The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

The time for leaving Fengchun Valley was set for two days later, which was the result of discussion with Chi Jingyang.

The pills and herbs that the little guy brought were very effective. Lu Jingchu's condition improved immediately, but if he wanted to survive the journey, he would have to wait patiently for a few more days. The number of two days was the shortest deadline that had been pushed to the limit after considering many factors.

The people in Fengchun Valley also agreed to go out together, to join Jiang Yanchuan, first follow the army to the north, and then go to Dayu together.

Having achieved the main purpose of coming here, Jiang Yingcheng suddenly relaxed.

After relaxing, the round little head finally remembered that he also had an extremely urgent matter -

Jiang Yingcheng turned around and secretly glanced at her handsome father, then suddenly felt sad.

【well--】

Whenever she felt sad, she couldn't help wanting to find someone to talk to.

007 almost naturally became the trash can for her emotions.

[I almost forgot that Chengcheng will soon be separated from his father——]

Behind her, the few people who were whispering about the follow-up matters stiffened noticeably.

Gao Siyuan's mind was extremely simple when it came to matters other than war. Upon hearing this, he immediately cast a look towards Emperor Mingze.

Why are you just standing there watching?

Go and comfort them!!

Jiang Yanchuan: "..."

Jiang Yanchuan sighed deeply and waved his hand to let the two of them leave first.

He had never found a suitable opportunity to discuss this matter before, and now that this matter was over, it was time for him to have a good talk with the little guy.

Jiang Yanchuan walked to the little guy and sat down slowly: "Chengcheng."

"what!!"

Jiang Yingcheng was startled by the sudden sound behind him, and his whole body shook noticeably.

"Daddy?"

She looked left and right: "Where are Uncle Liaochen and Uncle Gao?"

You were still there just now?!

Jiang Yanchuan said "hmm": "After the discussion was over, they left."

In fact, the discussion has not been completed yet, but he has encountered something that needs more attention.

Jiang Yingcheng nodded ignorantly, lowered her head to think for a while, jumped off the chair, pushed it in the direction of her handsome father, and when the two benches were tightly fitted together, she slowly climbed up and sat down next to her handsome father.

"Hehehe~"

[Brother Tong, Brother Tong, Father smells so good——]

Even without the ambergris that she loved so much before, she still felt that the most common scent of plants and trees in nature could give her a lot of security.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingcheng's eyes darkened.

The mood that had just become excited suddenly became depressed again.

【well--】

She cried to 007 in a low voice: [Such a good father, but now he is not as clear as before...]

Jiang Yanchuan suddenly asked: "Unhappy?"

Jiang Yingcheng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head: "Yeah?"

“No wow—” She rubbed her body to the side again, got into the arms of her handsome father, and said stubbornly, “Chengcheng is super~happy!”

Her voice was brisk and her tone sincere, and if he hadn't been able to hear her true thoughts, even he would have been almost deceived.

Jiang Yanchuan lowered his eyes and looked over.

The little guy buried his whole face in his arms. He couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could imagine what the little guy's face must be like right now.

He was also a little worried.

In the past, no one of his children had dared to approach him like this, and he never had to think about how to talk about his concerns with a child of this age.

He had a lot of truths to tell the little girl, but he didn't know how to induce her to tell him what was on her mind.

"you--"

【Huh? 】

The little guy in his arms seemed to have heard some news from "Brother Tong" and suddenly sat up straight with energy.

There was also a bright light in his eyes.

[Really?!] Jiang Yingcheng clenched her fists with her hands hanging down by her side. She seemed to be alive again. [I’m going! Chengcheng is going!]

……

Jiang Yingcheng held her handsome father's hand and led him across half of Fengchun Valley until they arrived in front of an inconspicuous courtyard.

She stood outside the yard politely, poked her head inside and called out, "Uncle You, are you home?"

A middle-aged man quickly walked out of the room, and cheerfully answered, "Why are you here, Chengcheng?"

When he came closer, he seemed to have just noticed Jiang Yanchuan's figure and bowed respectfully.

Jiang Yanchuan raised his hand to stop the other party.

He knew the man in front of him.

You Xi was good at handicrafts and the porcelain he imitated was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Jiang Yanchuan understood in an instant why the little guy brought him here.

Jiang Yingcheng had no idea what her father was thinking, and continued to act. She replied obediently, "Cheng, Chengcheng just remembered that Grandpa Liang said that uncle has a lot of things and it's not convenient to take them away. Chengcheng wanted to bring daddy over to see if there's anything I can do to help uncle~"

This is a good topic to start with, and I really want to help.

"Hey, these were made to kill time. It wouldn't be a pity if they were all left here, but..." You Xi touched his head, looked back at the messy yard, and smiled, "Chengcheng can take a look to see if there's anything he likes. Just consider it a gift from uncle to Chengcheng."

Jiang Yingcheng said shyly, "How can I feel embarrassed?" But her little feet had already honestly stepped into the yard.

Suddenly, a hearty laugh rang out in the courtyard: "Then Chengcheng, take whatever you want. Uncle has a lot of good things in his room. I'll go get them for Chengcheng right away!"

"Okay, okay," Jiang Yingcheng's little face flushed, "Thank you, Uncle You——"

You Xi greeted Jiang Yanchuan and turned back into the house.

Jiang Yingcheng then took her beautiful father to pick and choose in the yard.

She was actually not very comfortable doing such a thing, but with such a huge mountain pressing down on her, she had no choice but to do it.

Jiang Yingcheng pointed randomly, "That one looks very beautiful."

Jiang Yanchuan looked in the direction the little guy pointed.

It was a porcelain vase with rich colors, and its shape and craftsmanship were quite elegant from the Zhaoming period. He understood the little guy's intention, so he also said, "It is indeed very beautiful."

"Dad remembers that he seemed to have seen the picture of this porcelain vase before," Jiang Yanchuan pretended to think, "This should be a replica of an antique from the Zhaoming period."

"Wow!"

Jiang Yingcheng cried out in surprise.

[Father is so amazing, he can see this! ]

She walked over modestly and reached out to pick up the porcelain vase: "But it's already very beautiful. Cheng Cheng feels that even if it's fake, it doesn't affect its beauty at all!"

Jiang Yanchuan looked down at the little guy's blood-red ears and said solemnly, "Of course."

“Some things are valuable in themselves, not in their authenticity.”

He lowered his head to meet the little guy's eyes, his expression very serious: "Just like Chengcheng is a fake princess, but father still likes her very much."