Grand tutor?
Zixiao?
Jiang Pengji secretly looked down and saw Wei Ci, who was much more mature.
Wei Ci looked like he was in his thirties. He had the charm of a mature man. He was dressed in a blue scholar's robe and had a tall and straight posture. His dark eyes were still familiar to her. But … Wei Ci had grown a beard, and his beard was neatly trimmed. Although it was not thick and did not look sloppy, it covered up some of his beauty. He looked more mature and serious, and less youthful and energetic.
For Jiang Pengji, who had a strong preference for good looks, she still liked the fair and beardless Wei Ci.
What was so good about having a beard?
It was easy to dirty the corners of one's mouth when eating, and it was troublesome to clean up. It would stab when they were intimate.
Jiang Pengji squatted on the beam and muttered to herself. The three people below did not seem to notice her. They talked on their own.
Fushou was anxious and fearful. When he heard a familiar voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl with tears in his eyes.
He bowed to the girl with a sobbing voice.
"Fushou pays his respects to Her Highness …"
The girl smiled gently. "You don't have to be so polite in private. Was Fushou paying respects to his' birth mother 'just now? "
Even if she was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a high status, she was like a cute and gentle big sister next door. Fushou was immediately cured.
Fushou nodded with grievance. His little face was miserable, and his white and fat fingers were twisted into a ball.
Without his father's permission, he went out of the manor to buy offerings for his lowly birth mother and burned them in the courtyard. It was a big taboo. Now he was caught red-handed by the Crown Princess, who was visiting. Fushou did not know how angry his father would be. Fushou was young, but he was emotionally sensitive. Just from the servants in the manor avoiding his birth mother like snakes and scorpions, he knew that his father did not like his birth mother. He did not even remember the day of her death.
He did not want his birth mother to be lonely in the underworld, but he did not want to be hated by his father. He was in a dilemma.
"Fushou is very filial." The Crown Princess smiled and rubbed the little knot on his head. She said gently, "It's nothing to pay respects in private. However, there are many ways to express filial piety. If outsiders see it, it will inevitably damage the reputation of the Grand Tutor."
Fushou said with tears in his eyes, "Will that happen?"
"In the past few days, the people have been busy preparing for His Majesty's birthday. That is a day for the whole country to celebrate." The Crown Princess sighed and said, "You burn sacrifices in private in the mansion. Those who know about it will say that your filial piety is commendable, but those who don't will think that you are evil. Do you understand?"
How would Fushou know about this?
He even found out about his mother's death anniversary by chance.
Although the birth day was an important festival, he was still young, so he only knew that on this day, the mansion was particularly happy. Even his father, who was always as cold as water, would show a little smile. Last year, he even took him to the night market to see the lanterns. Now that Her Highness had mentioned it, he knew that the day of his birth mother's death had coincided with His Majesty's birthday. Fushou scratched his small face and apologized to Her Royal Highness sister. He seriously said that he had learned a lesson.
"That's right! Burning joss paper money for the dead is not filial. Fushou should listen to Grand Tutor's words and learn seriously from him. When you grow up, you will be a talented person. If your 'biological mother' knows this, she will be happy. Don't you think so? "
Fushou nodded solemnly.
"Your Highness!"
Wei Ci, who was on the side, interrupted the conversation between the two with slight disapproval.
"Why is Grand Tutor so cautious? If Fushou becomes a talent in the future, will Grand Tutor be able to restrain him for a lifetime? " The smile on Crown Princess Changsheng's face faded slightly. She said seriously, "I treat him like a younger brother. I will take care of him in the future."
Wei Ci's expression was complicated. How could Fushou know about the eye contact between Crown Princess and his father?
He clenched his fist and said, "Then Fushou should be as knowledgeable as father, become a famous scholar, and be a Grand Tutor in the future!"
The smile on Changsheng's face was slightly stiff. She pinched Fushou's chubby face with regret.
"This is difficult. Feng You is much more knowledgeable than you. Even if you want to be a Grand Tutor, you have to win against him. "
Fushou pouted in frustration.
He knew who Feng You was, the sickly man who always pinched his face behind his back and said that he was fat!
He didn't like Feng You, but his father often praised Feng You in front of him. This was a great blow to his young heart.
"Why must I win against him?" Fushou said, "He is so much older than Fushou. It's not fair."
Princess Changsheng crossed her arms over her chest and said with a smile, "Because I decided on him."
Fushou said, "Because he is the study companion of Your Highness's sister?"
Changsheng said, "It's more or less related to this, but the most important thing is that he is liked by me."
Fushou said dejectedly, "Is Fushou not liked by Your Highness's sister?"
Changsheng rubbed Fushou's chubby face. "You silly child, my liking for Fushou is different from my liking for Feng You."
Isn't liking just liking?
Of course, Fushou didn't understand.
The only two people who understood couldn't say anything. They could only wear a cold smile on their faces at the same time.
Wei Ci secretly planned to settle the score with Feng Zhen.
How did he teach his son? How old was His Highness this year?
Jiang Pengji planned to provoke Wan Xiu 'er later and strangle Feng Zhen's pocket money so that he would completely become a sadhu!
Changsheng smiled and coaxed Fushou. She asked Wei Ci to take Fushou to change into clean clothes and prepare to go out to play. Her Majesty was born on the Flower Festival, so the day of her birth coincided with the festival. There were many and lively activities among the people. It was one of the most lively festivals of the year.
"Can you come down now?"
After coaxing Wei Ci and Fushou away, the smile on Changsheng's face suddenly disappeared. She looked straight at the beam.
Jiang Pengji jumped down gracefully. Changsheng subconsciously took half a step back. When she saw Jiang Pengji's face, her eyes flashed with amazement.
"A foreigner? What's your purpose in hiding on the beam? "
Her facial features were different from the Central Plains' style. She had flamboyant fiery red hair on her head. It was like a bonfire on her head.
She didn't have to look to know that this was not the appearance that a person from the Central Plains should have.
Changsheng wanted to ask in detail, but she suddenly saw the God Slaying Sword on her waist. She couldn't help but be furious.
"A thief who trespassed into the palace!"
It was one thing to steal things, but to steal from the head of a country. This foreigner was very bold!
Without another word, Changsheng wanted to make a move. The guards guarding outside the house also rushed in. Jiang Pengji, of course, fled immediately.
Changsheng was young, but her martial arts were extraordinary. However, her skills were not enough.
Jiang Pengji fled. Changsheng stared in the direction she escaped with a complicated gaze.
"Send people to block the various city gates. Once you find this red-haired foreigner, capture him immediately! If he resists, kill him without mercy! "
Her appearance was so striking that she could be recognized wherever she went!
She actually sneaked into the palace to steal her mother's sword … This thief was extremely bold!
"Fushou greets Her Majesty."
By the time Changsheng ran to meet up with Wei Ci and the rest, she happened to see Fushou bowing with all his might, and almost fell forward.
The Her Majesty that Fushou spoke of was a rather beautiful woman. She looked like she was in her early thirties.
She smiled and supported Fushou. She lifted him up and weighed him. Fushou shyly covered his face with his chubby hands.
"Fushou can walk by himself."
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