Because of Zhusheng's persistence, Qidao was able to get along with Mao Mao as a father.
He watched as Mao Mao puffed up like a blow, watched him sit up softly, watched him climb on the wooden floor with his hands and feet, climbed from his hands to Zhusheng's hands, and then crawled back into his hands from Zhusheng's hands.
Later, Mao Mao began to toddle.
Later, Maomao began to be able to call "mother" and "father".
Later, Mao Mao could clearly call "mother" and "father".
And when accompanying Maomao, Zhusheng always dresses very simply, with no hairpin rings on his ears and head, and he looks completely homely.
Later, Qidao recalled that although that memory was pressed by many things in the bottom of my heart, it has always been like a pearl, exuding a shining luster.
There was no war in those two years, and Seven Swords was not in a hurry.
Zhusheng and Fan Shen need time to take a break, and they need time for Peng Guo to recuperate and become stronger.
And Zhujun's footsteps will not stop there.
The generals of Peng believed so.
Sovereigns of other countries believe so.
Everyone is waiting, waiting and seeing.
When the prince of Pengguo was two years old, Zhao Feng, the prince's biological father, worshiped the hussar general, awarded the tiger talisman, and once again led the troops to the battle.
The blade is pointing out, and the nations are fighting.
When the army was marching out, the prince's children were dressed up in a new way, holding their mother's hand and going to see off their father together.
The shiny armor on the seven knives attracted Mao Mao, and he opened his little hand to ask his father to hug him.
So everyone saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sitting on the general's horse, leaning comfortably on the general's arms, happily pulling the horse's mane, all the way to the ten-mile long pavilion.
Zhujun didn't mean to stop it at all, and the corners of her lips even turned up slightly.
Prime Minister Fan just watched lightly, maintaining his usual demeanor, and no one could see what he was thinking.
When the group of people who saw them off returned to the palace, and the female officials took Mao Mao, Fan Shen's eyes showed a look of disapproval.
Zhu Sheng sighed and said, "No matter what, he is the father of the child. ” She said: "Unless he does something that will harm Mao Mao or will have a bad effect on Mao Mao, I will not cut off the relationship between father and son."
Even if you cut them off for a while, when Maomao grows up, he will still naturally want to be close to his father, which is human nature. ” Zhusheng has Zhusheng's stubbornness, once she decides, it will be difficult for Fan Shen to change her.
In the past ten years, he has long understood this truth.
But Fan Shen felt that it was Zhusheng who understood children very well.
Fan Shen has been a father, and now he is a grandparent, not to mention that he has been a teacher.
He naturally understands children.
But Takesheng is nothing more than a novice mother.
Zhusheng raised his eyes and saw Fan Shen's eyes looking at her with a faint gaze.
He seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't open his mouth in the end.
Between him and her, there is nothing that cannot be said directly to the face Good news comes from time to time, Peng Guo was originally founded by the military, and the whole country has become accustomed to it.
On the stage in the White Tiger Hall, the small colored flags representing the various Peng armies are constantly moving forward, sometimes staying in a certain place for a little longer, but in the end they will still move forward unstoppably.
Behind the Peng army is the powerful Peng State, and on the golden throne of the Peng State, Zhu Jun does not hide her ambition for the entire continent.
The generals of the Peng army have been tempered on the battlefield for more than ten years, and now even the sons of Han Yi who have the second generation are already generals, and General Qian Yaozu, who was born in Gaojiabao, is also a father and son soldier like General Zhao, and the name of General Qian was also changed after his career, and Zhusheng has always called him A Niu in the past.
Although the hussar general Zhao Feng could not take his son into battle, he was surrounded by a group of loyal generals.
Of course, all these people are loyal to Zhujun and the crown prince, and loyal to Pengguo.
With these people here, Takebu is not worried about the front line.
There are all kinds of ministers in the text, and there are all kinds of generals in the military.
Zhusheng is a king who dares to delegate power, and she is much more relaxed than many hard-working kings who are about to die suddenly on top of the case.
The focus of her life has shifted to parenting and cultivation.
Forty miles west of Shengri City, Ziluo Mountain, was encircled by Zhujun as his training ground.
Mr.
Zhujun and Mr.
Cangtong often do not return for several days as soon as they enter the mountain.
The guards were at the foot of the mountain, and they could faintly hear a loud noise coming from the mountain.
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If there is an emergency, they will set off special signal fireworks, which will explode in the air, and Mr.
Cangtong and Zhujun will immediately appear in an incredibly fast manner.
Mr.
Cangtong has never been dressed in black, and it has not changed over the years.
But Zhujun is often injured, several times, he was carried out by Mr.
Cangtong, and explained to them, even the carriage and horses were not used, Mr.
Cangtong only left an afterimage, and went back to the city directly with Zhujun.
The duty of the guards was to protect the king, but they deserved to tremble.
Takebu was seriously injured this time, and he could feel multiple shatters in his bones.
When Cangtong hugged her to greet the guards, their faces turned white.
"Nothing."
She smiled at them and comforted them gently, "Just raise it."
Let's go back first.
Slow your time to catch up. ” In fact, the guards never caught up with Take-kun and Mr.
Cangtong.
That's for sure, because Cang Tong took Zhusheng and soared directly into the air, and returned to Miyagi in an instant.
"The Praetorian guards need to train well.
Many of them have been on the battlefield, but they are still inexperienced in defending them.
