What was he upset about?
Was it because of the two children's names?
Jiang Pengji's heart skipped a beat. She vaguely guessed something.
"What special meaning do these two names have to you?"
Wei Ci secretly took a deep breath to relieve the pulling pain in his chest. His pale face regained some color.
"There's no special meaning."
He answered with a smile, but the smile on his face looked a little haggard and weak.
Jiang Pengji did not ask further. She changed the topic and said, "Does Changsheng often stay at your house? Who and where is she? "
Wei Ci stood up and led the way. He was the only master in the manor. The other servants had their own residences, so most of the rooms in the manor were empty. Because Changsheng often came over to disturb him, Wei Ci simply prepared a room for her. The interior decoration was very elegant.
Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "This girl sleeps soundly, but her sleeping posture is really terrible."
The children of rich and powerful families had to be disciplined in their every word and action. Even their sleeping posture had to be corrected.
If Changsheng's sleeping posture was in another family, she would be singled out and criticized. Even the servants who served her would be punished.
"Although the weather is getting warmer, it's not good to keep kicking the blanket."
Wei Ci saw that Changsheng's cheeks were red from sleep. She shook her feet and kicked the blanket to the bottom of the bed. He could not help but laugh. He raised his hand and covered her with the thin blanket.
Jiang Pengji looked at Wei Ci for a long time without saying a word. Her stare made him uncomfortable. He wanted to hide but could not.
In the end, he could only ask Jiang Pengji with a bitter smile, "Why are you looking at me like that, my lord? Is there something on my face? "
Jiang Pengji then shifted her gaze away. Wei Ci heaved a long sigh of relief.
But what she asked next scared him so much that his limbs became stiff. He broke out in a cold sweat and almost forgot to breathe.
"Zixiao, you're almost twenty-four this year, right? Why is there still no movement at home? "
In the era of the livestream audience, twenty-four years old was the age when one had just graduated from university and was in high spirits. There was no hurry to get married.
In Jiang Pengji's era, twenty-four years old was considered a minor in the eyes of the law. It was not the legal age for marriage.
In this era, a normal twenty-four-year-old man who was slightly dissolute could have children who could form a baseball team.
Look at Wei Ci. Not only was he not married, he did not even have a concubine or a concubine. His usual nightlife was spent with official duties.
When he was free, he would either visit his relatives and friends or kill time with books. He had never set foot in the world of mortals.
He was clearly an ordinary person in the secular world, but he lived like an ascetic monk.
"How can a real man start a family without making any contributions?" Wei Ci threw out an all-purpose excuse, "Moreover, marriage requires the consent of the parents and the words of the matchmaker. Now that my father's clan is in Zhongzhao, I'm afraid they won't be able to attend to Ci. I'm not in a hurry right now. I'll delay it for a few more years. There's no hurry. "
Jiang Pengji smiled.
"Haven't made any contributions? How could that be? Zixiao is too humble about this. In terms of contributions, there are very few people who can compare to you. "
Jiang Pengji's words were not flattery. They came from the bottom of her heart.
Wei Ci kept a low profile and his presence was weak, but how could his contributions be considered small?
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that he had stationed his troops in the fields was enough to earn him a place in the history books.
Throughout the ages, how many people had fought their whole lives for the sake of leaving their names in history? In the end, who had succeeded?
Wei Ci said that he had not made any contributions. In Jiang Pengji's opinion, he was being overly humble.
"As for the words of the matchmaker and the orders of the parents, special methods are used during special times. Your relatives and clan are all in Zhongzhao, which is thousands of miles away. In this lifetime, you don't know if you will have the chance to meet them again. If you never see them, do you really intend to be alone for the rest of your life? "
At that moment, Wei Ci raised his head. His expression was frighteningly calm. His eyes carried a depth that was difficult for others to pry into.
Jiang Pengji suggested with a smile, "Why don't we do it this way? I'll be the matchmaker for you."
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Wei Ci's gaze and expression had become unusually complicated. It was as if there was a battle going on in his heart. It was difficult to determine the victor.
Wei Ci's thoughts were dragged into a swamp by his memories. Fragments of the past flashed before his eyes.
"Take the child back. You know what to do."
"Your subject, your subject knows that Tengqie Mi suffered a hemorrhage during childbirth yesterday. She risked her life to give birth to a child … Your Majesty, do you want to give the child a nickname?"
"… Call him Fushou … From now on, he will follow your surname. You have full authority to decide everything. You don't have to ask me. "
The world had just stabilized. All the officials were worried about the heir. The Emperor wanted to appoint the eldest daughter as the heir, but he was obstructed by the imperial censor.
At that moment, the Emperor was pregnant for the second time. Everyone focused their attention on this child. They were eager to give birth to a crown prince.
Unfortunately, the situation was turbulent and natural disasters were endless.
The Red Lotus rebels were perverse. They even spread their teachings to the inner residences of the court officials. After careful planning, they prepared for an assassination.
In the chaos, the Emperor gave birth with great difficulty.
It was a male child that everyone had hoped for.
He should have been conferred the title of crown prince as soon as he was born. Unfortunately, the child was unlucky. He died the moment he was born. They could only confer him the title of crown prince.
After this disaster, it was difficult for the Emperor to conceive again.
The country could not be without heirs. The matter of appointing the crown princess was brought up to the surface again.
This time, the officials were as quiet as chickens. They did not dare to have any objections.
"Wei Zixiao, you should understand … If Fushou is' alive ', only death awaits me and Changsheng …"
"I understand. I will take good care of Fushou."
Before the five countries were unified, the struggle for power was not obvious. But once the countries were unified, all kinds of conflicts broke out.
From the Emperor's rise to power to his ascension to the throne, the aristocratic families had always been suppressed.
After the country was unified, the aristocratic families could only form an alliance in private. They wanted to contend with the Emperor and seize power.
Wei Ci was clear that there could not be a "crown prince" at this time.
Therefore, Fushou, who had just been born, was forced to "die young." He changed his appearance and became the son of the Teng Concubine in Wei Ci's manor.
The key was that the Teng Concubine was a made-up character.
Fortunately, Wei Ci did not have a strong sense of existence. He behaved according to the rules. The officials who were fighting fiercely did not notice him at all.
No one connected Crown Prince Zhang Zuo, who died young, with Wei Ci's illegitimate son.
When Wei Ci could not extricate himself from his memories, Jiang Pengji's face was magnified in front of his eyes. He was so scared that he suddenly leaned back.
Fortunately, both of them were kneeling. Otherwise, he would have hit the back of his head hard on the ground.
"If I told Zishi that I wanted to give him a beauty, he would definitely be overjoyed. Why are you not willing?"
Jiang Pengji placed one hand on the ground beside his ear and looked at Wei Ci's panic-stricken and pale face with a smile.
She said helplessly, "I'm not a dreadful beast. Every time I get close to you, you always show a frightened look."
Wei Ci took a deep breath and his thoughts became much clearer.
"I'm not very brave. I will naturally be frightened when my lord teases me like this."
Jiang Pengji clicked her tongue. His words were rather resentful.
Wei Ci said, "Can you get up, my lord? This is not appropriate. It will damage your reputation."
"Your mansion is empty, and there is no one guarding outside. Who would know?"
Wei Ci could not push her away. His face suddenly turned red and pale. Even the red veins at the corners of his eyes were filled with embarrassment.
Jiang Pengji could not force him too much. She could only get up.
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