After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 179 Yo, ladies and gentlemen, are you composing poems here?

Zhou Xianji had always been introverted and reticent, cold and lonely like the white snow that never melted all year round, but he laughed out loud when he heard this.

Wei Zi was puzzled: "Your Highness?"

Zhou Xianji restrained his expression: "Sorry, I didn't mean to look down on you. You can cook and you are very good. For example, I can't. However, if you can't write a poem today, you may be fined for drinking. Why don't I write it for you?" .”

Wei Zi looked in the direction of Wei Feishan and the others vigilantly, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "Isn't this cheating?"

"It's cheating, so don't tell others." Zhou Xianji casually fetched a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, "I'll do it for you first, and then you can copy it again."

"This, can this work?" Wei Zi hesitated.

Zhou Xianji wrote on the rice paper: "Do you think they were all created on the spot? After receiving the post, many people in this kind of poetry meeting invited famous writers to write in private in advance, and they came to participate after they memorized it. Since they They are all cheating, so naturally you can cheat too."

But in just half an hour, he helped Wei Zi write two poems and one lyrics.

Wei Zi holds it in his hand and flips through it. The words are elegant and restrained, and they are fairly well-behaved, like poems written by women.

She raised her eyes and said sincerely: "Thank you Your Highness, otherwise, I will be fined for drinking."

"You can't drink wine." Zhou Xianji washed the brush in the brush washer, "I remember when you attended the palace banquet when you were young, the fruit brewed by a child could drink it, but you got drunk after two mouthfuls, and you fell on the ground holding the white jade wine gourd. Under the pomegranate tree at the back of the hall, I slept the whole afternoon, which is very lovely."

Wei Zi was silent.

Fortunately, he still remembers what happened 12 years ago.

The white and slender fingertips gently wiped the clear water that was soaked black by ink.

Zhou Xianji lowered his eyelashes: "After you left, everything in the palace remained the same, and I went to the Imperial College to study and write every day as before. But whenever I was free, I would always think of you, as if a piece of my heart had been hollowed out by someone. After reaching the crown, my father also chose a suitable concubine for me, but..."

He was a little sad.

Subconsciously, he had already determined that the position belonged to the little sister Xiao Zi in the Duke of Zhen Guo's mansion.

After she left, people in the capital and even the Wei family gradually forgot about that squeamish and crying girl.

As far as he knew, the Wei family even gave the garden where she lived to other little girls.

But it shouldn't be like this.

Sister Xiaozi really existed and brought joy and happiness to everyone. How could the traces of her existence be erased so easily?

How can forget her?
How sad it would be if she came back in the future and found that her home was no longer her home!

He had to save a place for her.

Zhou Xianji felt sorry for the girl in front of him.

He wiped his fingers with a handkerchief: "Sister Xiao Zi, I have been waiting for you all these years."

Wei Zi was speechless.

Zhou Xianji showed her affection more than once, but how would she respond?

She had long since lost that part of her memory, Zhou Xianji was only closer than a stranger to her now.

What's more, she still has someone else in her heart, and she can't be emotional with him.

Zhou Xianji seemed to know that he would not be able to wait for her response, so he took a quiet look at her, then lowered his head and continued to write poems, his eye pupils were covered by crow-feather-like eyelashes, and there was a death-like emotion at the end of his cold eyes.

Wei Zi studied ink and quietly copied poems.

Her heartbeat was faster than usual, and when Zhou Xianji looked at her just now, she actually felt a little sad.

If only I could remember my life before being abducted.

If she could remember, maybe her relationship with Zhou Xianji would become deeper.

Wei Ziquan thought about it, and after transcribing the three poems, he got up and handed them to Wei Feifan.

Wei Feifan was surprised: "You finished it so quickly?"

She gritted her teeth, feeling unhappy for a while. Wei Zi clearly said that she couldn't compose poetry. On the way here, Xiao Dujuan also secretly told her that Wei Zi had never written poetry, but why did she suddenly know it again?
She also wanted to punish her for drinking and embarrass her in public...

Wei Feishan flipped through the three poems, then looked at Wei Zi's seat, noticed that Zhou Xianji was still immersed in writing, and immediately guessed something.

I'm afraid that these few poems were ghostwritten by the Second Highness for her.

Wei Feifan held the rice paper tightly. The weather was hot and humid, and fine sweat seeped into the paper, staining the wet color.

What is going on in this world?
Wei Zi obviously doesn't have any talent, and can't even compose the most basic poems, but the Second Highness is willing to help her cheat, and she, Wei Feifan, is full of poems and books, even if she can write a poem in seven steps, there is no problem, but the second highness is willing to help her cheat. His Highness treats her not as lovingly and pamperingly as Wei Zi.

The same is true for grandma, who has only Wei Zi in her eyes.

She, Wei Feishan, is the most famous talented woman among all the noble ladies in Shangjing, why do these people prefer Wei Zi instead?

It's not fair.

She thought about it, suppressed her sourness, and reluctantly said: "Although my sister has passed the test, these poems are well-behaved and there is nothing outstanding about them. I'm afraid they won't be selected into the booklet."

"It's okay."

Wei Zi didn't care.

Wei Feishan felt tired for a while, and couldn't help losing her composure and said: "How many people want to break their heads and want to be famous, and get the title of talented scholar and talented woman, but my sister doesn't care, doesn't my sister have anything she wants? ?”

Wei Zi thought about it seriously, and replied: "I want silver ingots, and the more silver ingots, the better."

Wei Feifan: "..."

vulgar!
It's just unbearably tacky!
After all, a woman from the countryside knows about money, so why doesn't she just go for it!

A poetry meeting was going on in this room, when there was a sudden commotion outside Jinping, shouts and howls came from far and near, scaring all the young masters and young ladies to turn pale.

Murong Xiangxue was nervous: "Wei Feishan, you organized this poetry meeting, and you should also be responsible for our safety. Why are you just sitting there, why don't you hurry up and see what's going on outside?!"

When the voice fell to the ground, before Wei Feishan could speak, the luxurious Jinping screen was ripped apart from the outside with a "stab" sound!

A sharp narrow knife picks Jinping apart!

Everyone was so frightened that their faces turned pale!

Wei Zi looked over.

Jinping was torn open, revealing a pair of mud-spattered leather boots.

Looking up, the round-necked indigo official robe worn by the young man has long been filthy stained by muddy water. His slightly curly long ponytail hangs loosely in front of his waist. His slender jade hand holds a narrow knife. With a three-pointed smile, his gaze went straight through the crowd and landed firmly on her face.

Xiao Fengxian tilted her head: "Hey, are you gentlemen and ladies writing poems here?"

Wei Feifan got up and scolded: "Since you saw us, why don't you back down? We worry about the country and the people, and we want to write poems and lyrics for this flood! Why don't you drag those noisy people away?! If it hinders us , I have your good fruit to eat!"

Over the years, she has become used to being the only daughter of the Duke of Zhen.

Even ordinary Beijing officials would be courteous when they saw her.

Therefore, she would not pay attention to this small head of the Ministry of Industry.

"Then what should we do?" Xiao Fengxian seemed distressed, "We will use this mountain to resettle refugees, or else, you will move to other places to write poems and lyrics?"

Jinping shattered and collapsed.

Only then did Wei Zi see that not far behind him, the mountain road was densely packed with displaced refugees.

(End of this chapter)