Some people couldn't stand being nagged. They were talking about Jiang Pengji just now, but this person followed the scent and came looking for her.
"My lord, why are you here?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at Wei Ci. Her calm eyes were filled with warmth.
"I just stretched my limbs on the military field and was about to return to the main tent for lunch when I happened to see you."
Upon hearing this, Liyun immediately found an excuse to slip away, leaving the space for Jiang Pengji and Wei Ci to avoid being the third wheel.
"Hanmei is getting more and more cunning. Back then, Hanmei was one of the few honest people among us."
Jiang Pengji laughed involuntarily. Was she that scary?
Wei Ci curled his lips into a faint smile. Liyun's reaction was beyond his expectations, which inexplicably brightened his mood.
In front of others, Wei Ci always hid his emotions in the bottom of his heart, using a gentle mask to conceal his true emotions.
In front of Jiang Pengji, he rarely deliberately concealed it. Well, the most important thing was that it was useless to conceal it. She could see through it.
"Zixiao, are you in a good mood?"
Wei Ci said, "My lord is in a good mood too."
Jiang Pengji crossed her arms and teased him with a smile, "I'm in a good mood because the frog that ran away from home is back."
The salted fish in the streaming room was really fickle. Some time ago, he was obsessed with the four cardboard human brains, but now he crossed species and treated the frog as his son.
Jiang Pengji didn't immediately notice Wei Ci's return, but the camera in the streaming room had a wider field of vision than hers.
When Wei Ci appeared in the streaming room's camera range, the entire streaming room suddenly exploded like boiling water poured on hot oil.
Shen Yiyou: "Croak, the beauty croak is back."
Shushan Ya Li: "What? My croak son is finally back? "
Fairy Meowufu Ball: "Son, I missed you so much!!!"
Jing Ru Ming Mo: "Croak son is back? It seems like he brought a little friend back. Son, you're really helpful. "
Looking at the screen full of "croak son," Jiang Pengji suddenly found it hard to look at Wei Ci's face.
The standard of the salted fish audience in giving nicknames was like the standard of her giving names, it was terrible.
Since a while ago, the salted fish audience seemed to be possessed. The frequency of the frog's appearance increased until it dominated the screen.
Even if Jiang Pengji did not look at the bullet screen in the streaming room, her screen was flooded with "frogs" every day. It was impossible for her not to know about it.
She imitated the young people's memes, and the audience cheered her on, saying that she was keeping up with the trends, but Wei Ci was at a loss, his bright eyes filled with confusion.
What?
A frog that ran away from home?
It wasn't that the lord didn't like pets. When did she raise a frog?
As intelligent as Wei Ci was, his brain also stopped for a moment.
However, a smart person was a smart person. Wei Ci really did not understand the joke of "traveling son" in the live streaming room, but combined with the context and the fact that his lord had once teased him with the phrase "boiling a frog in warm water", he quickly understood. Wei Ci coughed softly and pretended to be calm, but the blush and heat at the tips of his ears did not subside so easily. He didn't know if it was because of the weather, but he actually felt a little hot.
"Zixiao hasn't answered my question yet."
Jiang Pengji helped him to change the topic. What if he scared them away again?
The frogs that other people raised could, at most, carry a backpack when they went on a trip. The frog that she raised was complicated and hard to guess, and would often pretend to be dead.
Sigh, my heart is tired.
Wei Ci said, "In this world, there is nothing more delightful than seeing my lord."
What he said was true, but it was not the main reason why he was happy.
What really made him happy was Li Yun's reaction. His actions indirectly admitted his relationship with the lord, and he had no intention of objecting.
In his previous life, this was something that he dared not even think about.
Jiang Pengji said, "Say it twice more in private. Be creative. I like to hear it."
In terms of straightforwardness and enthusiasm, 10 Wei Ci would not be a match for Jiang Pengji even if he practiced for 10 lifetimes.
Wei Ci was speechless.
Neither of them were emotional people. The relaxed atmosphere also came to an abrupt end because of Yang Tao.
Yang Tao was her ally. He had sent troops from thousands of miles away to cooperate with her. Jiang Pengji could not neglect him. Meeting Yang Tao again after so many years, she immediately searched through her memories. The slightly childish and naive youth in her mind gradually overlapped with the steady and mature youth in front of her.
She recognized Yang Tao's identity immediately, but the idle audience in the live streaming room was not so sharp.
To them, Yang Tao was just a sunny youth who appeared several times at the Huangshui Meeting. Even if he was good-looking, he could not stand the exposure in the live streaming room.
The idle audience had only heard of Yang Tao, but had never seen him. Moreover, the audience was too mobile, so they could not remember him at all.
However, a big shot was a big shot after all. There was still an exception among the 850,000 viewers.
Toudu Feiqiu: Uh … Is this Yang Jian's silly and sweet son, Yang Tao?
Guicai Guofengxiao: _ (: з) ∠) _ It seems so. I have been drooling over his good gay friend Yan Lin for many years. He was my first love.
Laosiji Lianmeng: Time flies. In the blink of an eye, the silly and sweet boy has also matured.
The audience's impression of Yang Tao was very shallow. If Jiang Pengji had not formed an alliance with him, causing his name to appear more frequently, the audience would not have remembered such a person. The new audience did not remember, but the old audience began to reminisce about the past with Yang Tao's appearance.
When Yang Tao was still a silly and sweet boy, many of the audience were still single.
Many years had passed. The silly and sweet boy had become a steady and mature lord, but the single dogs were still single. Sigh.
Jiang Pengji said, "We haven't seen each other for many years. Zhengze, how have you been?"
Yang Tao replied, "Lanting's elegance has not diminished from the past."
Even though he knew that Jiang Pengji was a woman, when he saw her, Yang Tao still found it difficult to equate her with his gender.
Or rather, the appearance of Liu Xi's current body was too non-invasive and too confusing.
After the basic greetings were done, Jiang Pengji went straight to the point and talked about Xu Bei.
If she did not crush this child to death, she might not make it to next year's Qingming Festival.
Speaking of serious matters, Yang Tao quickly got into the zone. The atmosphere around him became serious and serious.
Of course, these four words were not relevant to the idle audience. Apart from a few provocative comments, the majority of the bullet screen was idle chatter and ridicule.
Qiufangpai: Speaking of which, it's strange. Our streamer is not ugly. Why is it that after so many years, only one peach blossom has bloomed? According to the usual pattern, shouldn't she use her personal charm to conquer the various lords? Fortunately, this was a cross-dimensional ancient live stream. It was full of gimmicks. If it was changed into a television drama or a novel, it would most likely be a flop.
Jiang Pengji had billions of diehard fans in their dimension. The number of peach blossoms she had could fill up the Atlantic Ocean.
Toudu Feiqiu: Isn't this question hard to understand? Would you want to pull your beliefs down from the altar?
Not to mention pulling down the altar, even the thought of doing so is blasphemy.
The idle audience: "…"
If that was the case, Wei Ci was really a brave warrior.
Wei Ci, "…"
He wasn't. He didn't. He was wrongly accused.
Shancheng had already been thoroughly studied by everyone.
Xu Fei was trapped in Shancheng. In the end, the city was breached and he died.
Now that it was Xu Bei who was trapped, her enemies were Jiang Pengji and Yang Tao. Naturally, it was even more difficult to defend. It was a foregone conclusion that they would meet their end.
"I wonder how Xu Bei is feeling now?" Jiang Pengji gazed at Shancheng from afar. The cold wind passed through her hair, leaving not a trace. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and said, "He should have a deep understanding of how Ling Wengong felt a few months ago?"
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