After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Xiao Fengxian's reaction was expected by the steward.

He bowed calmly, and slowly exited the tent.

After he left, Xiao Fengxian threw the brocade box on the ground.

The ground was damp, and Nan Zhu, who was hidden in the dark, hurried forward to pick up the Four Treasures of the Study and the bank notes, boldly glanced at Xiao Fengxian, and whispered to persuade: "Young master, don't be angry, as far as I know, all fathers in the world, Most of them don't like young men who pursue their own daughters, for fear that their cabbage will be raped by pigs. It is reasonable for Duke Zhen to react like this."

Xiao Fengxian held back her anger: "What did you say?!"

Nan Zhu hurriedly lowered his head: "No... nothing..."

Xiao Fengxian stared at him coldly, then picked up the bamboo hat on the table, got up and left the tent.

Outside the tent, there are no stars and no moon, and the mountains and rivers are dark.

The rain was cold and cold, and the craftsmen were busy day and night, transporting the stone and soil for the construction of the embankment. The light from the orange torches in the vast night, like the stars in the world, meandered towards the distant post road.

Xiao Fengxian crossed the mountain road, trekking for a long time in the dark, and finally came to the bank of the river.

The river was soaring, and had already overflowed the original dikes and weeping willows, and was wrapped in thick yellow mud. It roared and roared in the dark and silent night, rolling towards the east like a giant dragon.

Someone was standing on the bank of the river with a lantern.

Xiao Fengxian approached and raised his eyebrows.

It was Zhou Xianyuan.

Like those craftsmen, he wore coarse clothes that are convenient for working. He has stood here for some time, his temple hair and shoulders were soaked by the rain. He fixedly stared at the direction of the river, his brows were twisted so that the spring breeze could not blow them away. The Sichuan character.

He stood there like a heavy stone statue.

Xiao Fengxian said: "His Royal Highness?"

Zhou Xianyuan came back to his senses, and nodded slightly at him: "It's late at night, why is Xiao Qing still not asleep?"

"Your Highness hasn't slept either."

Zhou Xianyuan looked at the dace river again: "I can't sleep alone."

"His Highness is worried about the flood?"

"Since the founding of our country, there have been only six floods in history. The most recent one was more than 40 years ago. Now this time, it is the seventh time." Zhou Xianyuan was worried. After all, there are tens of thousands of craftsmen out there, none of whom have any experience in water control. Xiao Qing is worried that the ineffective water control will only make the burden on the people even heavier."

Xiao Fengxian didn't have the habit of comforting others, so she chose to remain silent.

Zhou Xianyuan bowed his head, and took out a round thing from his bosom, which turned out to be a steamed bun.

He broke open the steamed bun and handed half of it to Xiao Fengxian, as if confiding or muttering: "When I was an orphan and a child, my mother was not yet a queen, and my father and emperor didn't like him, so the people in the imperial dining room often treated our mother and son harshly because of this. The food sent to the palace garden was either short of catties or rotten food and water. I was so hungry that I saw bird nests hidden in the elm tree in the palace, so I climbed up the tree to dig out the eggs. Not only did I not get the eggs, Instead, he was bitten by a poisonous snake entrenched on a branch.

"Gu was covered in bruises, lying on the couch dying of breath, so painful that he often convulsed and convulsed. Gu was hungry, and even the medicine soup that was so bitter that he could vomit bile, Gu could drink very happily. The nurse felt sorry for Gu, saying that Gu was growing up, There should be something good to eat. So the queen mother did not hesitate to kneel in front of the nurse in charge, and exchanged all her gold hairpins and silver hairpins for a plate of steamed buns for Gu."

On the bank of the river, Zhou Xianyuan took a bite of steamed buns.

The white flour chews and melts between the lips and teeth, gradually producing a malty sweetness.

Zhou Xianyuan's eyes were slightly moist: "Xiao Qing, when I was an orphan, I believed that steamed buns were the best food in the world. Until now, I still believe so when I am alone as a prince. I have no other ambitions in this life. I just want all the people to eat. You can eat steamed buns. That’s all.”

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed far away, his eyes were brighter than the stars: "Xiao Qing, I only want to build the strongest embankment in history, and I only want all the refugees in this flood to eat white flour steamed buns!"

Xiao Fengxian pinched the steamed bun.

After he made his first money as a teenager, he never wanted to eat this kind of food again.

Seeing that he was motionless, Zhou Xianyuan stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "You are used to extravagance. I heard that what you eat every day is fine red japonica rice. There are some people who are not used to this kind of rough tea and light rice, so don't force yourself."

He was born with thick eyebrows and big eyes, without the airs of a crown prince, like a kind brother.

Xiao Fengxian was silent, took off the bamboo hat, and handed it to Zhou Xianyuan: "Steamed bread in return."

Without waiting for Zhou Xianyuan to say anything, he turned and left the river embankment.

His figure gradually merged into the chaotic night.

The lantern in his hand emitted a warm orange light in the mountains, and the chirping of summer insects came from the shadow of the trees. For some reason, Wei Ling's irritable mood, which was affected by it, suddenly became extraordinarily special. calm.

With his back to Zhou Xianyuan, he lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed bun.

It wasn't that hard to swallow.

……

The night is getting darker.

Zhen Guogong Mansion, Peony Garden.

"Miss, stop reading, you hurt your eyes carefully." Xing'er brought hot tea and cut the wick of the lantern short, "It's already four o'clock, even if you can survive, the servants will still love your body!"

Wei Feifan closed the pages of the book, rubbed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's so easy to catch Wei Zi's handle, and I thought my parents would teach her a lesson, but I just lifted it high and put it down gently. What is it?" Daddy is reluctant to punish her as his own daughter. Since I am not my own, I have to work harder in other places to be favored by Daddy."

"Look, servant girl, the Duke already dotes on Miss very much."

"What do you know?" Wei Fei slapped her with a glance, got up and walked to the multi-treasure shelf, lovingly stroking the dough doll, "The love I want is the only love in the world. If you can share it with others, What kind of love is that? It’s just alms! Wei Zi, Wei Zi...is really an eyesore!"

Wei Feishan walked to the window in annoyance, reached out to touch the rain outside, and the haze flashed across the beautiful round apricot eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly pulled the corner of her mouth.

She knows how to get Daddy's and Grandma's attention back!
The next morning.

Wei Zi was serving Mrs. Wei to wash and wash in the He'an Hall, when Wei Feishan suddenly came over early to say hello.

She said obediently: "These days my sister is serving my grandmother, let me do my filial piety too!"

Seeing her like this, Wei Zi knew what she was going to do again.

She was too lazy to argue with her, so she calmly moved out of the way.

Wei Feishan wrung out the handkerchief in the copper basin held by the maid, with a look of worry in her eyes, she said softly: "Grandmother, it has been raining heavily these days, and I heard that the dace river broke its embankment, and many people suffered because of it." Suffering. I was also idle, so I specially wrote more than a dozen posts last night, inviting His Highness and Sister Xiangxue to go to the outskirts of the city to write a few poems and songs for the flood. If it can be spread, it will arouse the sympathy of those wealthy people Heart, let them donate money to the flood victims, it is also a kind deed.”

Mrs. Wei nodded: "You are young, and you are a boudoir girl. It is very rare to have such a heart of worrying about the country and the people. It's just that it is dangerous outside the city. If you want to travel, you should bring more attendants. In addition, You can't cause trouble to the Crown Prince who is stationed in the outskirts of the city."

"Grandmother agrees to be good." Wei Feifan bent her almond eyes, and suddenly turned to Wei Zi, "Sister, too?"