With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

The leading soldier took out a piece of white rice paper from his bosom, his face full of admiration: "Miss Feng, to be honest, although I am a rough man, I admire people with outstanding literary talent the most. There are three people in Tiansheng Country that I admire: Mr. Kong, the great prince, and you. Can you sign for me?"

Looking at the white rice paper handed over, Feng Qingjiu was dumbfounded again!

What the hell, a signature?

Was this also popular in ancient times?

Looking at the expectant eyes of the officers and soldiers in front of him, Feng Qingjiu nodded: "It's okay...but I...!"

Before Feng Qing could finish his drunken talk, a brush was handed to him.

The leading officer said, "Miss Feng, I have brought the pen...!"

Good guy just calls out good guy!

666 Ah!

Feng Qing gave him a thumbs up: "Great...!"

Then he picked up the brush and prepared to sign on the white rice paper.

"Ms. Feng, just write Song Rentou, and then add your name at the end, is that okay?"

Giving away heads?

Someone actually gave it a name like this, what a genius!

Feng Qingjiu smiled awkwardly: "Sure, sure!"

Then he raised his hand and began to write.

With a few "swishes", Feng Qingjiu handed the rice paper and brush in his hand to the leading officer and soldier: "It's done...!"

The leading officer took the rice paper with great joy: "Thank you Miss Feng...!"

The next second, the smile of the leading officer froze!

He touched his head and said with some embarrassment: "Miss Feng... it's not the "send to someone" in this way. It's the "Song" in "Song Yu" and the "Ren" in "Ren Yi". The "head" is written correctly."

"...Haha...haha..." Feng Qingjiu laughed awkwardly a few times: "Of course I know it's Song Rentou, I just wanted to be humorous."

Damn it, this is so embarrassing!

"Miss Feng, please write it on the back!" Song Rentou said.

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Oh... OK!"

So Feng Qingjiu took the rice paper again, turned it over, and wrote the correct name of Song Rentou.

Song Rentou took the rice paper, looked at it with satisfaction, and put it carefully into his pocket.

"Thank you Miss Feng... Then we will leave...!"

After the officers and soldiers left, Feng Qingjiu and his family returned to the yard and started to have breakfast.

"Mother...what's wrong? Why are you looking at your daughter like that...?"

Ever since I entered the room, the beautiful mother has been staring at me intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Shu smiled gently: "It's okay... I just feel that Jiu has really changed now, and I almost don't recognize him anymore."

Oh no! Could it be that the beautiful mother knows that I am not the real Fengqing wine?

At this moment Feng Qingjiu couldn't help but panic!

I have never experienced maternal love!

If my beautiful mother knew that I was not the real Feng Qingjiu, would she no longer love me in the future?

Feng Qingjiu pretended to be calm: "Mom, no matter what, your daughter is yours!"

Song Shu looked at her daughter, who was completely different from before, and felt mixed emotions.

“Mom…!” Not hearing any response from the beautiful mother, Feng Qingjiu waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Song Shu came back to her senses: "Well...Ajiu is right, let's eat!"

[Tongtong, do you think my beautiful mother knows that I am not the real Fengqingjiu? ]

The system pretended to be in deep thought: [It doesn't seem like I know, I should just suspect, host, it must be the poem you recited today that made Mrs. Song suspicious. ]

[It turns out that Feng Qingjiu has never been very smart since she was a child, so Mrs. Song knows exactly how capable she is.]

Looking at the middle-aged woman in front of him whose hair was already graying on both sides, Feng Qingjiu made a secret decision in his heart.

...............

After dinner, Feng Qingjiu called his beautiful mother to his room.

The mother and daughter sat face to face!

"Ajiu, what's wrong?" Song Shu asked.

Feng Qingjiu raised her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her who had given her motherly love.

"Mom...I want to confess something to you."

Song Shu intertwined her hands, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes: "Ajiu, it's getting late today, you should have a good rest, and we can talk about it tomorrow if there is anything!"

After saying this, Song Shu stood up and was about to leave.

Feng Qingjiu stood up and looked at the figure who was about to leave: "Mother... In fact, you have already suspected that I am not your daughter, right?"

With a "bang", Song Shu felt like a string in her brain broke.

"Ajiu, what nonsense are you talking about!"

With a plop, Feng Qingjiu knelt down.

Song Shu turned around in time when she heard the voice: "Ajiu, what are you doing? Get up quickly."

Feng Qingjiu raised her eyes, tears in her eyes about to flow down.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm not your daughter...!"

"What did you say?" Song Shu took a few steps back and almost fell down.

"Mom...!" Feng Qingjiu stood up and supported her.

Song Shu pushed away the girl in front of her who looked exactly like her daughter. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Every beat was accompanied by a tearing pain, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

"You said you are not Ajiu, then where is my Ajiu?"

"Where is my wine?"

Feng Qingjiu felt a pain in his heart as he looked at his hands being pulled apart by his beautiful mother.

"Tell me, where did my Ajiu go..." Song Shu asked again.

Feng Qingjiu sniffed and said, "Mother, the real Feng Qingjiu died on the day she married into the Second Prince's Mansion."

“What did you say…? Ajiu she…she…she is dead…?” Song Shu sat on the stool with a deathly pale face.

She sat quietly, her eyes having lost their former luster, as if the colors of the entire world had faded along with the lost memories, leaving only an endless expanse of gray.

"No...no, it's impossible...!" Song Shu shook her head vigorously.

"You said you are not Ajiu, then why is the birthmark on your body exactly the same as Ajiu's? And why do you know so much about Ajiu?"

"But if you are Jiu... Jiu is my daughter who I have taken good care of since she was a child. She is not as knowledgeable as you, nor as lively and cheerful as you. She is very timid...!"

Song Shu now felt her mind was in a mess.

Feng Qingjiu continued, "Whether you believe it or not, this body still belongs to your daughter Feng Qingjiu. I am also called Feng Qingjiu, but I came from a world thousands or even tens of thousands of years later."

"I am also dead in the other world, but my soul has entered your daughter's body for some unknown reason."

"In the other world, I grew up without a father or a mother, in an orphanage, and never experienced the love of family."

"You made me feel like I was also a child with a mother, so I selfishly wanted to stay with you for the rest of my life under the identity of Feng Qingjiu."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."