After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

They lost their houses and farmland in villages and towns, and the raging river washed away all their food reserves. They hadn't had a good meal and rest for several days, and they fled all the way. more than.

It seems that they saw this group of young masters and young ladies, and they looked here curiously and without concealment.

Murong Xiangxue turned pale, covered the lower half of her face tightly with a round fan, and said disgustedly: "Obviously we came first, why should we give up the place to them?! Is this how your Ministry of Industry works?!"

It is rare for Wei Feishan to unite with her: "Yes, there are so many hills around, why did you choose our one?"

Xiao Fengxian smiled on the surface: "Because the location here is the best."

The slope is gentle, the terrain is high, and there are well-built brick and stone steps, which are not easy to be submerged by floods, and it is easy for old and young women and children to climb and walk.

"Since the location is the best, we should naturally occupy it." Murong Xiangxue raised her delicate chin arrogantly, "Or, in the eyes of Chief Xiao, are we people less important than those lowly refugees? Listen It is said that you were born in the countryside, and you were admitted to Tanhualang only after ten years of hard work, and you got rid of your humble status through untold hardships. It was so easy to get the position of director of the Ministry of Industry, you should cherish it. Otherwise, if I report back to my grandfather , I have your good fruit to eat!"

Xiao Fengxian's expression remained unchanged: "Who is your grandfather?"

Murong Xiangxue was even more proud: "My grandfather is the current prime minister!"

Others followed suit and reported their names: "My father is the Minister of the Ministry of Officials!"

"My uncle is General Zhengxi!"

"My father is Marquis Weiyuan!"

"I, my father is Li Jinglin, the servant of the Ministry of Industry, be careful that I will teach you a lesson!"

"..."

In order to support Murong Xiangxue, except for a few who acted cautiously, the other young masters and ladies all spoke up.

Murong Xiangxue poked Wei Feishan's arm with the handle of the agate fan, and said in a low voice, "What are you still doing?! Sign up to scare him!"

Wei Feifan felt something was wrong.

Before coming to the outskirts of the city, her grandmother told her not to influence His Highness the Crown Prince and the others to control the water and build embankments.

Now that they are refusing to vacate space, is it considered an obstruction to official duties?
However, being stared at by Murong Xiangxue, she didn't want to be at a disadvantage, so she could only bite the bullet and say: "My father is the Duke of Yipin Town..."

Everything that should be reported was reported, and a group of young masters and young ladies glared at Xiao Fengxian aggressively.

However, Xiao Fengxian wasn't as frightened as they expected, she didn't even bow her head.

He just nodded calmly, and glanced at Nan Zhu behind him: "Have you written it all down?"

Nan Zhu said decisively: "I have written it all down! After I go back, my lord can join forces with Yushitai to impeach these officials!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Wei Zi drooped her thin eyelashes, and sighed secretly, it would be fine for someone else to do this, but Xiao Fengxian was bold and dark-hearted, and she expected to act like this.

It's a pity that Wei Feifan can't hold his breath, and the father who killed him will also be impeached.

Murong Xiangxue's face turned pale with anger, "You lowly—"

"enough."

When the two sides were in a tense confrontation, Zhou Xianji stood up.

He nodded slightly at Xiao Fengxian: "I was waiting here for a small banquet and hindered Master Xiao's official duties. I apologize to you on behalf of them. Don't worry, Master Xiao, we will go down the mountain and return to Beijing."

After finishing speaking, he signaled his followers to put away the tables, chairs, tables, pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Second Highness, our poetry meeting is not over yet!"

Wei Feifan was not reconciled.

It was so easy for her to be the host, so she left the banquet in a hurry, and she was charged with "obstructing official duties". Where would she put her face?
I'm afraid that if she plays host again in the future, everyone won't participate!

Zhou Xianji's tone was not friendly: "Then what else do you want? What happened today is because we were wrong."

"I……"

Wei Fei choked on his words.

"Okay." Seeing that his sweetheart was being wronged, Zhou Xianyang hurried over to smooth things over, "Second Brother, Fan'er is just a weak little girl, why are you being so cruel to her? Don't be sad, Fan'er, we will not finish the poem Just go to Jinyu Mantang and continue writing, I will pay for it, and I will treat you!"

Wei Feishan grabbed the handkerchief tightly and ignored him.

The accompanying maids have already begun to remove things.

Her cheeks were burning hot, and she suddenly thought of something, grabbed Xiao Dujuan and Shen Xuan, and tried to save today's poetry meeting: "You two, one is his sister, and the other is his sweetheart, why don't you even say a word?" Say?! Thankfully I treat you so well on weekdays!"

"This..." Xiao Dujuan muttered, "I want to talk, but unfortunately he is Xiao Fengxian, not my real brother. I have not been close to him since we were young, and there have been many conflicts before, how can I talk? "

Wei Feishan gritted her teeth, and turned to Shen Xuan expectantly.

Shen Xuan hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Sister Feifan, he won't listen to me. I think the reason why he put the refugees here is because he saw me participating in a poetry meeting with other young masters, and seeing us joking around. He was jealous and unhappy, that's why he made this decision in order to destroy our poetry meeting. That person... that person has always been domineering to me, and I can't resist at all. I... I'm like a character in a storybook A troubled woman, Sister Feifan, I'm sorry..."

As she talked, her eyes were reddened with grievance. She just said a few words to the man, and nothing happened. Why did Xiao Fengxian get so angry?
Wei Feifan frowned.

Just like Shen Xuan, how can she still be a beauty?

Xiao Fengxian obviously never looked at her from the beginning to the end, she almost wondered if the other party really liked her!
Wei Feishan took a deep breath, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only be forced to leave now.

She stared at Xiao Fengxian resentfully.

She remembered this grudge!

Zhou Xianji then ordered the maid to pack the remaining fruit and vegetable cakes into a basket and give them to the children among the refugees.

Wei Zi saw it and said, "You really have a heart."

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Zhou Xianji said seriously, "They are also pitiful."

Wei Zi pinched the handkerchief and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The young man has clear eyebrows and eyes, and acts upright with compassion in his heart. Although he is a high-ranking person who is pampered and well-fed, he can empathize with the people at the bottom.

No wonder Grandma valued him so much...

Just as she was thinking, she noticed a cold gaze falling on her face, like a sharp thin blade.

She looked back subconsciously, Xiao Fengxian was holding a narrow knife and smiling, the fox's eyes were cold and gloomy, and the pupils seemed to be burning with chilling flames.

Wei Zi's heart tightened, and before he could react, there was another commotion in that room.

The reason was that Murong Xiangxue disliked those refugees occupying the steps of the mountain path, and refused to walk among them. She had to open a separate mountain path from the opposite direction, and spread brocade all the way to avoid soiling the embroidered shoes before she would go down the mountain.

She lifted her chin coquettishly, lifted her skirt slightly, revealing the delicate and beautiful embroidered toes: "My embroidered shoes are made of Shu brocade, and the oriental beads on the toe are worth a thousand taels. How can I walk the same road as refugees?"