"Takebu said.
Cang Hitomi would not give her an answer, but Zhu Sheng was used to talking to Cang Hitomi like this.
The pupils glanced at her.
"I don't need it."
Zhusheng said softly, "It's for Maomao." ” Once upon a time, Zhusheng was alone, she was a strong person herself, and she didn't need others to protect her.
Although Miyagi has guards, it is just ordinary.
It was still after Mao Mao was born that Zhusheng and Fan Shen discussed it before they began to build this new Beijing Praetorian Guard.
Defend the capital and protect the emperor.
Of course, it's all for Maomao.
Maomao's birth affected almost everyone around Zhusheng and Zhusheng.
All of this was expected by Takesheng.
Mao Mao came unexpectedly, and then, he was born in the expectation of Zhusheng.
His birth made Takeyu feel joy and joy.
It was probably in the mother's body, nourished by the spiritual power of the bamboo, Maomao's body is very healthy, and she has never been sick since birth.
This made the palace maids around him admire him when they talked about it, and they always felt that his life was precious and he was blessed by God.
Seven knives have been on the expedition for a year, and now Mao Mao is three years old, and he can already communicate with adults in childish words.
He was born with a lovely jade snow, and he was often so soft and cute that the hearts of the palace maids were about to melt.
In the face of such hair, Zhusheng can't help but stretch his eyebrows and show gentleness.
But at the same time, as Mao Mao grows, Takesheng wants to confirm one thing more and more.
Cang Tong knelt on the edge of the couch and gently put Zhusheng down.
The palace maids brought warm water and scrubbed and changed clothes for Zhusheng.
When they saw the deformed bones of the bamboo, the faces of the palace maids were as white as the guards.
Cangtong touched her fracture and straightened her with her bare hands.
The palace maids were already pale, but Zhusheng just frowned, and he didn't snort.
She also didn't take any pills.
More than ten years had passed, and the pills she had brought out from the Changtian Sect had almost been exhausted.
Only a few left for herself.
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But Mao Mao's arrival was not expected, after having Mao Mao, she planned to leave the last small amount of pills to Mao Mao.
Her body has a strong ability to recover, such a pure trauma, she can recover from a night of lying down.
Zhu Sheng thought that the monk's body was like this.
In fact, this is not the case, the monks in the Qi refining and foundation building periods did not repair their bodies to physical injuries so quickly.
Cangtong knew that something was wrong.
But he didn't think it was harmful, so he didn't mention it.
"Grey Eyes."
Just as Cang Tong wanted to leave, Zhu Sheng stopped him.
"How do you probe a person's spiritual aura" Takesheng asked, "I want to know, how can I be sure if a person can cultivate?"
Even if she asked like this, Cangtong also understood that the "person" that Zhusheng said was actually Maomao.
His figure paused slightly, then he turned back to the couch and leaned down to press his head against Zhusheng's forehead.
After a few breaths, he stood up and left.
Takesheng has already been taught.
She watched his departing back and knew she would not see him for days.
Cangtong didn't know why, rejecting hair.
This made Takesheng deeply regretful.
Although Cangtong taught her carefully, Zhusheng still asked the palace people to take a few rabbits for experiments.
Although more than twenty years had passed, she still remembered the shock in her brain when she was first touched by the immortals.
Although it didn't seem to have caused her any harm, she, as a mother, would never rashly let Maomao go through such a once.
After practicing for a few days, Zhusheng dared to try it on Maomao.
That day, she withdrew from the palace people, held Mao Mao in her arms, whispered to him gently, coaxed him to distract him, and then gently placed her palm on the top of his head After a few moments, she lowered her hand, put her arms around Maomao, and patted him gently.
The boy was naturally active, and Mao Mao became impatient after staying in his mother's arms for a while, twisted his body to break free from his mother's embrace, and jumped and ran outside the hall to play.
There was only one person left in the hall.
After a long time, in the empty and uninhabited hall, the sigh of bamboo growth sounded.
Seven knives have been on the expedition for two years, and Mao Mao is already four years old.
He has a flexible body, sharp limbs, and runs quickly, which can throw off a large number of palace maids. began to be cute, became cute and angry, and naughty energy came out of the bones.
Heredity is really a powerful force, Mao Mao likes to hide everywhere the most, when he saw that the palace maids who couldn't find him were so anxious that they were about to cry out before he jumped out, there was a bit of cunning in his eyes, it was really like the seven knives of the year.
Takesheng's study is a very spacious palace room, which is used for daily government affairs.
As Prime Minister, Fan Shen often spends most of his day here.
Zhusheng was here to discuss with the prime ministers, but his divine sense swept to the palace maids and was anxiously looking for Mao Mao everywhere.
It is hard for people who have never raised children to believe that a boy of four or five years old can run away from the adults with his short legs.
The truth is, they can.
Zhusheng's divine sense swept over, and he found his son hiding in the begonia tree.
Many of these flowers and trees have grown in this palace for many years, so they are exceptionally tall.
Mao Mao can climb up, bold enough, and flexible enough.
But Zhusheng also "saw" that this mischievous boy was about to fall from the tall begonia tree.
Zhujun, who was deliberating, suddenly stood up, but his figure suddenly froze.
In Zhusheng's divine consciousness, another divine consciousness appeared.
That divine consciousness appeared in such a way, as if telling Zhusheng I'm here. gd1806102: