After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

The candlelight is faint, and the identity is reversed.

Feeling the coolness from his fingertips, Wei Zi felt a chill all over his body.

After a while, she plucked up the courage to raise her head, and stared seriously at Xiao Fengxian's fox eyes: "Even you won't help him? You have worked with him for many days, and you know best that he is a warm-hearted and good man. When we were young, you and I were in Shanyin The county is often bullied by people. I prayed every night for someone to save me, but no one came to help me. Therefore, I have always taught you to be a good person. One day, you can protect others from wind and rain. But now, you still have to treat His Royal Highness Stand by and do nothing?"

The girl's gaze is pure and innocent.

It reminded Xiao Fengxian of Zhou Xianyuan's eyes.

In the past few months when he worked with Zhou Xianyuan, Zhou Xianyuan has indeed been impeccable. Although he is the prince, he has no airs at all. He does everything by himself, and his daily life is more economical than that of a small official.

He also cared about his subordinates very much. Seeing him leaning against the side of the boat with his bare upper body getting water at night, he seriously advised him not to play in the water. It would be bad if he fell into the water. Otherwise, the cold will enter the body, and you will suffer in the future when you get old.

His thoughtful tone is not like a crown prince, but like an elder brother whose blood is thicker than water.

But it's ridiculous to say that even his so-called elder brother Xiao Lingxiao, whose blood is thicker than water, never cared so much about him.

however……

Xiao Fengxian glanced at Wei Zi: "Differences do not conspire with each other. The prince and I have never been on the same side. I have nothing to do with him whether he lives or dies. Why should I take risks for him? Sister-in-law, when will you accept that I am not a saint?" The reality? The world has always been cruel, I only care about myself and don't care about others!"

The candlelight danced, the young man's eyes were seductive and charming, and there was a cruel heart hidden in his eyes.

Wei Zi stood where he was, with a complicated expression on his face.

The young man in front of him is getting far away from the barely obedient and obedient boy in Shanyin County, but gradually getting closer to the powerful minister in the memory of his previous life who played with power with one hand over the sky.

In those years, she had been teaching him the right way, and wanted him to be a clean and honest official.

However, it seems to have failed after all.

Gradually, her beautiful peach eyes showed disappointment: "I think highly of you. If you refuse to help him, then I will help him. If the officials in the court are all like you and Li Jinglin is so smart and self-protecting and calculating, this big week is over. Xiao Fengxian, I don’t know what being wise and self-protecting is. I only know that there is no one who cherishes the old and the poor more than the crown prince, and loves the people like a son. If a person like him deserves to die , then you and I deserve to die."

With tears in her eyes, she turned and left.

Xiao Fengxian's face was shrouded in shadow.

The hands hanging by the sides of the legs were quietly tightened.

his sister-in-law...

How dare you confuse him with someone like Li Jinglin!
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back: "Today is Qixi Festival, you and I finally met each other, you don't say some soft words to me, but you insist on saying such words to irritate me?!"

Wei Zi was forced to raise his head, with a stubborn face: "Why should I speak soft words to you?! You also know that 'differences do not conspire with each other', Xiao Fengxian, now you and I are also 'differences', why are you bothering?" Hold on to me?!"

Xiao Fengxian stared at her firmly.

This woman will piss him off sooner or later.

Taking advantage of him not being on guard, Wei Zi pushed him away and ran out of the tent.

Murong Jiuli stood outside the tent, sending her away with raised eyebrows.

She smiled and looked back at Xiao Fengxian: "Brother Fengxian, when did you become so useless? If you can't keep her mouth shut, then I'm going to attack."

"Don't touch her." Xiao Fengxian was impatient.

Murong Jiuli wrinkled the tip of his nose noncommittally, and walked straight away like a lively red carp.

Wei Zi walked quickly across the river.

It turned out that Xiao Fengxian refused to intervene because the emperor and the prime minister still had the power of the embankment.

It would be easy to deal with just one Li Jinglin, but with those two...

The sky was overcast.

In the distance, craftsmen are busily tearing down the newly molded statue of the Dragon King.

It was clearly midsummer, Wei Zi raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat that rolled down his ears, but felt the boundless cold coming from all directions, his slender back felt chills, the sky and the earth were vast and there were many figures, but It was as if she was the only one in the world, and the loneliness of no one to help was overwhelming, almost drowning her.

Although the capital is prosperous, it is not as quiet as Shanyin County.

Every step is full of swords and swords, and there is no room for missteps.

Wei Zi's footsteps began to falter.

The river tide beat against the embankment.

Zhou Xianyuan stood quietly on the river bank, listening quietly to the sound of dismantling the statue from a distance, perhaps because of working hard for days, the originally tall and tall figure was a little hunched, and his brows were haggard and tired.

Murong Jiuli appeared behind him.

She caressed the red skirt blown by the river wind, and said in a sweet and soft voice, "Brother Prince."

Zhou Xianyuan froze and turned around abruptly.

Seeing that it was indeed Murong Jiuli, his eyes lit up.

This is the fiancée he had arranged for since he was a child. They used to play together when they were young. Since Murong Jiuli returned to the capital last year, he has always wanted to see her, but she has always avoided seeing her.

Unexpectedly, today...

He looked behind her again, and seeing that there was no servant girl following her, he couldn't help frowning worriedly: "It's so chaotic outside the city, why did you run out alone?"

"Brother Prince, do you still remember what holiday is today?"

Zhou Xianyuan froze for a moment, went through the date in his head, and murmured: "It's Qixi Festival..."

Murong Jiuli took out an exquisite blue-ink concentric knot from his purse, and when he smiled, his eyebrows were curved and innocent and charming: "So, I'm here to give a gift to the prince's brother. This concentric knot was woven by myself, the prince's brother You have to wear it on your body well, and don't take it off for a moment!"

She took two steps forward and hung the concentric knot around Zhou Xianyuan's waist.

The concentric knots are smoked with spices for a rich sweet aroma.

Zhou Xianyuan looked down at the sympathetic knot, and after a while, stretched out his hand to caress and caress: "Thank you sister Jiu, I will wear it on my body well."

"Slightly!" Murong Jiuli suddenly grimaced, "I didn't make it up by myself! I'm stupid, I can't make up anything!"

Zhou Xianyuan was stunned.

Seeing his clumsy appearance, Murong Jiuli laughed out loud.

She has a beautiful smile.

Zhou Xianyuan's eyebrows stretched, and he laughed twice: "Since it's something you gave me, I'll wear it no matter what. But I forgot that today is Qixi Festival, so I don't have anything to give you..."

While talking, he tried to touch his body again, but he couldn't find anything except the steamed bun.

He apologized and said: "When this matter is over, I will definitely give Jiumei a gift."

"Okay!"

Murong Jiuli looked at him with a smile, but he didn't care much in his heart.

She hated Zhou Xianyuan more than anyone else.