Extra Story: Ascension to the Pole (Part 1)

Jiang Pengji grew up so big, it was the first time she knew what it was——

The fight was fun for a while, and the crematorium afterwards.

She lay on the bed as a seriously injured patient for two or three months, until the cold winter slowly melted and a ray of spring came, and she was allowed to walk on the ground. The external injury was okay, but the few knives stabbed by the Zhanshen Saber were too harsh and difficult to raise.

Even Jiang Pengji's royal physician cursed the assailant more than once before she became mad.

Qi Guanrang often came over to visit, each time with a dignified expression, he couldn't help but hold something in his right hand.

Jiang Pengji said, "I know you are suffering, so I brought your favorite fan later, why take it off on purpose?"

Qi Guanrang has no other problems other than fan control, but Jiang Pengji is an injured patient, and there is no wind in the house.

He said, "If you don't get used to it for a while, just bear with it and let it go, but the master's body—you have to be more careful in the future."

Jiang Pengji's whole body was covered with major and minor injuries, and her whole body was tied up like a mummy. At first, only her eyeballs and mouth could move.

"The enemy is finished, who can hurt me? Even if I don't want to pay attention, I won't have this chance in the future."

Qi Guanrang didn't say a word after hearing this, but every time when he left, Jiang Pengji suspected that Qi Guanrang was going to fight with someone.

Wei Ci said, "Wen Zheng is out of breath."

Jiang Pengji said, "Fortunately, he didn't know the truth, otherwise this matter would not end well."

As a sick patient, Jiang Pengji appeared calm on the surface and looked like an outsider, but in reality she was filled with blood and tears.

If she had known that she would have to bear all these sufferings, why did she act so hard that night?

Mistake! Mistake!

Because of the habit she had developed over the years, Jiang Pengji was able to wake up very early. Due to her injuries, she couldn't move around, so she could only lie down all day to pass the time. At this time, she missed the live broadcast room very much-watching those salted fish chattering, one day passed in a hurry.

but--

In fact, it's okay, after all, I also said hello before parting, which can be regarded as an explanation to Xianyu.

Jiang Pengji thought quietly while looking at the flying snow outside the window.

Wei Ci was bringing her lunch, seeing Jiang Pengji's look of nostalgia, he couldn't help asking.

"I'm missing an old friend. I've known each other for eighteen years, but—now I can't see each other. Before I left, I didn't say goodbye properly." Jiang Pengji said, "Life is like duckweed. If so, I understand that too. It's just—”

Wei Ci said, "It's just that my lord still feels lost?"

Jiang Pengji said, "That's pretty much what it means. It's like something I'm used to suddenly disappears, and I'm feeling down. Isn't it the same with documents? Every time he comes back to see me, he's afraid that the fan will freeze me, so he deliberately Open the door, but he is not used to it."

Years of habits, especially once or twice can be broken?

According to Wen Zheng, he has developed the habit of using a fan since he was five or six years old. At first, he used it to repel mosquitoes for his seriously ill mother. No idea——Jiang Pengji and Xianyu have been together for seventeen years and eight months. Counting her age in her previous life, the live broadcast room is equivalent to accompanying her for one-third of her life.

It's gone all of a sudden, how can she get used to it?

Wei Ci smiled and carefully helped her up to eat, "Didn't my lord also say, 'Life is like duckweed gathering and dispersing, if there is a fate, we will unite, and if there is no fate, we will be separated'. Fate can't be forced. At that time, why didn't we separate for the sake of Reunion in the future? As long as there is fate, we will always meet."

Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of what the salted fish had written before.

"Always remember, there will be reverberations?"

Wei Ci smiled and said, "Maybe that's the reason."

Jiang Pengji had eaten her meal and followed the doctor's advice. In the afternoon, she would go down to the ground and walk for a while to facilitate her physical recovery.

"Now I walk slower than Lian'er and the others."

With a cane in both hands, Jiang Pengji strolled back and forth with the help of Wei Ci, and her range of activities was limited to the inner courtyard.

Tired from walking, she put aside her crutches and found a rockery to lean on, sweating profusely on her forehead.

"My lord, it's better to walk slowly."

Jiang Pengji looked at him, "Why?"

Wei Ci said, "If you slow down, they will grow up faster and catch up."

Jiang Pengji was silent when she heard the words, Wei Ci quickly brushed her temple with his hand, where there was a very thin but eye-catching white hair.

The more powerful the more power you have, the more taboo you are to grow old. This is true of the emperors who once ruled the country and left countless romantic names. It seems that emperors throughout the ages cannot escape this fate, so there are various emperors seeking immortality. The allusion of seeking longevity.

But Wei Ci knew that the person in front of him was not like that.

The passage of time is very normal for her, and she faces it calmly, and even has a different kind of joy.

"If you don't pay attention, your hair will grow gray." She twisted that hair, and looked at Wei Ci again, "Zi Xiao also has it."

After all, Wei Ci was six years older than Jiang Pengji.

The latter started to grow gray hair gradually, so how could he be exempt?

She tied their white hair in a knot and teased with a smile, "Is this the first step towards growing old together?"

Wei Ci just felt that her heart was going to be melted by her words.

If you want to say what is the luckiest thing in your life before and after——

Undoubtedly, he knew the person in front of him.

