After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 17 Besides me, my sister-in-law also makes clothes for others

Xing Qianri frowned.

His cousin, who rolls all over the floor, is too ugly, what's the difference between her and a street shrew?
However, for the sake of the Xiao family's property, he couldn't leave her alone.

He held back his nausea and pulled Xiao Dujuan up: "Don't hang around here, don't you think it's shameful enough? Let's go, I have to see Shen Shilang!"

Xiao Dujuan cursed and was dragged away by Xing Qianri.

After everyone dispersed, Chen Zijing said to Wei Zi: "What's the name of the young lady?"

Wei Zi glanced at him.

Xiao Dujuan is not a good person, and this Chen Zijing may not be a good person either.

She hid behind Xiao Fengxian like an evasive person: "Master Chen, I'm just a widow at home, I'm afraid there is no need to exchange names with you."

"Young madam misunderstood." Chen Zijing said in a very gentle and slow voice, "Brother Ling Xiao and I used to study in the same academy, and we were classmates for several years. It can be said that we are brothers and sisters. Since you are his wife, you are also mine. Sister-in-law. Now that he is gone, I will naturally take good care of you, lest you be bullied by others like today. "

Wei Zi frowned.

This person is like a cowhide plaster, it can't be peeled off after being pasted on, it's really annoying.

Xiao Fengxian stared at Chen Zijing, with a smile that was not a smile: "It's okay, what kind of relatives are you blindly dating? If you have to get close, Xiao Dujuan is still Xiao Lingxiao's biological sister, why don't you see her taking care of her? Why do you think that everyone doesn't know? Get out of here , don't go to my sister-in-law."

Chen Zijing was humiliated, so she tightened her folding fan so that she didn't turn her face on the spot.

He looked at Xiao Fengxian twice, and smiled: "I heard that brother Ling Xiao has a younger brother who likes to stay at home all the year round and rarely comes to the academy. The second brother is so young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, right? Today is the same Come to apprentice? I'm afraid Shen Shilang doesn't like it because he doesn't study too much."

Chen Zijing is 20 years old this year, already the height of an adult, growing fast, with traces of stubble visible on her lips. Although Xiao Fengxian is taller than her peers, compared to Chen Zijing, she still looks a bit immature.

Xiao Fengxian was already dissatisfied with this sense of gap, and Chen Zijing's condescending gaze and coaxing children's "Second Brother" made him even more angry.

It seems that in Chen Zijing's eyes, he and his sister-in-law are adults, while he is just a child.

He licked his upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, pursed his thin lips in a mocking sneer, and his whole body was slightly tense, like a beast that was gathering strength after seeing its prey.

He was about to have a seizure, Wei Zi grabbed his sleeve in time, and said to Chen Zijing: "Young Master Chen, let's take our leave first."

Wei Zi pulled Xiao Fengxian to a remote corridor: "He is the son of the county magistrate, why did you offend him? Just dismiss him casually."

"I don't like it."

Xiao Fengxian walked to the pillar, and marked his height with his fingernails.

He took two steps back and took a closer look. He is only 15 years old this year, and he will grow taller in the future, taller than Chen Zijing and Xiao Lingxiao, and more manly than them.

He glanced at Wei Zi.

He reckoned that his sister-in-law would at most reach his shoulder in the future.

Imagine whispering like this morning, even if you stand on tiptoe, I'm afraid it won't work, you have to bow your head.

Wei Zi touched his cheek: "What are you looking at?"

"Sister-in-law is good-looking, Chen Zijing has taken a fancy to you." Xiao Fengxian chuckled, thinking of something, Danfeng's eyes suddenly became dim, "Actually, Chen Zijing's clothes are made by sister-in-law, right? My clothes are made of the same material as his." Yes, but my sister-in-law can't afford such a good material, so Xiao Dujuan must have bought the material and sent my sister-in-law to make it."

It was obviously an ordinary conversation, but his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, and in the quiet and deserted corridor, he brought out a sense of aggression and oppression that was about to come.

Wei Zi looked away guiltily, and his voice became softer: "You guessed right..."

After she finished speaking, she felt baffled again.

Okay, why is she so guilty?
"Sure enough." Xiao Fengxian's suppressed anger surged up again, "She told you to do it, do you want to do it? She told you to die, will you die or not?"

Wei Zi didn't understand why he was angry.

Is it angry that I was too obedient and was bullied by Xiao Dujuan?

She said nicely, "It's just a piece of clothing. I didn't tire myself, so I finished it casually. Second brother don't need to feel sorry for me."

Xiao Fengxian almost laughed out loud.

His widowed sister-in-law is really pitiful, she can't understand good or bad words.

He said sourly: "Sister-in-law is really amazing, besides me, she also makes clothes for others."

Wei Zi finally sensed something was wrong, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Means nothing."

"I make clothes for others, why are you angry?"

"I am not angry."

"Without the fabric Xiao Dujuan sent, your clothes wouldn't be able to be made. You didn't suffer, so why are you making trouble?"

"I didn't make a fuss."

"You—" Wei Zi was at a loss for words.

She turned her head and stared at the lush vines outside the corridor, and after a while, she explained seriously: "I can't go out, I promised to help Xiao Dujuan make clothes, in exchange, she was willing to bring me to Yunshen Temple."

Xiao Fengxian did not expect this to be the reason.

However, when he thought that this little widow would spend the night holding lamps and needles, embroidering clothes stitch by stitch, remembering the measurements of other men, and worrying about other men for the sake of other men, his heart still couldn't bear it. Great fun.

He imitated Wei Zi's tone, with a strange tone: "Oh, I can't go out. I promised to help Xiao Dujuan make clothes. In exchange, she was willing to bring me to Yunshen Temple..."

Wei Zi's face was flushed red, like juice dripping from overripe cherries.

She stomped on her embroidered shoes: "Second brother, are you crazy?!"

Xiao Fengxian continued to be sour and strange: "I am infatuated with my husband, even if he dies and turns into a ghost, I will still—"

"Xiao Fengxian!"

Wei Zi was completely annoyed, and he squeezed his small fists to beat Xiao Fengxian's chest.

Her fists were soft, and it didn't hurt at all when she punched her chest, but Xiao Fengxian's chest was hard, and Wei Zi's hands hurt.

She beat her hard a few times, Xiao Fengxian held back her hand with a smile: "Sister-in-law, stop beating."

Girls do housework all year round, and their hands are definitely not delicate.

There are even slight scars on the joints and the back of the hands.

However, holding it in Xiao Fengxian's palm, not only did he not feel rough, but he felt pity in his heart.

Her hands are small and soft, she should be pampered like other young ladies, she only needs to play the piano and write and write all day, but his sister-in-law has a bad life.

He quietly squeezed her hand.

I just want to have mercy, not to let go.

(End of this chapter)