wei Ci to come back and ask for it.

Feng Zhen said indeterminately, "But ... Zi Xiao said that this friend is called Liu Ruren, who is said to be a Zhongli person?"

Six as real people?

Sun Wen felt the name was familiar.

Feng Zhen saw him react and asked, "Zaodao knows this person?"

Sun Wen remembered who the real person was.

"Liu Ruzhen is a former Guanzhu and royal deity of Zhongli Baoanguan. Zixiao knew such a great man."

Zhongli uses Taoism as the national religion. Liu Ruren is said to have royal blood, but he is the master of Taoism in Zhongli.

According to Sun Wen's knowledge, Liuru lived off his position as the lord of the subject after his 60th birthday, and lived in a world of seclusion without asking Hongchen.

How can this person run from Chongzhou to Chongzhou when he is over six years old?

Feng Zhen shouted.

"Liuru real people have such a long history? How did Zixiao know him?"

Wei Ci did not know Liuru in this life, but he knew it in previous lives.

Master Chen Chen once said to Jiang Yanji that people who can see Ziwei's imperial power at a glance in the world can't count five fingers.

Coincidentally, Liu Ruren is one of them.

Wei Ci is wearing a blue Confucian shirt, a dark green owl, wearing a cloud scarf, and stepping on a wooden hoe, looking like a leisurely elegant lady away from the world.

Opposite him was a Taoist man with a crane-like appearance, dressed in a robe and dusting his hands.

The two were fighting fiercely on the chessboard.

"The real-life chess skills are superb.

Wei Ci is good at chess, but he is not a real opponent.

Not to mention now, even in previous lives, he often loses to each other.

Liu Ruzhen smirked and smirked, as if victory or defeat was just a glance.

"If it weren't for the little friends who had their hearts in their hearts and let the old way take advantage, I'm afraid this game is not so easy to win."

Liuru looked at Wei Ci kindly.

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

Wei Ci sighed, "The evildoers who stole the imperial spirit of the National Games will not be removed for a day, and the compassion will be uneasy."

(End of this chapter)