After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chen Zijing's eyes changed after thinking about those things.

Xiao Fengxian looked at him coldly: "It's windy in the garden, I'm going to bring my sister-in-law into the house. Young Master Chen, please go ahead."

After all, with a strong and considerate attitude, he took Wei Zi away.

Chen Zijing stayed where she was, unwillingly watching them disappear from sight.

The girl's back is graceful and graceful, like the most plump and delicate flower on the branch, waiting to be picked urgently.

No wonder Xiao Fengxian took Wei Zi so seriously. It turned out that he already knew Wei Zi's identity, and he knew what it meant to be in the Duke's mansion, so he disregarded the principles of human relations, and tried every means to keep his eldest sister-in-law in a private house. To have her alone!
Xiao Fengxian...

What a deep heart!
Chen Zijing thought, and left Xiaku Bieyuan unwillingly.

The Chen family's carriage stopped at the alley.

Chen Zijing boarded the carriage in a panic, and Chen Ruixiang was waiting in the carriage.

She handed her brother a cup of tea: "Why is brother absent-minded? Could it be that he didn't see Wei Zi?"

"I see..." Chen Zijing's voice was low.

Chen Ruixiang was curious: "Is she really the lost eldest lady of Zhen Guogong's mansion?"

"I'm afraid so."

"She still refuses to accept brother?"

Chen Zijing was silent.

"Damn it!" Chen Ruixiang thumped the small table angrily, "No matter who she is, she is just a married widow! How dare she reject brother again and again?! Brother is young and talented, isn't it? Still not good enough for her?!"

In Chen Zijing's mind, that flower-like beauty emerged.

His eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Ruixiang, Juren like us, who have been tested from a small place, is almost as small as dust in Shangjing City, where the rich and famous are like a cloud, and it is impossible to get into the eyes of those noble people. Wei Zi, she Now she is a very popular sweet pastry. Whoever climbs up to her is equivalent to climbing up to the government of the town, which means that he can save decades of detours in the future. For example, our father, who has been ups and downs in the officialdom for decades, suffered ups and downs in his official career. Now I am just a small county magistrate, and I have never seen the emperor in my life. But if I become the son-in-law of the Zhenguo government, I can even become a Beijing official before the age of 30."

Chen Ruixiang was in a daze.

She stared at her brother, who was always high-spirited, but now his eyes were full of longing, and he seemed to be in a trance.

It seems that as long as you get Wei Zi, you will be able to achieve success just around the corner.

She persuaded in a low voice: "My brother Han Chuang has studied hard for many years. Even without Wei Zi, with my brother's talent, I can still be admitted to Jinshi. My brother is already much better than my father, and my brother's son will have a much higher starting point than his brother in the future." .As long as each generation is stronger than the next generation, then our family will always produce a Beijing official in the future. Why must we marry Wei Zi? Besides, he doesn’t know how to flatter his brother, and he doesn’t give my brother a good face at all..."

"What do you know?!" Chen Zijing snapped, "There is a shortcut, why do you have to study hard?! It's strange that people say that you have long hair but short knowledge. You are still my own sister, so you have become as stupid as a pig ? You are not allowed to intervene in what I have decided!"

Chen Ruixiang didn't dare to disobey him, so she had to shut up aggrievedly.

The carriage set off slowly.

Chen Zijing opened the curtains, still looking into the alley unwillingly.

Wei Zi, Wei Zi...

If he can't marry this woman, then he will be the son of the county magistrate of Shanyin County all his life. Although his talent and appearance are not inferior to those of the sons and sons of the aristocratic families, in terms of connections and resources, he is more than a star and a half behind!
How can he be willing!

He wanted to be the son-in-law of Duke Zhen's mansion, and wanted to be supported by Duke Zhen.

Therefore, no matter what means he uses, he must get this woman.

Wei Zi is the key for him to step into the court and become a marquis and prime minister in the future!

Meanwhile, the wing.

Xiao Fengxian sent Wei Zi back and looked around: "Sister-in-law lives here, what else is there?"

Wei Zi personally made tea for him, and said with a smile: "This wing room is luxuriously and exquisitely furnished, how can I be short of things?"

The furniture and cabinets in the wing room should all be carved with red sandalwood, and the most fashionable dresses and shoes are neatly stacked in the closet. The rouge and gouache on the makeup mirror table are all Wei Zi has never seen before. The gold-painted porcelain box is known to be very expensive.

The hanging curtain is as light as moonlight. It is said that it is a streamer yarn produced in the Western Regions, one inch and one gold; the dark green silk bedding is soft and warm, and the quilt is covered with exquisite and luxurious Shu embroidery; Guang, said that it was agarwood, "one tael of agarwood is ten thousand taels of gold", in Shangjing, only princesses and concubines can afford it.

Xiao Fengxian put all the good things he could get in this boudoir.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this house is made of gold.

"I don't need anything." Xiao Fengxian sat down with her robe lifted, picked up the tea made by Wei Zi, and took a sip slowly.

Wei Zi sat opposite him, sorting out the calligraphy he had practiced in the past two days when he had nothing to do.

After taking two sips of tea, Xiao Fengxian suddenly raised his fox eyes and stared at Wei Zi: "I like it when you call me that."

Wei Zi didn't understand, so: "What?"

Xiao Fengxian didn't say anything.

After a while, Wei Zi recalled calling him by his name in the garden, and couldn't help but blushed slightly, and lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze: "At that time, I called out in a hurry, and I'm afraid it's against the rules to call him again in the future... "

"Then call in private."

In private?
Wei Zi held the rice paper tightly.

Calling her in private, as if she really had an affair with her second brother...

"Sister-in-law, I want to hear it. In the spring of next year, I'm going to take part in the test. Don't you even want to grant me this small wish? Sister-in-law, when it's just the two of us, just call out secretly, No one else will hear it."

He obviously has an arrogant and domineering handsome face, but his tone is like a poor puppy acting like a spoiled child.

Wei Zi lowered her eyelashes in embarrassment.

This man always has a way to force her to submit.

She swallowed uncomfortably, her voice was almost like a gnat: "Feng, Fengxian..."

Xiao Fengxian was satisfied.

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, as if even his name sounded nice.

If there is a festive night in the bridal chamber in the future, I don't know what kind of coquettish she will be when she calls out the name in the tent with a crying voice.

He pushed forward: "Can I call again?"

Wei Zi was ashamed and angry, and glared at him.

Xiao Fengxian laughed out loud: "Okay, I know it can't be done."

three days later.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the wind blowing through the window in the morning is a bit colder.

Wei Zi added a thick purple outerwear, and had breakfast with Murong Jiuli in the flower hall.

She doesn't have any other thoughts about Murong Jiuli, but the other party likes to pester her very much these days, and even wants to eat together.

Qingju sent an invitation: "Girl, a post from the Chen family."

Wei Zijing passed, opened it, and saw that the plum blossoms in Chen's mansion were in full bloom. Chen Ruixiang planned to hold a flower banquet in the mansion tomorrow, and invited her to enjoy the flowers and have tea together. invited.

Wei Zi chuckled: "I don't have any friendship with her, flower banquet or something, that's all."

Qingju said truthfully: "The boy who sent the post said, if you don't go, please look at the back of the post."