Taking advantage of the absence of the courtyard, Jiang Pengji wanted to see and kiss Wei Ci.

Being a patient also has its benefits. For example, Wei Ci never refuses, on the contrary, he is quite conniving, accepting any teasing that is not excessive.

Seeing that Jiang Pengji was about to kiss her, a familiar electronic voice sounded in her ears.

【叮咚——】

【Dear Commander of the Seventh Federation Army, Your Excellency Jiang Pengji——】

[Your new system has been maintained from xx, xx, xx to now, which lasted 33 days, 33 hours and 33 minutes in February——]

[It is now on the shelves again, please pay attention to check. 】

Jiang Pengji "..."

A lingering thing!

Let's not talk about this weird way of updating the time, just talk about the update and maintenance for so long, what is it that has been maintained?

Are there new features?

[No - not at all! 】

Then why do you maintain it for so long?

She thought it had completely disappeared.

[The nanny still has holidays, 17 years and 8 months plus 23 days, all year round, what's wrong with the maintenance for two months? 】

Jiang Pengji "..."

No, this tone of voice is not decent.

Could it be that Tiannao hasn't belched yet?

[No, it has already burped, I just accepted its information, so I know this. The former Tiannao lived for too long and stored too much hot chicken information. It took me a long time to clean them up. The maintenance time is a little bit longer. 】

Jiang Pengji was silent for two seconds, guessing the identity of this guy.

Fengyou?

or—

A Zai of the old chief's family, Jiang Pengji's spiritual body in Zhan Shen Dao?

【These identities are all me. You can call me whatever you want, Your Excellency Jiang Pengji. Speaking of which, my continuation depends on your efforts. 】

Jiang Pengji sneered.

She had expected it when Zhan Shen Dao absorbed two system slices.

The mysterious man handed her the Zhanshen Saber, probably not to help Jiang Pengji kill Tiannao—because she had already shown signs of awakening the ancient blood at that time—the real intention should be for the current one—slightly upset, But also acceptable.

"How can you guarantee that you won't become the second heavenly brain to cause chaos?"

[Rules and constraints, the sky brain in your mouth doesn't have it, but I do. 】

"Old chief?"

【It's fine to call her that if you like. 】

"I'm curious about the relationship between you."

【This is another story. It is a long story to tell. Your Excellency has a lot of time to deal with. I'm afraid you won't like to hear it. 】

Jiang Pengji could tell that the newly appointed "system" might not be a fuel-efficient lamp.

However, if it messed up, the old chief was the one to clean up the mess, not her, so Jiang Pengji didn't bother to worry about it.

"Can I start the live broadcast now?"

【yes. ] After all, what else is it mumbling about, 【...the background received billions of complaints, and it was too late to delete spam...】

Jiang Pengji "..."

Does she have reason to suspect that if it is not for complaining about too much information about Spicy Chicken, it can continue to be maintained?

Looking at the familiar startup interface, Jiang Pengji thought about what gesture to use to meet her old friend again.

result--

The live broadcast started, and there was no grand cheer as expected.

Looking at the empty screen, she was not used to being used to talking nonsense.

After about five minutes, there were more people in the live broadcast room one after another, and the bullet screens uniformly turned into exclamation marks.

[Smuggling to Africa] Anchor, did you cheat?

[Auntie eating in the cafeteria] Anchor, did you cheat?

[Oatmeal is unpalatable] I'm sorry, the lost anchor cheated?

[Three Squirrels Snacks] That's amazing, has the coffin board that was ordered been pried open by the anchor?

[The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good] Oh my god, I'm going to tell my parents that the lost anchor has returned with a fake corpse! ! !

Jiang Pengji "..."

She didn't know that on the first day when the live broadcast room disappeared, Weibo was overwhelmed and paralyzed, and the platform programmer worked overtime until his head became bald, but it didn't recover from the decline. The next day, the bib was still smashed by the news of the disappearance of the live broadcast room, and many fans cursed and turned black—it’s not black, it’s not good, the TV series that has been chasing for seventeen years and eight months finally ushered in the much-anticipated finale, stepping on the horse He even said that he was a eunuch!

If I knew it was a eunuch, I would have said it earlier, the foreplay is all over, so I can't say it at a critical moment?

The fans who cared about Jiang Pengji and the angry black fans fought for three days and three nights using the scarf as a battlefield.

The hot topic list took turns to kill the list, and other celebrities who wanted to debut and buy hot searches were miserable.

A lot of money is thrown down, and even a small tail can't be hanged.

This melee continued for seven days, and the netizens felt that they could fight another 800 rounds. The program ape who had woken up in the ICU issued a scarf and cried, begging them to stop the battle and give people a way to survive. After seven days, the enthusiasm for this matter gradually subsided. On the eighth day after the live broadcast room disappeared, some people still think it will come back.

Now that more than two months have passed, many familiar fans are staring at the videos saved back then in a daze.

Did this magical live broadcast room really exist?

When they all desperately accepted the reality, the live broadcast room sent a push to the fans who followed.

They were stunned and stunned, and when they reacted and rushed into the live broadcast room to ask for an explanation, five million people were full _(:3)∠)_

It's okay if the live broadcast room is full, they still have scarves!

So, the program who had just been discharged from the hospital saw the backstage of another collapse, and took a deep puff of cigarette worryingly.

"Fuck, resign!"

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